Nico Di Angelo X Reader Novels & Stories

“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.

He is about to rescue me but end up on top of me. Our faces are too close to each other that it’s like only an inch before we end up with a kiss. His breath becomes heavy staring at me. As I blink my eyes, everything turned back to normal. His green eyes are taking me somewhere far. They are so beautiful that I wanna stare at them forever. I suddenly remembered the same scene making me furrow my eyebrows. He stood up and help me stand too. “I bet you will remember Carina soon,” he said when we are back on our feet. Angelo looked really the same as if nothing happened. He isn’t affected at all while I’m too nervous and is replaying the scene in my head.

Shit, if he really did go to meet someone else, then I might actually have to go on a killing spree. The door creaks open and Nico steps inside. His eyes look kind of tired, and it does weird shit to me that I care about what could be the reason. The moment his eyes meet mine, it's like something ignites in them, the tired look gets replaced with something else. Anger. Whatever crawled up his ass and died? What is he angry about? I'm the one who should be pissed. He went to see someone. Two people if my instincts are correct.

I wrapped my hands around the base, massaging the heat of him as I bobbed my head. "Fuck!" Angelo groaned, his hand finding the back of my head. He didn't force me, but his warm presence was an anchor, his fingers threading through my hair. This time, he kept his eyes open, staring down at me with a gaze that was dark and dilated.

Angela’s POV I gazed up at the sky as I thought about how I met Lucifer. Prince Cleoffe is just sitting next to me while listening. “The first time that I saw Lucifer, well I already knew that he’s a nerd disguising as a bad boy.” I chuckled. “He really loves reading books that he can’t last a day without reading at least five different books. He’s also a workaholic, he works so much that sometimes he forgets to rest.”

His gaze shifts from my left eye to my right, then drops to my lips, lingering there longer than it should, before coming back up. “Yes! That’s all it is.” His eyes drop to my lips again, and his grip tightens. Something in the room shifts. Something I don’t understand. But I don’t even get the chance to as Marciano stands. “See that’s the thing, Angelica.” His voice is quieter now. Colder. “I don’t fucking believe you.”

There were no tears of sorrow from Grazia, only a piercing, transactional detachment that had defined every single day of Angela’s miserable upbringing in this crumbling town. "Don't get caught," Grazia said flatly, her voice cutting sharply through the quiet hiss of the train's pneumatic brakes. She didn't look at Angela as she spoke; her gaze remained locked on the dirty, graffiti-covered metal cars rattling to a stop. "And remember the rest of the money you owe me. Eight hundred euros, Angela. Don't come looking for me to bail you out if things go wrong."

The inn owner starts but Nico presses the gun ino his temple making him shut up. "I would let you know that I hate it when people lie to me. So if I even feel like you are lying, I won't hesitate to put a bullet into your head, and maybe that of your daughter's too."Domenico says and I know that he is being serious. Angelina whimpers beside me and I look at her, I see tears silently falling down her face and I look away. "I swear I know nothing about you two. I just saw the way he looked at when you mentioned your wife and the look on his face when we were talking about her and I assumed…" He trails off looking between Domenico and I.

He looked calm, deadly calm. The hallway went silent, no one dare move or breath. Nico took a step toward the guy, the guy scrambled backward, slipping on his own blood. "Please," the guy whimpered. "I didn't... I was just..." Nico crouched down, he didn't look at the crowd, only at the boy bleeding on the floor. "You touched her," Nico said softly. His voice carried down the hall. "I... I'm sorry," the guy choked out. "Elena is mine," Nico said, reaching out to wipe a speck of blood from his own knuckle onto the guy's jacket. "She is my toy to break.

“nico” “Shhh. I’d rather find out the answer to that question on my own.” Without warning, his hand slipped between my body, his fingers tearing the thin fabric of my panties. “nico, what are” “Shhh, little pet. I’d prefer your body do the talking.” And then he slipped a finger easily inside me. There was no way I could stop the soft sound of need that escaped me, proving to both of us that we were equally fucked up. He moaned against my cheek. “You see, little pet, your body can’t lie to me.”