Page 56 of Ruthless King
I get up from the couch. “Nico?”
“Trouble with one of my suppliers. They didn’t want to deliver the guns I’d ordered, and there were some … complications.”
“Complications?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you, Aurora. I almost didn’t make it out alive tonight, and all I could think about was you.” He grabs my face and kisses me deeply.
And I don’t put up a fight as he lays me down on the couch. I don’t object when he pulls my clothes off.
And I don’t object when he spreads my legs wide and enters me.
He thrusts into me with wild abandon. I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him in deeper.
Our kiss is like each of us dying of thirst in the desert. It’s messy yet wild and passionate. I’m not sure what Nico went through tonight, but I can tell it left him with a lot of pent-up emotion. It’s been days since we had sex, and I didn’t realize how much I needed this, too.
I arch my back into him, bringing our bodies closer. Nico groans, digging his hips harder against mine.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls. Our lips are still touching, but there’s a tiny fraction of space between us. “Aurora.”
I grip his back tighter.
“I needed this,” he groans.
“I needed this, too,” I admit.
Our breath mingles as we make love. Our thrusts are so intense, it makes the couch move back and forth.
And as soon as we began, it ends with each of us coming.
We moan together, our hands gripping each other tightly. Nico presses small kisses against my lips, making me feel safe and warm in his arms.
I never thought I’d feel this safe with a big, bad Mafia boss. But Nico has shown he’s not bad at all.
He slips out of me and pulls me into his arms. In my post-sex induced haze, I feel content.
And then it hits me—this could be the time I get pregnant.
“I need Plan B again,” I tell Beatrice.
“Sorry. Don’t have it. But I do have the ingredients to make the tea I was telling you about.”
“Can’t you just go to the store and buy Plan B? I can come back tomorrow.”
“No. I’ll make you the tea now.”
I sigh and sit down on the bed as Beatrice flits around the hotel room, making the tea for me. Once it’s ready, she hands it over. Instantly, I’m struck by how awful it smells.
“Should I really be drinking this?” I ask.
“Just drink,” Beatrice snaps.
Holding my breath, I down the tea in one large gulp.
“There. That will help prevent you from getting pregnant.” She takes the cup from me.
“Hopefully.”
I leave after that, but as I’m walking down the hotel hallway, I’m struck by an intense pain in my stomach. The next thing I know, I’m bent over, throwing up, and then I pass out.