Novel & Cerita Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Wears Will's Clothes

Nico locks the door behind us—three heavy bolts sliding home with metallic finality. Only then does he turn. His suit is soaked through at the shoulders, white shirt clinging transparently to the hard planes of his chest. Tattoos bleed through the wet fabric: black roses, coiled serpents, the Moretti family crest low on his ribs. Water drips from his dark hair, tracing slow paths down his neck. He looks at me like I’m prey that just walked willingly into the trap. “Take off the dress.” My breath hitches. “Nico—”

I was texting Elianna halfway through my food telling her Sienna and Enzo bicker just like she and Javier when the front door opened. His steps hit the floor before I even saw him. The room didn’t go quiet, but it shifted. It always did when Nico walked in. Like the air remembered who owned it. He didn’t greet anyone. Didn’t sit. Didn’t even look at the food. He came straight from outside, still in work clothes. Dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled once. Tucked into black pants. The shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way — it stopped just before where it disappeared into his waistband, leaving a small V open at his chest.

Niccolo asked, jerking his thick, long cock in front of my face, as he climbed into bed. Befuddlement seized me as I gazed at him, inwardly wondering how he was right in front of me, yet drilling my pussy from behind. It was then his question registered in my mind. “H-How are you here and t-there?” I panted, as the Niccolo behind me let go of my wrists and pulled my hair into a ponytail instead, while playing with my erect buds. “It’s a mystery,” Niccolo's voice came from beside me, and I looked in his direction to see a third Niccolo sitting on a chair, fully clad in a black suit, his onyx hair sleeked back neatly.

Picking her little bag that could not contain more than a lip balm, her feet hastily moved to the door before disappearing out of sight. Niko smiled to himself as he got down from the stairs, he had peeped to see what she was wearing and decided on pairing up with her. She had even forgotten that they were in a contract relationship. A smile etched the corner of his lips as he opened the door and closed it, a white round neck, a blue Jean and a white canvas. He matched it up with a white shade before walking to the car garage. “Let’s take the white.” Reyna spoke out.

I always hated those things unless I was a little bit buzzed. But it somehow made me feel relaxed. “She smokes,” someone said from the balcony right next to Nero’s. It was smaller than the one I was in, but it was still spacious. It was Nico. He was in dark clothes that made him blend into the darkness. He looked just as dangerous, if not more dangerous, than Nero. He was also full of tattoos, and that empty smile of his was on his face. “So my fratellino finally let you out. I told him you don’t have what it takes to pull off something like that.” He said, “Trust me, that’s a compliment.”