Rio 2 Nico Novels & Stories

Luca spat at us "You should have a partner as strong as you are and one who won't be a liability to you" Covering my ears, Nico pushes me into his chest, squashing my face. I inhale taking in his scent, rubbing my face on his chest. I like this. I like this a lot. Nico brings out a gun from heaven knows where and shoot at Luca. I try to raise my face, but he pushes my head back down. "Next time, I won't miss" I hear Nico say, His cheat vibrating with each word he says. So he didn't shoot Luca then? I didn't hear a scream, so I bet he didn't.

, Nico muttered to himself and became relieved as the havoc and breaking noises stopped disturbing his peace and quiet and came Rylie skipping excitedly. “Ok guys, so-”, She started excitedly before freezing in her steps as her gaze landed on Nico who sat there on the counter eating her special tacos with extra chicken, spices, and cheese loaded with hot sauce and jalapenos. Her fist clenched, jaw dropped, and eyes twitched repeatedly. Is this bitch trying to pick a fight? Does he really want to die early? Has he chosen death? She thought as a cold smile made its way on her face before she whacked Nico on his back making him choke and cough.

“I see Nero tried one of my tricks,” Nico said with a smirk as he looked at the rope marks on my wrists. I rolled my eyes at him and looked away. We were in the garden while I drank wine and he drank scotch. We stared at nothing, and silence engulfed us most of the time. Too bad Nico couldn’t shut his mouth for a long time. “I am not comfortable talking about my sexual encounters with your brother,” I said. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some mafia shit to do?”

Nico’s eyes dragged over me, slow and slimy, stopping at the curve of my hips. “Amara, amore.Don't act like you don't know me . I see marriage has made you even more beautiful.” Nero’s jaw ticked once — lethal. I leaned into Nero deliberately.I felt him freeze, surprised.He looked at me.I stared back , squeezing his muscled palm with mine.He's was still dry but mine was all sweaty and clammy.He relaxed then and squeezed back. I spoke up then . “I'm afraid you must be confusing beauty with disgust.Nico Salvador”

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

Nico’s tongue never stopped, fingers pinching her nipples. She shattered on the third orgasm squirting, crying, begging them to breed her. “Fill me,” she sobbed. “Please make me yours forever. Put a baby in me.” Matteo groaned, hips slamming. “That’s it. Take it all. Every drop.” Luca followed, cursing, flooding her ass. Nico came last on her tongue, gentle even then. They collapsed together, Matteo unlocking the collar just long enough to kiss the red mark it left, then locking it again.

Nico’s perfectly sculpted brow is raised in the question, while that telltale, well-used dimple plays in the perfect swoon worthy grin. “Actually, you do,” I fight the twist of my lips and the laugh that’s dying to burst out of me. “Okay, fair, I am, but not about this,” Nico uses more plea than sexy charm he shouldn’t have. “Tio is crazy about you, and you’re amazing with him. Please, Ryan.” The name tag I happened to grab during ‘orientation’ from another apron, so I wasn’t fired before I started. “You don’t even understand how much you would be saving my ass.” As if the curse conjured awareness of the infant who dozed off on my chest, Tio’s eyes fling open as he rolls his head to the man

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

"That's all you're good for now. A set of holes for us to use." Nico's fingers push inside my soaked pussy, pumping in and out while Santos abuses my throat. I'm drooling, gagging, tears streaming down my face, and my pussy is clenching around Nico's fingers like it wants more. Santos pulls out and I gasp for air. Nico withdraws his fingers. They share a look. "Time to untie her." Nico produces a knife and cuts the ropes binding me to the chair. My arms fall free, useless, circulation tingling back into my fingers. "Mattress. Now."

I growled. Nico smirked. "Oh, really? Don’t be so sure because I am after the one thing you love the most." I shook my head. “Over my dead body, you slimy bastard.” I narrowed my eyes and used my mind to place pressure on Nico’s head. Nico instantly dropped to his knees, letting out a roar echoing around the cement walls. I yanked on the ropes, wincing through the pain as my hands broke free, then ripped the tape off my feet, all while keeping my mind focused on killing Nico.