"That's my ass," she said, her voice husky while she rocked her hips against his, trying to get him to speed up the rhythm.
"Sure is. Fucking sweet and tight. Damn responsive too."
"Just so you know-whatever you do to me, I'll do to you," she answered boldly, looking straight into his eyes.
"Does that work both ways? Does that mean I'll get to be on top too?"
She froze at his questions, but almost immediately a cocky smile appeared on her beautiful face, covering her reaction. Too bad when you had your dick deep inside someone, hiding visceral reactions wasn't an option.
"On second thought, I won't sodomize your ass. Yet. I said shut up and get on with it." She fisted his hair and kissed him savagely, using her tongue and teeth, her insides clamping around him, sending his body into overdrive and robbing him of his last shred of control.
Fuck. Checkmate.
He grabbed her by her hips and began thrusting into her with bruising force, impaling her to the hilt. Slamming against her clit.
"About time, Escobar," she said, her voice hoarse, her erect, pierced nipples rasping against his chest with every ragged breath. Challenging him, giving him attitude, even though she was shaking, her pussy ready to explode.
He was in full sensory overload, his synapses firing all at once, the tide growing bigger and bigger by the second. Unstoppable. Undeniable. "Coming," he warned in a growl, plunging inside her and letting go.
She was right there with him, her body locked in a strong contraction.
They came together, arms tight around each other.
It took an eternity for Nico to make it back from that high. "I'm in," he whispered against her lips.
She squeezed her pussy. "Really? No shit, Sherlock."
He chuckled softly. His woman couldn't stop throwing attitude his way. "I mean if you want to do this … us. I'm in."
"So I have an option? Because from where I'm standing … sitting … it doesn't feel like it." Before he could answer, she pushed on. "I haven't let anyone inside me bareback since-"
Nico placed his finger against her lips. "You don't talk about other men when you're with me. I would never hurt you. Drive you insane with need, probably. Test your boundaries, too. Piss you off to no end, you can bet your sweet ass. But I would never hurt you. Ever. Do you believe me?" He needed her to believe him. So fucking badly.
After what felt like a century to him, she nodded. Relief flooded him. Look at him. He could play power games all he wanted, throw his weight around and force her to take his cock without protection, but at the end of the day, Paige was the one with all the power.
"You said you've kept an eye on me and I haven't been with anyone. What if I'd been with someone else?"
"Aside from me going mad from jealousy? I'd be where I am now, deep inside you, demanding exclusivity."
"Instead of what you're doing now, which is what? Politely requesting it?"
"You know it goes both ways, right, Goth girl? The exclusivity, I mean."
"You're offering it to me?"
He cupped her face. "You have it. You're the only one I get hard for."
"You better. Appearances can be deceiving. I'm actually a rather traditional gal."
She pulled off his cock and moved to dismount him, but he stopped her, not ready to lose her warm embrace. "Don't."
"I'm dripping cum. I'll get you all wet and sticky," she complained.
"Don't care." He leaned back on the bed, taking her with him.
She went willingly. "I don't share, Nico. That woman at the hotel … "
Time to come clean. "Carmela. She's the key person in the sex trafficking. When you saw us, we were coming from a meeting that had been cut short."
"Why are you so set on dismantling this cartel?"
He took a deep breath. "My grandmother lives in Russia, in Saint Petersburg. She's the only family I've got. My father was a seventeen-year-old kid who joined the army, trying to support his young family. He came home in a casket before I was born. My mom answered an ad for an international nanny. She thought she was going to look after some rich family's kids. Run in the Alps, singing. Too much Sound of Music, I guess. Instead, she was snatched by a sex-trafficking ring, and we never heard from her again."
Paige had gone totally still, her rosy face white now. He forged ahead, uncomfortable. "She was twenty-six, a bit old for what the traffickers prefer, but she was extremely beautiful and she looked younger. I was ten at the time, and she was told she could take me with her."
The hand she had on his chest jerked as the meaning of his words sank in. Her expression was aghast.
"My grandmother didn't allow it. I didn't know it at the time, but I escaped a pretty horrible destiny by a split hair." He stared at the ceiling, unable to meet her gaze. "My mother said that once she was settled, she would come fetch me. She never did. I was angry. Thought she was having too much fun to come for me. Later on, I went searching for her and discovered the truth."