Nico Di Angelo X Reader Novels & Stories

Angelo POV: "Boss we are almost there" Angelo heard the voice of his men Waving his hand, dismissing him. He let out a deep breath before looking outside the window. 'I don't think she will ever forgive me' He thought, it's been weeks since he contracted her, He knows it's stupid but he couldn't let someone notice Today Angelo is going back home, and he is dying to have Aria in his arms again and listen to her talk all day. Opening his eyes, he looked at his mirror noticing the black circles under his eyes.

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”

“Tell me I’m the only one.” “You are,” I said without hesitation. “You’ve always been the only one.” And then I kissed him so hard it tasted like blood and forgiveness. "Roll over," Angel muttered, clearly couldn't bear my humping on his raging cock another second, his voice was a dark, sensuous purr and the sinful sound had me trembling with anticipation. "Pillow your head on your hands; you will be in this position for a while." He ordered, and like a perfect sub, I obeyed, my body thrumming with excitement and pain.

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.

He takes my hand and places a kiss on it. “Hey, Dario.” He smiles sincerely and gazes out into the lush green grounds, then looks back at me. He has a roguish dimple on his cheek, which adds to his allure. “Listen, Dario. There’s something I want to tell you.” I whisper awkwardly. Dario cocks his head to the side with a puzzled expression. “What is it, Anjo?” Angel My hair flails around me as the wind picks up. Brushing tendrils away from my eyes, I cross my arms in front of my chest and clear my dry throat. “You remember the guy I told you about? Argent?”

Claw my way out of this place with bare hands and bloodied fingernails. But I don’t. I just stand there, staring at Nico with too-wide eyes and trembling bones. “Why?” I manage to whisper. “Why is he doing this?” Nico shrugs. “Because he can? Because Rox touches what’s his? Because it’s a message? I don’t know. Or maybe he just wanted to bleed something that isn’t you tonight.” “This is sick. You should stop him. He’s your friend. Rox might die and…” “No.” Nico tilts his head. “this is Massimo Bianchi. And he’s walk through hell just t drag you back by the wrist if you ran. Might even smile while doing it.”

The phone cracked in his grip, pulse roared in his ears, and after that, silence—silence so large he could hear the thud of his own heartbeat. He began to unbutton his shirt. “You were saying...?” “No foreplay? Fine.” Alessandro sighed. “Yes, blah blah blah, Zayne, Gianna, yes. You’ve caught my interest. Somehow you’re even more of a pain in my ass than your fucking brother. So here’s the thing—I want you dead.” “Sad. Usually you’ll have to wait in line.” Nico zipped up the black hood. “But you’ve got a VIP card. Where should I meet you?”

He couldn't help but moan loudly as the man released his lip. "Sh!t sh!t I'm c-mming, Nick fvck faster ahh!" Angelo's hips are also moving to reach heaven. In a few moments, he finally released them. Fvck I'm exhausted. Angelo just closes his eyes, but he can still feel what's going on around him. He knew Charles moved on top of him again and licked his ear. "I'm still not done with you, baby. I'm still not fvcking you. I want my c-ck pounding your hole, making you scream like there's no tomorrow. I want my d-ck inside you, baby."

“You? Helping someone out of the goodness of your heart? Come on, Angelo. We’ve known you since you were stealing cigars from your old man’s stash. You don’t just ‘return favours.’” I kept my expression neutral. “This is different.” “Different how?” Nico pressed, his tone sharper now. “Because she’s young and scared? Or because you feel something for her?” I frowned, my jaw tightening. “This isn’t about feelings. Don’t start making assumptions.” “Oh, come on,” Marco said, throwing his hands up. “You expect us to believe this isn’t about pity or… something else? She’s not just another pawn, Angelo. We can see it.”

"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?"