ARIA

I think I'm pushing him too far.

No, I know I am.

I can feel the tension from Nicco's restraint. Humming. Coiling. Tightening. His muscles are drawn too taut and rigid. He's about to snap. But I can't stop. This power I am wielding is fucking addicting. He may be my boss, but I am the one in charge now. Nicco's perfect, pierced cock is weeping for me. Literally. Drops of precum glisten from the tip. His pleasure is fast becoming my pleasure. My pussy throbs in time to every thrust of his cock as it slips in and out of my mouth. I want to edge him to the very brink of his limits, then give one more depraved little push before plummeting into oblivion alongside him.

My hand starts to pump his thick shaft. The grip is firm but not firm enough. My lips close around his broad head. The suction is sweet but not sweet enough. My tongue flicks his metal piercing. The pressure is hard but not hard enough.

My gaze drifts up, gray capturing green, challenging him, taunting him, letting him know that I can keep this shit up forever if he doesn't do something about it.

A scowl twists across his handsome face. "Enough."

Looks like he's finally going to do something about it. Anticipation lifts the corner of my lips in a slight smirk. Nicco has unlocked something deep and dark and twisted in me. I welcome his punishment.

Roughly, Nicco's hand tugs my head away from his crotch. His fingers are twined tightly within my hair. I wince slightly at the pain. But it's a good kind of hurt.

"Get on your back," he orders sharply, "and spread your fucking legs."

"Make me," I sass softly, baiting him on purpose.

My smirk widens into a grin. His scowl only deepens. This is too much fun.

I'll probably regret it later.

Within an instant, Nicco pulls me up from the ground, and I gasp as he tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Holy shit. My ass is suddenly in the air. He carries me back to his bed and dumps me onto the mattress with a light bounce.

I gaze up at him, my hair in wild disarray and my panties showing, with wide eyes and a perfect O on my lips. I can't tell if he's aggravated. Or turned on. Probably both.

A wicked gleam blackens Nicco's green eyes as he crawls onto the bed after me and settles his big, chiseled body between my thighs. My pounding heart is ready to thump out of my chest. Nicco nearly steals my breath away. His skin is so beautifully bronzed and toned, and he's radiating pure masculine don't-fuck-with-me energy.

Nicco presses a kiss on my inner thigh, and the dark stubble along his jaw scrapes against the delicate flesh, making me shiver and sigh. In a low, authoritative voice that demands obedience, he murmurs against my skin, "Are you ready to behave, Signorina Senarath?"

Yes.

"Maybe," I whimper as his tongue slides along the folds of my pussy.

He nips my clit in response. Hard. I release a groan as the pain cuts through my pleasure.

Nicco chuckles wickedly and reaches up to tweak my nipple. "Wrong answer."

I pant, "Asshole."

His wayward hand drifts back down to sex.

"Behave," he drawls with a condescending expression, pinching my clit between his thumb and forefinger.

Feeling hot and bothered and frustrated beyond measure, I grunt in defiance, "Fuck you."

Immediately, he plants a barely-there kiss on my sex. The touch sends flutters through my nerves. "Not until you learn to play by my rules."

The contrast between this gentle and rough power play is giving me whiplash. I'm loving it. I can't stand it. I thought I was the one in control. I thought I could stay in control and distract my boss from asking more annoying questions, but now I'm not so sure. My resolve keeps crumbling away.

"What rules?" I demand through narrowed eyes.

He doesn't answer me right away.

He's too busy lapping at more core and fucking me with his tongue.

Mindlessly, my fingers tangle into his thick black hair as his mouth descends on my sex once more. It feels so fucking good. Two fingers slide inside me, stretching me, and start pumping in firm, exacting strokes. Nicco then twists and curls his fingers against my upper walls, and rubs—there. His mouth closes around my clit. Lips are sucking, fingers thrusting, sucking, thrusting, at the exact same time, and I'm loving every second of it. Nicco doesn't stop. He doesn't slow down.

I want this to go on forever. The sweetest pressure builds and builds inside my pussy, twisting up and down my spine in taut, winding tendrils. Pleasure expands through my core. I crave release. I'm getting so damn close. I squeeze my eyes shut. My hips writhe and snap in time to his wicked touch until the bastard pulls away from me and just—stops.

My head snaps up as my abandoned pussy throbs in desperation. "The fuck?"

His eyes shine roguishly. "You do not get to come. Yet."

As I sense my power slipping away even more, I protest, "Says who?"

"Until further notice, I am your god." In one swift motion, he hoists himself over my body, caging me beneath his muscled chest and arms, growling, "You will come when I say so."

His cock is now probing my entrance, I can feel the hard metal barbell rubbing against the slickness of my pulsing clit, and the wicked friction instantly rips the air from my lungs. Speech eludes me. My body feels as though it's being consumed by an inferno. It takes me a moment to find my words again, but, in time, I manage to spit back, "If you can't get the job done... then I'll do it myself."

He fists his shaft, guiding and caressing the pierced tip up and down my crease. The man is a fucking tease. Nicco smirks at my obvious distress. "Go ahead. Be my guest. I will enjoy the free show."

The tables continue to turn in his favor. He's in control now.

How the hell did this happen?

I glare. "You—"

The bastard cuts me off yet again, tutting chidingly, "From this point on, if you even think about touching yourself without my permission, then this arrangement between us is... over. I will never look at you or touch you ever again."

I give him a long, hard stare. "Bullshit."

Nicco pretends not to hear me and doles out in maddeningly unbothered tones, "It is up to you, Aria. I do not give a fuck either way."

***

NICCO

I sense the conflict twisting inside her. Her pride is being strangled by desire. She wants to maintain the upper hand, but, little does she know, no one can outplay a Vitale. I have led her into my little trap like a spider luring a fly with a trail of sweets and honey.

I need her to give herself to me. Fully. Completely. First her body. Then her mind. Only then will I be able to break down her walls and learn her secrets. This is the game I intend to play.

She is glaring up at me now. Daggers. If looks could kill, I would be a fucking ghost. Her anger unsettles me as much as it arouses my unruly cock.

Unable to resist, I dip the head of my dick inside her sheath.

In and out.

In.

Out.

Sweat kisses my skin as I begin to pant. It feels like heaven inside her tight, slick heat. A moan falls from my breath. My muscles are straining with tension. I am doing all I can to hold back even though I want nothing more than to shove in all the way. I am nearly coming undone by my own seduction.

But I must wait. I must be patient. And let her come to me.

I glance down once more. Sparks of fury burn in her soft gray eyes. I know her outrage is fueled by want and need. At this moment, at least, she hates how much she wants me.

This is when I know I have her.

"Fine," my assistant finally grinds out. "You win. We will do things your way. For now."

Her pride has surrendered to desire at last. I brush my lips against her temples, whispering, "Good girl."

Aria's eyes glaze over with lust even while she grumbles under her breath, insulting me a second time with, "Asshole."

I give her breast a light slap and chide, "If you call me that again, you will be punished."

A dark eyebrow quirks. She stays silent, but there is a challenging gleam in her eyes.

Calmly, I remind her, "I am god, no?"

Unimpressed, she scoffs, "Right now, you're acting like the devil. I swear, if you don't start fucking me—"

I do not let her finish.

Smiling the smile of a diavolo, I hold her gaze, steady and still. Then, I ram my cock inside her pussy. Balls deep. To the fucking hilt. Her eyes round out like saucers. A whimpering gasp slips from Aria as her nails dig into my back.

"Do not worry, I will not stop until the only name you scream," I assure her as I begin to thrust, "is mine."

She moans, "Nicco..."

I ram inside again, demanding, "Louder."

"Oh, God!"

"That is more like it."