Hard Limits(16)

"I see," he said, a smile on his lips. "Why did you take the scarf off for me before your parents saw it?"

Her intention had been to bare her throat for her parents, as she always did, but standing on the porch, she'd suddenly changed her mind. "I wanted to test you. See your reaction without anybody around distracting my attention."

"You wanted to shock me."

Maybe. Probably. But most importantly, she couldn't let Nico walk unprepared into an unknown situation. Not fair to him. And then it dawned on her. "You didn't even blink when you saw my throat. You already knew, didn't you?"

He nodded. "I always run a background check on the people I might need information from. I've known since before Rosita's."

"Of course you have." Everyone avoided glancing at her throat or acknowledging her scar in any way. They averted their eyes. Got flustered. Some even stammered, for Christ's sake. Not Nico.

She looked at him, her gaze lowering to the mother of all erections he was sporting. "What did that, the metal or the pearls?"

He smirked. Man, he was so damn handsome when he relaxed.

"Honestly? I don't know. Both, I think," he admitted ruefully, walking behind her and staring at her mirrored reflection. "You are not this hardcore Goth girl, but you aren't a goody-two-shoes rich kid either. You used that scar as a shield tonight, throwing it in their faces, making them feel uncomfortable. The same way you use your piercings and collar with other people. All shields. All mirrors and layers."

She was extremely bothered by how easily he read her.

"You're trying to get back at them. Why?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about that."

He stared at her, challenging. "You don't want to talk? What do you want to do, then?"

"I don't know." She pressed against his erection. "What do you suggest?"

He grabbed her by the waist and turned her to her right, toward a full-body mirror. "I have many suggestions, but I need the words."

"I want you to fuck me."

"You got it, babe."

She couldn't have stifled the snort even if she would have wanted to. Which she didn't. "Stick to Goth girl, Escobar. I'm nobody's babe."

"No, you most definitely are not."

He lifted her skirt until it bunched around her waist, the top of her stockings and her black thong visible. She wasn't sure how, but with a flick of his wrist, her underwear was dangling around her left ankle. A shudder spread over her body. What a smooth operator.

With his thigh, he spread her legs wider. His gaze never leaving the mirror, Nico trailed his finger between her ass cheeks and under to her labia. "Bare pussy."

She went for nonchalant. "Of course. Having kitty rings and a bush is like painting your lips red and not waxing the mustache. Not to mention the unpleasantness of getting hairs stuck on the piercings. Big, big ouch."

Nico looked at her and melted into laughter.

"What?"

He shook his head, his face on her shoulder. "This is a first for me."

"Your first bare pussy? Really? Russian girls and cartel groupies aren't into Brazilian wax?"

"I mean this is the first time I'm laughing my head off while my cock is so hard I could hammer nails with it."

"Is that a compliment or are you insulting me?" Because, honest to God, she couldn't tell.

"A compliment, Goth girl," he whispered in her ear, sliding his finger deeper into her. "A motherfucking big one."




 

 

"Oh, well, thanks?" she said, trying not to whimper.

"Not that I'm complaining, because just the sight of it makes me so fucking hard I can't think, but why pierce your pussy?"

She shrugged. "Self-affirmation, I guess. I might choose to let a man fuck me, but in no way do I need him to get off."

He smirked. "I see."

He might have taken her words as a dare. What the guy knew how to do with a finger should have been illegal. Heck, it probably was, because soon she was dripping wet and moaning and pushing herself against him.

"You going to fuck me anytime soon?" Watching him in the mirror as he pleasured her was exhilarating, adding to the sensory overload so much, she was in serious risk of melting in his arms right there, under his smug stare.

Nico tsk-tsked, amused. "Always in a hurry. Condoms?"

She pointed at the vanity. "In my bag."

He grabbed it and rummaged inside. "What exactly is this?"

It was a studded, spiky condom.

"You going to believe me if I tell you it's Halloween candy?"

His face said it all.

"All right, all right. It's a little novelty to make things interesting. Most men do try hard, but their … performances tend to fall short."