Romans & histoires Diver Nico Touches The Walls

I continued to avoid his grip and he felt frustrated. "I'm not going to let you go once I hold you in my arms, I swear!"Nico told me through the mind link"Give it a try,boy."I told him teasingly and continued to play around in the pool. After a few failed attempts, Nico managed to get a hold of me. He pinned me to the walls of the pool and smashed his lips on mine. "That is a reward for my hard work," He chuckled in my head. Nico and I were lost in our world when something fell on the ground with a thud and we couldn't help but turn our heads towards the source of the noise and my eyes popped out.

Nico copied the movement badly. The stone skipped once before sinking. His entire face lit up. "I did it!" "You did." "Did you see?" "I saw." Nico looked like he had just conquered the ocean. I could not stop staring at them. At Damian kneeling in the sand with his sleeves rolled up, at Nico bouncing with excitement beside him and at the quiet patience in Damian's face. There was something about it that hurt, like looking at something beautiful after spending years convinced beautiful things did not last. Damian glanced over then and caught me watching.

I hold a straight face this time, the corners of my mouth threatening to give away my amusement. In less than a second Nico has my wrists in each hand and pins them above my head against the shower wall, the tile slick and cold but his grip is firm and unwavering. I let out a soft gasp in surprise, his entire body is less than an inch away from mine, but I can feel his excitement pressed against my stomach. My eyes flick down at his erection and back up to meet his gaze. He smirks at me before pressing himself completely against me and leaning down, his breath on my neck.

Even his beloved’s heart beach echoed so loudly in his ears. Dylan who was retaining himself till now lost all control. He pushed him down to the ground and grabbed his chin. When Nico let out a small gasp he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue on licking him thoroughly. “ah!” Nico moaned tightly and grabbed his back. His dull nails dragged on his powerful skin, leaving behind small marks. The smell of his blood excited him, even. He wrapped his leg around his waist, rubbing against him.

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

Like I’ve become as broken, fucked up, and deranged as whatever it is I just witnessed. Try as I might, I cannot make myself be scared, or horrified, or numb. My palms flatten against the cool stone wall, my back arching before I can stop myself. Nico unzips roughly. The sound makes me whimper. Then, without any warning, he grips my hips and rams every fat, swollen inch of his huge cock into me from behind. Hard. I cry out, my forehead hitting the wall, and he stills, buried to the hilt.

The doors slammed shut, trapping us in the metal box. Nico slid down the wall to the floor, clutching his ribs. I dropped to my knees beside him, my gold dress pooling in the blood and dirt on the floor. "We need to get you a doctor," I cried, touching his chest. Nico grasped my hand, his fingers were stained with the mercenary's blood, Matteo's blood, maybe even his own. "No doctors," Nico rasped. "We go to the Safe Room below the tunnels." He looked at me. "He let us go, Elena."

She had surfaced and was doggy paddling back to the boat before climbing aboard. “Watch—” Trent warned about a second before Leia gave a full body shake, spraying all of us with water. We all screamed, covering ourselves and turning away from her. When the shaking stopped, I looked back at Leia who was looking at us, obviously very pleased with herself. “She showed you how it’s done,” Trent said with a laugh. I watched with rapt attention as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before taking a running dive off the edge of the boat. Me and the girls all screamed when he hit the water, a splash rising up, hitting us all. Khloe and Julia looked at me.

Vin grunted, pulling his mask down. "Locked," Bin echoed, testing his air valve with a sharp hiss. "It's time to dive," Victoria declared. They dropped to the water hangar, mounted three Jet Skis, and shot out into the roaring storm waves. Fifty meters out, Victoria pulled up to the green GPS buoy, checked her mask one last time, and rolled backward off the seat into the freezing water. The second her head went under, the roar of the storm vanished, replaced by the mechanical click-hiss of her diving mask's air valve. Around her, Vito, Vin, Bin, and two elite divers formed a circle, their underwater flashlights cutting bright beams through the dark water.

*Vivienne* The grip on Dominic’s ankle was absolute. Through the open hatch, I saw the tactical mask of Lucas’s diver break the surface of the black water, his gloved fingers digging into the fabric of Dominic's pants with terrifying strength. The current from the turbine below was pulling them both down, the dark water frothing violently around Dominic’s chest. "Vivienne, go!" Dominic roared, his fingers slipping against the wet edge of the iron hatch frame. I didn't run. I couldn't.