But it’s only got worse since he lost his dad and dived into the endless dark pit of grief.
Now, I just want to do something to make it all better. Like I did last night.
And I really don’t want to make any of it worse, which is exactly what I think my presence at Knight’s Ridge is going to do.
“No,” he sneers, getting so close to me that his nose almost brushes mine. His harsh, angry breaths fan over my lips and down my neck, and I can’t help my skin prickling with desire. “You don’t get to Nico me, you lying fucking—”
“I tried to tell you,” I hiss, my own anger hitting all new heights at the audacity of this wanker. “If you dragged your head out of your own miserable life for two seconds, then you might see that other shit is going on around you.”
“Fuck off. I’m more than allowed to hide right now.”
“Yeah, there’s no need to be a cunt though, is there?” If it’s possible, his hate-filled eyes darken even more than before.
“What else?” he demands.
“What do you mean, what else?” I parrot.
“What else are you lying to me about?”
“I’m not lying to you about anything, you entitled prick. Now let me go. I don’t want to be in here with you.”
I claw at his forearm, my nails cutting into his skin. But despite how much it must hurt, his grip on my throat never loosens.
In fact, I’m pretty sure it gets fucking tighter.
“If you’re gonna strangle me, at least put your hand in my knickers at the same time,” I taunt, the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight making my lips looser than they should be.
“Fucking whore,” he hisses.
“Hasn’t bothered you in the past,” I taunt, jutting my chin out in defiance.
Fuck this man for trying to make me think less of myself or question my promiscuity. I fucking love my life, my sex life even more. At least I did until I met him.
“You’re right, it hasn’t. I seem to have forgotten what you’re useful for.”
His free hand threads into my hair, and before I know what’s happening, my knees hit the tiled floor beneath me and I’m eye level with the massive bulge in Nico’s jeans.
“You really aren’t put off, are you?” I taunt, my traitorous body reacting to the fact I’ve turned him on despite his vicious words.
“Your mouth and your cunt are the best parts about you, Siren. I thought you knew that.”
Ripping his jeans open, he awkwardly shoves them down over his hips, letting his aching cock spring free.
My mouth waters for a taste of him, and it only gets worse as he wraps his hand around his thick shaft and starts working himself.
“You really look like you hate me right now,” I tease, ripping my eyes from his dick to find his.
He glares down at me, his eyes completely blown with anger and desire.
It’s a heady feeling, knowing that I can bring this powerful man to his knees. Maybe not literally, seeing as I’m the one down here, but metaphorically, I have all the fucking power, and I’m about to prove it.
He leans forward and rubs the head of his cock against my lips, but I keep them pressed tight together, sinking my teeth into my own flesh to stop the temptation to suck him deep and watch him lose his mind from winning out.
“Siren,” he growls, trying to force himself into my mouth.
But all I do is stare up at him with my brow quirked.
You don’t get to talk to me like that and think I’m going to bend to your will, Nico Cirillo.