❝ get used to it ❞
━ FARRAH ━
"So, what role do you play?"
Nico had disappeared, leaving me in the living room with his intimidating brother. Angel sharpens a knife on the other seat, eyes focused on me.
"Your brother is a Don. Your other brothers do... other things. What do you do?" I am in no way in complete acceptance of what I'd learned last night — only partial acceptance, but if doesn't hurt to learn more.
He blinks. "I am what you Americans call a hitman." I choke on my tea. "I get intel on men who haven't paid their debts, often from Adriano — the accountant in the family business — and I seek them out with the intention of either getting our money or —" He flips the knife in his grip and grins sadisticly. "Stab them in their throats."
"Oh." My voice is quiet, "Okay."
An awkward silence passes between us — at least it was awkward for me. Angel just keeps sharpening his knife, unbothered. Until he asks, "Have you ever shot a gun, principessa?"
My eyes widen and I rest the mug on the table, "Okay, I'm going to go find Nico."
He chuckles and leans back in his seat, "Farrah." He captures my attention, "This is your world now. My brother is optimistic that you don't have to get used to it, but you do."
My tongue pokes against the inside of my cheek as I bow my head, the sarcastic words leaving my tongue, "Noted."
With that, I make my leave down the hallway to an open door, the sound of a running shower drawing me to it. Of course it could only be the one person I'm looking to run away to.
Part of me screams to leave him alone and try to come to terms with what's happening in this space. The other part, however, craves to be beside him and ask him more questions — if my mind can even handle it.
I enter the room and scan the decorations. Not surprisingly, the aura is dark, an inscened candle burning something woody in the corner. The floor to ceiling wall of windows shows a good view of the Chicago skyline.
Above the bed is a mirror on the ceiling and my jaw drops. I'm left in awe at the sight before I turn to the second open door where the sound of the shower invades the room. Even as I step closer, I can feel the steam from the hot water.
I lean my shoulder against the door jamb and take in the beautiful sight in front of me. Domenico stands under the shower, his muscular, tattooed back and plump ass bare to me.
I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, my eyes narrowing in interest. He's so... enticing. Everything about him screams sex and big dick energy.
Especially when he turns and his sex swings to greet me.
Oh wow.
He matches a good length of his thighs and mine clench together at the sight and the thought of what he could do to me.
"You gonna just stand there or are you going to join me, amore?"
Closing the door behind me, I try not to chicken out at the feeling of his eyes being stuck on me. Without another word, I step forward, removing each piece of clothing from my body.
When I become naked before him, he slides the shower door open and takes my hand into his. I step in front of him, my chest inches away from his.
"You come in here for more questions or for me to fuck you senseless?" His forward words have butterflies huddling in my belly like a team of football players ready to go on the field. "Or both?"
I blink up at him through my lashes as I try not to pass out in his arms, "Just a couple more questions, Nico." I pause. "Does Scott know?"
He nods, "Yes."
"Does Faith know?"
He shakes his head.
"If you told me, then why hasn't he told her?"
"Because Scott doesn't have enemies." The finality in his tone makes me clench my thighs. He catches this. One hand slides up my body to my breast, the other using my hand that he took earlier to slide down his pelvis and brush the tips of my fingers over his trimmed hair. "Can I fuck you now?" His tongue lifts to the roof of his mouth as he watches me carefully.
I can't help the smile that grows on my face, "You're eager, aren't you?"
His head dips into the crook of my neck and he runs his tongue along my skin, "For you? Always." He pinches my nipple and moves to cup my womanhood, "I want to feel you, dolcezza. I want my dick so deep in this cunt that everytime you walk, you think of how full I made you feel. I want to be rough with you, Farrah. Let me be rough with you."
I shudder. My spine shivers. My core aches. My mind is flustered.
I push myself up on my toes, my hand now gripping his dick despite my fingers not being able to wrap all the way around him. I brush my lips against his soft ones. "Then be rough with me. Feel me."
And feel me he does. He grabs my face and holds my head against the shower wall. His lips capture mine in their mission to render me helpless and I almost crumble. If it wasn't for his other arm now being wrapped around me, I would've folded right here.
His tongue roams every inch of my mouth in a kiss so nasty, I almost came from it.
"Tell me you want to be with me." He says in the midst of the heat.
I moan as he pulls me closer, my breasts pressed against him in a way that pleasure overtook the pain from the pressure.
"What?" I question against his lips.
He pulls away, drawing my bottom lip with him, "Tell me you want this. Us. Me and my crazy, fucked up world and whatever becomes of us."
Whatever becomes of us. My mind is hazy but that doesn't stop the clarity that comes with my thoughts and words, "I want you, Domenico. You and your crazy, fucked up world."
With that, he lifts me into his arms, forcing me to wrap my legs around his high waist. He runs his leaking tip along my dripping folds and without warning, enters me, a sharp gasp escaping me in the process.
"Fuck," I moan softly as he slowly inches into me. There's a burning sensation as he stretches me but I wouldn't change it for anything. It's strengthening, erotic, exhilarating.
He holds his head up high and moans into my ear, "How'd you get so wet so fast, huh? Did peeking at my dick turn you on, dolcezza?"
I nod hastily, my head falling back onto the wall as Domenico tries to acclimate my hole to his weapon of assault. That might as well be what it's called.
"Let me hear you." He says, "Every room in this place is soundproof."
Of course it is.
Before a second thought can come to mind, Nico slips into me completely and an exclamation of, "Shit!" slips out and my hand reaches out to grab hold of something... anything, even though what I reached for was just the flat tiled wall.
True to his words, he fucks me, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust and tears almost leave my eyes at the feeling. Screams and moans of pleasure fill the steamy room and I have to keep myself from coming right then and there.
I need to, at least, act like I've had sex recently. It's only been not even three minutes of him fucking up into me.
"Fuck, Nico!" The words leave me when he grips my ass cheeks with iron grips and moves my hips for me, using the wall behind me as leverage. With his height advantage, he makes me feel like a ragdoll — someone he can just throw around.
Not that I'd be opposed.
My orgasm washes over me before anything can even register for me. I don't even have ample time to warn Domenico but he doesn't seem too mad about it. If anything, he looks satisfied and proud with how quickly I came.
My body shakes and my eyes roll into the back of my head. He doesn't stop.
He takes this opportunity to pound into me to the point that I can hear his skin clapping against mine, the water between us amplifying the sound. The pleasure that rushes through me — my previous and still on-going orgasm mixed with a sensitive clit that Nico rubs with his thumb — is peaked by his vocal moans and warning of his own orgasm.
Out of everything, this is what pushes me to grab hold of his hand that touches my clit while my body spasms in his hold. The orgasm is immaculate.
He pulls out, pumping himself until spurts of cum land on my pelvis. Our chests heave, his forehead falling against mine. He holds me to his body, hands rubbing my back and down to my legs that managed to stay wrapped around him.
"There you go..." He whispers with reassurance as I twitch against him, "You're okay, amore mio. I got you." Moments pass, and just when I thought he was done, his next words make me laugh, "What do you want for dinner tonight?"
idek what's happening in this book anymore 😭
and yes it's 3 in the morning so don't kill me for any mistakes 🥺