Nico Di Angelo X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But when I say your name… it won’t be with respect. It will be with hate.” Antonio’s smile is small and bitter. “Good. Hate is honest.” He leans back in the chair. “Begin.” Nico moves first—fast and feral. He grabs me by the waist, flips me onto my hands and knees, facing Antonio directly. Victor kneels in front of me. His cock—thick, heavy, already leaking—is inches from my mouth. Nico positions himself behind me. Spreads my ass cheeks. His tongue presses against my pussy first—long, slow licks that make me moan.

He rested his forehead against mine. “My uncle has no idea what he let go,” Angelo whispered his voice rough. “And he has no idea what he’s in for.” I smiled against his lips the taste of wine and victory shared between us. “No,” I agreed softly. “He doesn’t. And by the time he figures it out it will be far, far too late.” “I want you baby,” he said, his voice rough. “God I’ve missed you so much being far away from you for days has been nothing short of torture. Everyday I see you with Dante… I have to fight back the urge to drag you away and fuck you right there.”

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.

Nico questions angrily. Alessandro tries to speak, but Nico’s hand tightens around his throat. “She’s ours,” he growls. “You understand that? Ours. Stay away from her.” “Nico!” My voice cracks. “Please, stop!” For a moment, I see a flicker in his expression…. guilt, hesitation, before he finally lets go. Alessandro collapses to the floor, gasping for air, clutching his throat. Nico turns to me slowly, his chest heaving, eyes burning with a mix of anger and something else….something possessive and almost broken.

Caterina scolded but Alessandro looked like he was done caring, anger shone so evidently in his eyes, his hands trembled from it. He turned to his sister, staring her down.“Didn't it start this way with that fucking bastard, Niko? You were so consumed by him, blinded by your love for him and where did that get you? Hug? You got bound to a wheelchair for life!” The room fell silent, Angela's lips wobbled as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Fuck you, Alessandro,” she muttered softly, but pain in her words was like a punch to the gut. Alessandro's face paled, his eyes went round as he sputtered. “I.. I..”

“Mafia? Oh hell nah! I don't ever want to get involved with those blood suckers. He doesn't look like he's one of them.” Nico smiled. “Oh no. Don't tell me you like him.” “I don't even know his name!” “Yet you're blushing.” He poked my cheek. “Anthony never made you blush talking about sex.” I shoved him off the bed. “Out. I need to shower off my poor life choices.” As I got out of the shower, I saw Nico sprawled across my couch like a starfish, his mouth full of my latest experiment. “Holy shit,” he mumbled around the food. “What is this?”

“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

I hiccupped my hand resting on Angelo’s back. “Shhh….Lola” He pulled me into him with a hand on my nape caressing me softly he pressed his lips to my temple my tear-soaked cheeks, and then the bridge of my nose. So close to him, I can feel the tension beneath his skin and I know he doesn't like this any more than I do and it only makes me cry more. Tiny fingers tug on the neckline of my top as Angelo leans his head on my shoulder. "Niko..." I called his name, our noses touched and I breathed him in holding onto his hand at my nape my fingers clenching with all my might, I couldn’t let go. I didn’t want to.

Her fingernails resembled claws, curved and sharp. I was saved from answering by Nicco who climbed into the limo, pissed. “What are you doing here, Angelica?” His voice was hard and flat. “I wanted to be the first to greet you after your long trip,” she answered in a breathless tone, nothing like the one she spoke to me in. She leaned forward, showing off her cleavage. “You should have stayed home,” Nicco said, firmly. “I thought I made myself perfectly clear.”

Angelo raised her to the counter of the washbasin and with a burning passion he responded to her every move with him; Without further ado, he thrust his penis into her, leaving her screaming over his shoulder at the force of his insertion; She didn't care that it might hurt her; The closeness of his body to her compensated for the lack of comfort that he caused between her thighs; She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close to her. Her body wet with water pressed against his dry body; He wrapped his strong arms around her body until he almost choked her breath. She didn't care about that either; She never needed him more than she feels now.. Angelo watches the cars crossing