Nico Di Angelo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I interrupted, trying to get Jonathan to leave so I could speak with Angelo alone. Though he looked reluctant to go, he nodded. "See you later." I waited for the door to close behind him before I finally turned on Angelo. "What the hell was that? Why didn't you tell me about your freaking plan!" "I knew you would try to talk me out of it." He sat on the edge of the desk, looking up with a small, earnest smile. "You deserve this, Annika. More than this. I'm only trying to make up for the years I mistreated you." He took my hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the back. "Please, give me the chance to make it up to you."

The door opened and Angelo walked in with Nicolai . " Rossi get out . You have no reason for being here, it's my family not yours ." " I don't answer to you." " You do now ." I looked at Angelo and rolled my eyes " He's my friend ." "I'm your husband . Dante, don't make me ask you again." © #KCMmuoe

Mia went to her, and grabbed her hand, together, they hurried away, whilst whispering to each other, and giggling. “You know, this monogamy thing isn't really that bad,” Niko said. “What have I been preaching to you for years?” Luca scoffed. “What? Just because you fell in love doesn't mean you've always been monogamous. Have you forgotten the trip to Aspen?” “That was a one time thing, Niko. And lower your voice, for fucks sake?” He turned around, walking away. “What?” Niko hurried after him. “You don't want your beloved Angel finding out that you used to be the head of–”

“Nico.” “What?” Nico shrugs. “You’re the one who ruined it, not me.” Vincenzo looks one second away from murder. Elena clasps her hands like she’s watching a soap opera. “Oooh. This is getting good,” she chuckles. Nico beams at her. “See? She gets it.” He immediately points at Vincenzo. “Tell her why your last girlfriend dumped your ass.” Vincenzo glares murderously. “Don’t.”

His fingers skimmed my collar, dragging lower, slow and possessive, igniting sparks where heat met skin. My breath sharpened, and my glare never wavered. “Dream on, De Luca,” I ground out, my voice rough, but a dark tremor twisted in my chest—an unwelcome pulse of fear and something worse. His smirk deepened, eyes dancing with delight. “Welcome to hell,” he purred, lethal and knowing. “And I don’t ruin the things I find… interesting.” “You’re not my prisoner, Niko,” Alessio’s smirk darkened, and without warning, his teeth grazed my lower lip in a wicked, biting tease—a dangerous promise laced with heat.

That she had been fucking Dominic while he waited for her? The thought of Dominic made her insides churn. The guy was good in bed. Too good! "I waited three hours, Elena. Three hours at the rooftop for you and all you can say is what do I mean?" Angelo snapped at her, glancing at his wristwatch as he spoke and bringing her out of her outrageous daydream as well. She paused her walk to the dressing mirror halfway and turned to look at him. "I'm sorry, Angelo. I don't know... I don't know what happened. I just kind of... I'm sorry, Angelo." She tried to beg him but the look on Angelo's face didn't seem like a forgiving one.

He asked and I shook my head. Now was not the time to feel cold. "I missed you. God! i fucking miss you." L'Angelo mumbled, kissing every part of my body his lips could touch. "Where did you go?" I asked. "The Niccolo's." He replied after a minute of hesitation. "You know?" I asked and he nodded. "I know." I didn't want him to know about Laurel. Dealing with that two faced bitch was my responsibility. "And what did you do?" I asked.

“You two are going to be…” Nicolas let go of Angelina and getting down on his knee in front of Aiden, he grabbed him by his collar and forced him to look him in the eye “come again?” “Tyler?” He asked, frowning in confusion. “Nicolas D’Angelo” Nicolas answered coldly. He grabbed his chin, and digging his fingers in his jaw, the man flinched, trying to move from his grip; however, Nicolas simply tightened it, drawing out blood. I looked at Dante who glared at me, clearly annoyed by what he just saw happening, but putting a hand on my waist, his touch was gentle despite the anger “what are you going to do?”

“Sorry if I startled you. I’m Angelica, I am Nico’s second cousin. I am staying for a few weeks; my father has business in town. Er, Nico sent me down to the gym to make sure you had everything you needed.” “Thanks. Nice to meet you, Angelica.” I take the water from her and eye her up, wondering if Nico has her sent to spy on my every move. We both head for the running machines, she sets off slow I don’t. I’m a full on and full in kinda woman, why go slow when you can run? Besides, I need to run off some of that sexual tension that is cursing through my body like wildfire, then I am going to leave this house of his, call Mia and head out for a breakfast of champagne and cocktails. Fuck Nico

Ashley cried out, back arching against the cool mirror. “Look,” Nico commanded, turning her head toward their reflection. “Watch how perfectly you take your Daddy’s cock.” She couldn’t look away. The mirrors showed everything — Dante’s powerful body driving into her, muscles flexing, her own face flushed with unwanted pleasure, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Nico moved behind Dante, but then stepped to her side. He freed his thick cock and fed it into her mouth while Dante fucked her harder. “Such a good little slut for your Daddies,” Nico praised, voice rough as he slid deep into her throat. “Even when you’re angry, this pussy drips for us.”