Rio 2 Nico Novels & Stories

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.

I laughed until I cried. "Nico Russo," I glared right into his eyes, "I will never apologize to this bitch!"

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-"

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.

Deal C H A P T E R 2 2 "Ahh no, you are doing it wrong!" I yelled in pain. Fuck that's too much pain. "Be careful!" I snapped at Rhyker who stuck his tongue out playfully, he acts like a child although he was the crown prince, one of the strongest who would wipe your existence if you bother him but he doesn't seem like the cold ignorant prince. "Fuck you." He mouthed at me and I smirked, pushing it far away toward his face. He whined in pain as my big toe hit his nose.

"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."

And so, he had resorted to trying to kill her. Rio couldn't help but smile mischievously as he thought about how he had manipulated Carlos into doing his bidding. He knew that it was going to be a long night, but he relished in the thought of his victory. His plan had worked perfectly, and he had finally gotten rid of his biggest obstacles. As the Italian classical music continued to play, Rio raised his glass to himself, toasting to his success with a devilish laugh. * *