All Chapters of To Love A Monster: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NicholasPastValentina nods off as Hamish maneuvers streets that grow increasingly quiet as snow blankets Boston. Hamish isn't only my driver. Nigella Gibson, my attorney, introduced me to him when I needed help with a situation that required special handling. He's been with me ever since. He doesn't ask questions, and he is trustworthy, two qualities I appreciate greatly.I have been back in town for a few days closing a deal. Running into Valentina Russo had been a possibility but not a probability. It hasn't happened the half-dozen times I've been here the last two years. I know where she attends school and the building in which she lives, but I haven't seen her apart from when I switch on the TV and find either Horatio Russo's or Sly Ricci's faces splashed across the screen detailing the latest in the embezzlement case. That's not to say I haven't looked for her.I am also well aware of the fact that she's still dating Cielo Ricci. That's been on the news too. The legal trouble R

Nicholas"I'm going to eat you raw," I say and delve in, burying my face between her cheeks, inhaling her scent, tasting her as she moans, bending deeper, thrusting her ass against my face. I lick her from hole to hole, and when my fingers find her clit, she cries out my name. She comes so hard, her knees buckle, and I drink her in, my tongue deep inside her, my nose at her ass, my cock so hard it hurts.I stand and catch her when she goes limp and kiss her, devouring her mouth like I did her pussy."You," she says, small hand wrapping around my steel bar of an erection."On your knees," I tell her and guide her down, the shower splashing water all over us.She tilts her face up to mine.I caress her head, then weave my fingers into her hair, watching her as she licks the length of my cock."Fuck, V." I pump against her tongue. What I want to do is fuck her face. What I need to do is thrust so deep into her throat she has no choice but to swallow me whole, but she's quick to gag and I

Nicholas"I went to see your father because it's not right that he should be behind bars while Sullivan Ricci walks free. Your father would not have stolen from the company he built, from the people he spent his life taking care of. The company that would have been his legacy."She jams her finger on the button, but it's still in the lobby. "You know what? I don't care why you saw him. I don't even care that you told him."The elevator begins its climb up. "Wait.""No." She leans on that button."I went to offer my help.""Your help? Right!""And do you know what he asked me to do?"She faces me. "Hear me, Nicholas. For once, fucking hear me. I. Do. Not. Care!" She spins to face away from me, so I go to her, take her arm, make her look at me. I'm so close, I smell her perfume, the same one she wore that night. The one that, if I breathe in deeply, I let myself imagine I can still smell on my pillowcase."He told me not to let you marry that son-of-a-bitch." She stares up at me as the

NicholasThe top two floors of the Oasis Tower building are taken up by Russo & Ricci Enterprises. I ride the elevator to the top, watching the lights of the city below through the glass walled elevator. It’s after ten o’clock on Friday night, and the building is empty.Sly himself will be heading back to Sinistral tonight.Big night tomorrow. The Ricci annual masquerade ball will be back for the first time since the shit hit the fan with Russo. I’m sure Sly is anxious to get there and collect all those congratulations, the pats on the back, the nods of we knew it couldn’t be you bullshit because up until Horatio Russo took the plea deal and confessed to it all, those same people kept their distance from Sly Ricci, not wanting to be ensnared in his web.“Cecilia just emailed the last of the paperwork,” Nigella says, and I turn to her, having almost forgotten she was there.“Good,” I say, adjusting my tie and checking the time. “Once we get his signature, you’ll head back to Atlanta an

ValentinaMy mind wanders to the ball five years ago. I was seventeen, months from turning eighteen. Cielo had been away at college. He hadn't seen me since school had started, and I'd wanted to make an impression when he got home. Mira had helped me choose my dress then, too, and Dad hadn't liked it much because he'd thought it was too revealing. He'd made me wear a silk wrap, which Mira had hated, but I didn't mind. To be honest, the dress was a little lower cut than I was comfortable with, but Mira Ricci is not an easy woman to say no to.There is a pattern here. None of the Riccis take no for an answer very easily.That year I'd worn a full face, ornate mask bought from a specialty shop in Venice. It had cost a fortune, but I knew I wanted it as soon as I saw it in one of Mrs. Ricci's magazines, and I saved up. But it hadn't been Cielo who'd been surprised that night. It had been me.Nicholas Hendrick had come to the party. Not that he'd been invited, but given the masks, he'd man