Page 54 of Ruthless King
“No,” he says gruffly, then heads into his office, shutting me out. Nico has a lot of burdens right now. The police looking at him. Enzo causing issues.
And now, me. I can’t let him doubt me. The moment he does, he’ll never trust me again, and then I’ll never be able to kill him. If I’m going to do this, I need to do it now.
I rush into the empty kitchen and grab a knife. Now that I don’t have a guard breathing down my neck every second, it makes moving around the house so much easier.
I wait in our bedroom for Nico to appear, but he doesn’t. Hours pass, and I finally work up the courage to go to him myself.
When I knock on the door and don’t get a reply, I slowly push it open to see Nico … asleep at his desk. For a moment, my heart melts at the sight of him. He only truly looks innocent in his sleep.
And then I realize—this is my opportunity.
I grip the knife and slowly approach him. My heart pounds, and my hand is so sweaty, I almost lose my hold on the knife. I stand behind him and raise the knife high …
And stop. If I bring this knife down now onto his neck, he’ll be dead. I’ll be free of the torment of Nico being my father’s possible killer.
But what if he’s not? What if someone else did it? Andrew was the one with the pictures and files in his briefcase.
And even if Nico did kill my father, do I really want him dead? I care for him. I think it might even be more than that.
But if I don’t kill him, Beatrice will hurt me. I know she will. I’ll never get any of my father’s money.
And my father – what would he think of me right now?
Before I can decide, Nico begins to wake up. I quickly turn around and shove the knife into the bookshelf behind his desk.
“Aurora?” Nico blinks, sitting up. “What are you doing in here?”
Think, think. “Uh …” I slowly turn back to him. “You didn’t come to bed. I was just checking in and saw you asleep.”
His eyes soften as he pulls me against him. “That’s sweet. Come here.” He leads me into his lap, where he kisses me deeply.
Quickly, our kiss goes from sweet to passionate. Nico’s touch has a way of lighting me on fire. I’m obsessed with him in more ways than one.
Nico growls deeply in his throat as he picks me up and places me on the desk. “I’ve been thinking about your body all day,” he says against my lips.
“Me, too,” I admit.
Just a moment ago, I was considering killing him, and now, I’m about to make love with him.
I moan softly when his hands go to my thighs, and he pushes my dress up. “Nico,” I whisper.
He resumes kissing me as he pulls my panties down. Somehow, I’m already aroused. The way he can make me go from zero to sixty is astounding.
Gripping his pants, I pull his zipper down, and Nico groans when my hand grabs his erection. My body remembers how he felt inside me, and I need it again. I need him to make me forget what I was about to do to him. I don’t want to be in this position. I just want to be free in how I feel.
Free in my love for Nico.
He lines his length up to my entrance and thrusts into me. We moan together as my hands grip his shoulders and his hands grip my hips.
“Nico.” I drop my head back, letting the pleasure he’s giving me course through my body.
His hips grind against mine. “God, you feel so good around me.” He kisses my temple, and the action is so sweet, it almost makes me cry.
Our foreheads touch, our skin sweaty.
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. His hands slam against the desk. My breath comes out in pants. I can barely breathe. I need Nico to take away the pain I’ve been feeling. I need to be absolved of every sin.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, thrusting hard into me. I gasp at the sensation.