Nico And Will Kiss Book Novels & Stories

“But you’ll stay. Willingly. Gladly. Because you know you’re useful to me. And I know you want to be.” Nico’s grin deepened. “Then we’re both exactly where we want to be.” I looked him dead in the eye. “You’ll come to the bookstore. Openly. Like someone courting.” Nico smirked, no hesitation in his voice. “I don’t have to act. I’ll be there because I want to be. Especially now that I know exactly where you’ll be, and who you belong to.” We sealed the plan with that, the weight of unspoken rules between us.

Or that cold shutdown he did so well. Instead, Nico stood and took slow steps forward until he was right in front of me. He was close enough that I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes. “You kissed him,” he repeated, almost softly. One big hand came up, thumb brushing my bottom lip like he was wiping the kiss away. “And how did that feel, pretty boy? Did your cock get hard for him the way it does for me? Did you leak in your jeans just from his mouth on yours?”

I could also detect guilt in his voice, especially the boys. Like that even a question. I rolled my eyes. “You know I do not talk to your friends that much. What is going on anyway?” He was quiet for several seconds, I almost thought that the call was dropped and had to check the screen. “I kissed Niel’s sister.” My brain tried to figure out which one was that. “Nathaniel’s? Which one was his sister? The blonde girl?” “No,” answered William, still sounding miserable. “The brunette.”

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

Gianna For a second, Nico just stared at me, almost as if he couldn’t believe his ears. But that second passed, and the next thing I knew, he grabbed my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin, and crushed his mouth against mine. There was nothing soft about the kiss. It was violent, raw, fueled by rage and untamed masculine possessiveness. His other hand moved to my waist, gripping me hard enough to bruise as he shoved me backwards until my hips slammed into the edge of the kitchen island.

This. That night, after dinner and stories and goodnight hugs, Nico and Eli came to me in our room. The lights were low. Eli pulled me close first, kissing me slow and deep like he had all the time in the world. Nico watched for a moment, then joined us, his touch more controlled but no less hungry. They moved together the way they always did—different rhythms that somehow found perfect harmony.

Nico always stayed cold and crushed his deals. Kai sat on the edge of the bed and loosened his shirt. "You think you are so fucking superior Nico. Always controlling everything like your dick is made of ice." "I am superior. You are just a playboy slut who spreads his legs for deals." Nico shot back. The wine made his words loose. Kai stood up and got right in his face. "Say that again." Nico grabbed Kai by the collar and slammed their mouths together. The kiss was rough and angry. They bit each other's lips and tongues pushed hard. Nico shoved Kai onto the bed and climbed on top.

“Good girl. Gonna fill you up and send you back out there dripping down your thighs so every man in my club knows you have been claimed.” Lila came again with a sharp cry, walls clenching around him. Nico cursed, thrust deep twice more, and spilled inside her with a guttural groan, hot pulses that left her trembling. For a long moment they stayed locked together, breathing hard. Nico pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of her neck, then slowly pulled out. He turned her gently, straightening her dress with careful hands before tucking himself away. Elizabeth looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes hazy. “That was…”

He leaned forward again, not close enough to touch, but close enough that warmth radiated from him like a warning. “I shouldn’t be explaining this,” he whispered. “You really shouldn’t.” “And you really shouldn’t ask me.” “I wasn’t asking…” “You were.” I opened my mouth to deny it, but closed it again. I pushed back suddenly, scraping my chair. “We’re done for tonight.” He didn’t move. Didn’t look away. “Imani.” My name sounded different on his lips. It sounded fragile. I steadied my breath. “Goodnight, Nicolas.” He stood slowly, sliding into his shoes. His movements were tense, tight, controlled.

But I’m strategic enough to know that playing the right cards at the right time is how you win the hand. I’m also concerned enough to comprehend that I can’t be the only winner. Nikki has to come out on top, too. How I orchestrate that is going to be a challenge. One I don’t address, currently, because she’s finally gotten her bearings. She lifts her head to mine and I instinctively, possessively capture her mouth in a kiss that probably contradicts every single word I’ve said about not wanting to engage in a romance. I recognize the irony, but only momentarily agonize over the unintentionally cruel mixed signals I’m sending.