CHAPTER 3: A hell of a ride

CHAPTER 3: A hell of a ride

“Sul serio , Nero?”

(Seriously)

“I don't play games with my business,Marena.”

Marena pouted. “I've been here since last night, and you have not given me your full attention,” she complained bitterly.

She wanted to shut the damned device and drag him to bed, but she knew that he wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet in her head.

Marena moaned at the sight of him, and what his hands, mouth, and the other part of him that she was obsessed with could be doing to her right now. She had to take action. Thank God, she came prepared. Nero was wild in bed, and had quite the stamina. But when it came to his business, and the mafia— the whore and stud in him disappeared.

Well, not today.

There in the kitchen, with a cold pitcher of pineapple juice in front of her, she poured all the contents of the vial of aphrodisiac,instead of two drops as directed. She couldn't wait to have him go mad and devour her.

Thirty minutes later, Marena stomped out of the suite to join her friend in the club,the pitcher of juice still untouched. If he was going to be a bore, then she was going to catch her fun elsewhere. Maybe when she got back, he would be nice and ready for her.

A little after she left, the golden eyed don filled the glass from the pitcher, and downed the entire contents to quench his thirst, before continuing with his work.

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Olivia needed to hurry and pick up her luggage, and Lulu, before leaving. She was setting the tray of hot orange vanilla cake on the counter when that same stranger from the other day walked in.

Nico’s grey eyes scanned the small cafe until he found the girl he was looking for behind the counter. He watched her expression change from recognition to curiosity as he approached her.

“Good afternoon, sir. What would you have today?”

Olivia was supposed to be leaving, but she decided to serve this man before leaving. He did give her a huge tip the other day.

“I want more of the cake you recommended last time.”

Olivia smiled. “I told you it was delicious, sir.”

“I want you to deliver all the cakes you have to this address.”

Olivia was excited, the money realised from the sale of her orange cakes would go a long way to support herself and Connor on their intended flight. She would surely pay her mother back. She would just borrow it for now.

Nico handed some bills to her. “Have it delivered as soon as possible.”

Olivia was elated to discover that he had given her another large tip. “I’ll have it delivered immediately.”

Nico’s straight brows furrowed ever so lightly. “I want you to deliver it yourself.”

He had an errand to run, and he trusted no one with the don’s food and safety, but something about the young girl made him trust her to deliver his boss's food untampered.

Olivia frowned. She really couldn't get all that lucky without sweating a bit for it. Anyways he had indirectly helped her a lot, this much she could do.

“Okay, sir.”

She would quickly make the delivery and leave, to meet Connor. Olivia arrived at the Grand Hotel, tired and panting, she had rode her scooter to the address to avoid spending money on uber. Once she mentioned what she was there for, the bulky men in black suits that prowled the hotel, sent her up to the penthouse.

Olivia was curious. Just who was the man at the cafe, and why were there so many guards here?

She was ushered into an opulent penthouse and took a second to admire the exquisite decor and furnishing.

“Hello. Am here to make a delivery from Sweet Treats,” she announced, looking around the vast room. She saw the open computer, beside a juice pitcher on the table, someone was definitely here.

She heard the faint sound of a running shower, and eyed the pitcher of chilled juice on the table hungrily. All that driving under the scorching sun had made her thirsty. She would just have a glass to quench her thirst.

Once satisfied, she decided to announce her departure.

“I'd be taking my leave now. I already delivered your parcel,” she half yelled hoping that the person in the shower heard her, before she headed for the door.

“Wait,”someone ordered.

Olivia could not see the owner of the gruff male voice she heard. Amidst that, she suddenly felt hot and sweaty despite the chill in the room. There was a warm sensation on her face, chest and private area. Feeling uncomfortable, she pressed her legs together, and her heart began to beat faster.

She was confused, what was happening to her? She subconsciously unbuttoned her sweater and dropped it to the floor, leaving only her tiny strapped sundress. She still couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable heat and tingling.

Nero turned off the shower, and pulled on his sweatpants. This was the fourth time he was jerking off in the last thirty minutes. He was still insanely high on adrenaline, and he was fucking hard, despite the cold showers he had been taking. The girl outside had better be much help than his hands and the cold shower.

He had ordered his guards to send him an escort, after this madness started.

Marena that tramp!

She must be behind this. He clenched his jaw in anger as stepped out of the bathroom. His brain was coming up with depraved ways of punishing her, when he saw the figure in the middle of the room. Long wavy dark hair, slender frame and pale skin.

He stealthily walked up behind her and placed his warm lips in the crook of her inviting slender neck.

Olivia almost jumped out of her skin with fright. She quickly spun around to see the most beautiful man she had ever seen. No offence to Connor. His honey eyes burned with hunger and desire.

“Sir i—”

Nero cut her abruptly. “I don't need you to talk right now, sweetheart. I need you to do something else for me,” he drawled as his thumb caressed her plump lips. He imagined all the sinful things he could use those lips for.

Olivia pressed her legs together to ease the sensation that was building there. She did not understand why she was wet between her legs, but the good lord knew that she was innocent. Something was happening to her, and this man was not helping matters. She had to go, Connor was waiting for her.

She unconsciously took a step back, and Nero frowned in disapproval.

“Sir, I think there's a mistake some–”

That's it. He has had enough with the playing around. She was here to serve him, and that was going to happen.

“That's enough, woman,” he snapped.

Olivia's olive eyes widened in shock and fear. Nero closed the gap between them, and smashed his lips on hers. She tasted sweet like pineapples and smelt like flowers.

Oliva was shocked. She had never been kissed on the lips before. Connor only gave her cute little chaste kisses on the forehead, which always made her feel warm and safe. She clenched her fists in shock and fear. She wanted to push this man away, but her body was aching and responding to his touch.

Soon her struggles ceased and she melted into his arms. The next thing she felt was soft cool sheets underneath her. Olivia felt a rush of excitement and fear when he ripped her dress in the middle. Connor would be disappointed and broken, but she could not bring herself to stop him or leave, even when he tore her undergarments. It was like her brain and body were not agreeing with each other.

Through eyes glazed with desire, she saw him pull away, and pull down his sweatpants, standing totally naked before her. He hovered above her, his caramel eyes now a smouldering fire.

Olivia gulped deeply. What had she gotten herself into?

“You are in for a hell of a ride, sweetheart,” Nero promised in a voice thick with lust and desire.