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Story Notes:

Viglietti is pronounced Vee-yet-ee

DeFuco is pronounced Duh-few-co




Author's Chapter Notes:

Your bitch (me, I'm talking about me) is back! 




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With a final thrust, he came wordlessly, his powerful ejaculation filling up the latex barrier he’d remembered to roll on at the last minute. My vice-like grip around his broad shoulders loosened as he shuddered a bit, the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm coursing through him. His full weight pressed against me briefly before he propped himself up on his elbows and slowly pulled himself out from between my folds, drawing a long, low moan from my throat. The feeling of bereavement that followed was instantaneous, and all too soon the feelings of fear and apprehension that I’d quashed began to bubble back up to the surface.

 

What were we doing? What was I doing? For so long I’d told myself and anyone around me willing to listen that this life wasn’t for me, that he wasn’t for me. But here I was, an even bigger hypocrite than Sal, lying in bed with and thoroughly fucked by the physical embodiment of everything I’d sworn never to be.

 

Above me, Nico panted loudly before leaning down to press soft kisses against my shoulder and neck, his tongue peeking out to lick a hot trail up to my ear and then down again. I slowly dug my manicured nails into the hard flexed muscles beneath the damp skin of his back as his hands pressed into my hips, pinning me down to the mattress of the massive California king bed. Another moan escaped me as he bit down on the skin of my neck before soothing away the hurt with his tongue.

 

He was marking me, alerting anyone who dared to get close enough, that I was off the market. The notion of being possessed by anyone, much less Nico was laughable. As if I’d be willing to let anyone else would get this close to me again. Hell, he wouldn’t even get the chance to be this close to me again after tonight. Even in the lust filled haze that had clouded my judgment long enough to have me spreading my legs open on his large oak office desk just two hours prior, I’d made it clear to Nico that this--whatever this was--could never happen again. This was the last time.

 

I let out a groan as he suddenly sucked at my neck before soothing it once again with his tongue. His hand shot up and cupped my cheek, turning my head as he pressed a hot kiss to my parted lips.

 

One night, I reminded myself as his hands continued up into my mass of ebony curls, tangling themselves in the soft tendrils so as to hold my head in place as his tongue slowly slid in and out of my mouth in long languid strokes. Just one night of indulgence before I finally locked the door to the family business and threw away the key once and for all.






Chapter End Notes:

Hi everyone! As I stated previously, I'm back (again). I apologize for the indecisiveness I've displayed for the past year and a half--I've really struggled with this story in terms of where exactly I want it to go and how to get there, but I think I've finally figured it out. 

Enjoy!







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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.