Romans & histoires Nico Di Angelo Fanart Cute

From the back, Damien muttered under his breath, “Touch him again and I’ll break your hand.” Nico kept directing. “Open the shirt more. Show more of that tattoo. Perfect. Now give me the fuck-me eyes. Yeah, just like that.” Kai shifted uncomfortably. “Can we tone it down a bit? I’m not shooting for an adult magazine here.” Nico waved his hand. “This is art. Trust me. One more pose. Get on your knees for me. Hands on the floor. Look up.” Kai hesitated but did it. “Like this?”

Arturo: Nikolay glared at his wife whose eyes were fixed on me. I knew that she was doing this out of revenge, but the woman was crossing the line. “I don’t think that you have any proof of what you are saying, Anika, but if it helps you; I would love to prove to you and your mates that I am not what you just claimed that I am.” I said, glaring at the woman who smiled at me. Her smile was one that I knew very well, it was the same one that she had on her face when she chose to be with Nikolay. The woman did it when I rejected her wanting to get a reaction out of me, and when she saw that there was no reaction, she grew angrier.

Nico looks up at me, half bent over as he cradled the baby close to him as she screams in terror, the noise hurting her despite him having covered her ears. "Run! I can't fight it, it's too strong!" He pleads with me, gritting his teeth as just speaking hurt him more than he cared to admit. He was being domineered, forced to bow. And he feared the man capable of such raw power. They all did. But I know better than to fear the beast. "LANA!" The mighty roar sounds again, this time he was in human form. I look down at Nico. Silently cursing the gods for making Angel so damn smart. Of course he would figure out where I am, despite covering my scent and tracks.

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

I pass the baby to him. Niko cradles Angelo to his chest with one arm, the other going to the back of his head. “Why are you crying? Hmm? You're a big boy and big boys don’t cry" He murmured lowly but I heard him as I am close to the door "Why don’t you come with me, let's give your mama some peace yes? That’s a good boy” he mummers to a still crying Angelo who is now looking at his papa, a fat tear hanging on his eyelash.

My cheeks heated when he let my wrist, then turned to look at Anne. “Really? I assume you heard too many things about me” He then turned to me, “From your friend” He gritted his teeth, faking a smirk then turning again toward Anne to hear her response. “Not a lot of things though…Cat doesn’t kiss and tell” She smiled at me, then winked before stepping back inside the apartment. Nico’s jaw clenched before he snapped his head in my direction, “Hot Italian guy?” He repeated, but didn’t seem curious, he already knew what that meant.

My body shuddered from pleasure coursing right into my bones. More… more… I needed more. Nico’s eyes opened suddenly, eyes finding the camera right on cue, a smirk stretched wide on his lips as he moaned again. He knew I was watching… How long? Did he know I was here, jerking off senselessly, beating my meat so much that it hurt and I wanted more of it. “I’d fuck you. Till you bloody find it unable to walk proper… I want you Antonio… I fucking do,” he whispered again, confessions of sweet nothings.

"Sir . " Nico put the gun away and Angelo seemed calm. Nico's eyes went softer when he looked at me and this time he didn't look angry. Angelo had shielded me in such a way that Nico couldn't see me properly . Angelo slid his arm around my waist and I flinched a bit in pain. "Nico this is Cleo. My girlfriend. " Nico looked at me and smiled. I broke the silence. "You're Nicolai's brother . You look like the slimmer version of him. What did Rachel say to you?"

“Or maybe I’m doing him a favor. Reminding him what happens when he leaves an angel alone in a cage.” I bit my lip, pretending to fumble with the ledger on the counter. “If he comes in here-” “He won’t.” Nico’s grin widened, wicked and sure. “You know why? Because if he does, your pretty little hands would be stained red. And Dante can’t stand the thought of that. So he’ll sit in that car, burning, while you laugh with me.” I looked up at him, another laugh slipping free, sweeter, softer, honed to perfection. Innocent on the surface, but sharpened just enough to twist the knife.

But now, even with his tailored suit covered in a mess of frosting and icing, Luca still looked at the boy fondly while wiping off the cream stuck to the boy's nose. I had never seen such gentleness and tenderness in his eyes before this. "Slow down, Nico. Eat it properly," he said gently and affectionately. Nico Bernardi was also the first name stated on the will just now. My gaze shifted, landing on Angela Fasano next to him instead, dressed in a white frock. She was leaning slightly toward him in her seat while wiping off the icing and frosting on Nico's hands. "Look how much Nico looks like you, Luca," she said.