Page 51 of Ruthless King

His eyes darken, causing a shiver to course through me. He grabs the end of my dress and pulls it off me before making quick work of my bra and underwear. The sight of him fully clothed before my naked body is intimidating yet exciting.

Nico pulls me to the end of the bed and spreads my legs. “I need to touch you again. Taste you. Fuck, Aurora, I haven’t stopped thinking about this since I fucked you with my tongue.”

I gasp. My inner walls clench at his words. I never thought I would get so turned on by dirty talk, but here I am—about to sleep with my father’s possible murderer.

He kneels before me and presses his face between my legs. I moan softly as his tongue plays magic tricks with my body. Acting on instinct, my hips begin to jerk up to meet his mouth. I need friction. I need release. I need to know I’ll be all right.

Nico’s tongue flicks around my bundle of nerves, driving me crazy with desire. Just when my orgasm begins to build, he pulls back.

I whimper. “Don’t stop.”

“I want to fuck you, baby. I want to feel your pussy around my cock.” He takes off his jacket and shirt. The sight of his muscled chest turns me on even more.

I watch as he removes his pants and underwear. His erection is there in all its glory. I gulp. This is it. I’m finally going to give him all of me.

For a second, I doubt whether I should. Once Nico and I do this, there’s no going back. This will change our relationship forever.

I decide to lay down and open my legs wider. I want this. I want a connection with him.

I don’t want to kill him.

Nico gets on top of me and settles his length between my legs. He’s so close to entering me. I grip the backs of his shoulders to steady myself.

“Nico,” I whisper.

He kisses me deeply before thrusting his hips forward, entering me in one motion. I cry out from the new sensation. It doesn’t hurt, but it does ache a little. Nico pauses, giving me time to adjust.

“Fuck, Aurora,” he groans, kissing along my neck.

This is finally it—I’m Nico’s completely.

“You can move.” I shift my hips to let him know it’s ok. Nico begins to gently thrust into me. Every time he does, a spark of pleasure shoots over my body. My hands dig into his back.

“Aurora.” Hearing him say my name in the throes of passion makes me feel powerful.

It also makes me feel guilty.

I push that away and focus on the moment. This is between Nico and I. Not my aunt. Not my father. Not Andrew or Enzo. No one else is making this decision for me.

Just as Nico wanted me, I want him in return.

He grips my hips as he pulls back and really begins to fuck me like I want. I can’t be the good girl I was taught to be my whole life. I’m going to become a murderer.

I’m no longer a good girl, and I don’t deserve to be treated as such.

I moan when he grinds his hips against mine and wrap my legs tighter around Nico’s hips, drawing him in closer.

“Tell me you need this,” he groans.

“I need you,” I admit.

He leans back over me, consuming me with a kiss. Our chests press together. I can feel every part of him touching me. It’s heady and intoxicating. I never want this to end.

Our bodies move together in a perfect rhythm. Not once did I think my first time would be like this, but I’m glad it’s with Nico. I know I shouldn’t feel this way. My head and my heart are at odds with one another.

“Nico,” I gasp as pleasure shoots through me.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers against my lips, making me shiver. I could listen to him talk to me like this for hours.