Nico

I gazed out the window, straining to spot the other security vehicles flanking the limo as we headed downtown. Allowing Geneva to leave the safety of the house to go shopping in a public place seemed like the most reckless idea ever conceived, but I couldn't argue with Levi's reasoning.


She had been getting increasingly restless at home, that much was clear. The more security we deployed to protect her, the more on edge she became.

A motorcycle suddenly zoomed out of traffic, streaked past us, and disappeared ahead of the limo. Geneva leaned forward in her seat, trying to get a closer look out the window. "Is that Johnny Di Paolo? I didn't know he was coming..."

Instinctively, I reached out and blocked her from getting near the window, gently pushing her back into her seat. "Sit down and be quiet! Do you want to get shot through the window?"


She rounded on me in a rage. 'Get your fucking hands off me! How dare you?"

'Keep your hair on. You're putting yourself in enough danger with this stupid trip. Don't make it worse by throwing yourself in front of a gun."


She flung herself back in the seat, crossed her arms, and turned to the other window. 'You're as rude as you ever were. I never should have tried to be nice to you. You're a bastard. I hope the next time someone tries to shoot me or break into my room, they hit you instead. Maybe then I could get a bodyguard who knows how to behave like a human being."

I didn't look at her. I shouldn't have manhandled her like that, but the last few days did absolutely nothing to improve my mood.

'Now who's being a bastard?" I snarled. 'Don't waste your time being nice to me when you're banging three other guys right in front of me. You can suck their cocks if you want someone to be nice to you. Don't come crawling to me for it."

She whipped around with a shocked gasp, but I didn't even look at her. Let her take that to the bank. Maybe then she would finally realize the position she put me in. 'What the hell are you talking about?"

'Don't play innocent. Do you think I could guard you day and night without seeing and hearing everything you do? You really got your bread buttered on the right side, don't you? You can play the cock-tease all you want with them, and leave me out of it."

I glanced at her just long enough to see her gaping at me with her mouth open. Then I turned back to the window.

There. I said it. Now she knew I saw and heard her getting nailed and skewered and boned to the end of the world by all three of those guys. She even boned Levi Evangelista, her father's best friend.

I didn't tell her how much it turned me on to hear her yelping on Levi's desk or gasping in her bedroom when no one knew Ryder was sneaking in through the window.

And then there were all those late-night walks she took with Charles. They kept it in the dark, but I would have to be in a coma not to realize what they were doing.

Fuck, she looked incredible taking it like a little bitch in the woods. She glowed in ways she never did in everyday life. She moved that tight little body like nobody's business, and she loved it.

Thinking that made me want to gouge my own eyes out. She would never look like that for me. She would never gasp and arch her back for me. She would never take me deep and hard or let me spank that ass the way she did with the other three.

That was the worst of it. She gave them everything and held nothing back. All I got to do was watch and ache for her.

Each of them had the power to become a don in their own right. Charles and Ryderwouldbecome dons, and Levi was one smile away from becomingherdon.

'I'm sorry," she finally said. 'I didn't realize you had to… I mean, I should have been more careful."

'You should have been more careful not to be such a filthy slut," I growled. 'What the fuck do you care what I think? You probably liked shoving my face in it now that you know…"

I broke off and didn't say it. I shouldn't even be talking to her. I should have pretended she wasn't even there except to guard her. That was my job, but I couldn't help resenting it—resenting her.

She snorted under her breath and turned back to the other window. The sound attracted my attention just enough to glance at her. I couldn't see her expression, but just looking at her flipped a switch in my mind.

'I'm sorry," I muttered. 'I shouldn't have said that. Just… don't talk to me at all. I'm not worth it."

She rotated around to face me, but I couldn't stand looking into her eyes. I couldn't stomach thinking she might actually care.

'You better watch your mouth from now on," she hissed. 'I could never give a shit about a piece of gutter trash like you. Just do your fucking job or I'll get you packed off to the West Coast. Don't think I can't do it with a few words to Levi about the way you've been acting around me, so you better watch yourself."

She jerked over to the window and went back to glaring through it. Those words stung, but she was right. I'd been way out of my depth with her for a long time.

She was a don's daughter and about to become a don's wife. She did me a Genevant favor by not reporting me to Levi a long time ago. Levi only trusted me and kept me in this job because Geneva didn't rat me out.

He'd be the first to kick my ass into next week if he knew half the shit I said to her. I scrambled to come up with some way to make it up to her.

I cleared my throat with difficulty and forced myself to face her. 'So… which one of them do you think you'll marry?"

She shrugged. 'Maybe none of them."

'You have to marry one of them! That's the whole point, isn't it?"

She turned away from the window. My change in tone must have worked because her expression softened. 'I don't know. I don't think I can choose. I'm starting to want to keep them all."

Now it was my turn to gasp. 'You filthy little slut! What a tramp you are! Do they know? Do they know you're slutting around with all of them at the same time?"

She burst into a smile that made my insides clench. Her eyes flicked with fire I had never seen before. Her lips parted, and her cheeks flushed.

My world tipped on its axis as the truth hit me. She was getting excited thinking about it. She liked being a slut… and she liked me calling her one.

'They don't know. I couldn't tell them. I just…" She dipped her eyelashes and turned even pinker. 'I don't seem to be able to stop myself. I'm…"

'A slut?" I persisted. 'Is that what you are? You like being a slut fucking every guy that sticks his tongue out at you?"

She looked up, and those eyes locked on me. Her gaze bleared with drunken ecstasy. Thinking of herself as a slut was really turning her on.

I could hardly believe it. She was really responding to me talking dirty to her like this.

Adrenaline started pumping through my veins. I was turning her on without even touching her. Could she respond to me the way she responded to them—or maybe even more?

She gulped, glanced away, and then scooted to the edge of the seat. She leaned across it and rested one hand on my knee. 'Would you like it if I was a slut, Nico?"

'Sit down," I ordered. 'Don't fuck with me."

She only smiled. It was the most seductive smile imaginable. She slid her hand higher up my thigh, and scorching blood rushed to my crotch against my best efforts to keep myself under control.

'Do you like thinking of me as a slut? Did you like watching them fuck me? Did you like listening to me scream and thinking about them pounding me and making me cum?"

'You're a slut, all right. You better sit down before I yank down your panties and spank your bare ass right here in the limo."

Her eyelashes dipped even more deliciously. Her hair spilled forward, and she slid the rest of the way off the seat. She sank down on her knees between my feet and squeezed both my thighs. 'Do you want me, Nico?"

'Shut up before I teach you a lesson. You're too much of a slut for your own good."

She only smiled and glided her hands all the way up to my hips. She made me so fucking hard I couldn't even think about pushing her away.

Talking to her like this obviously set her off in incredible ways. Looking at her down there between my knees drove me out of my mind. She wanted me! She wanted me talking dirty to her and being harsh with her and calling her a filthy little tramp.

She lowered her head between my legs and rubbed her mouth up the inseam of my pants. Fucking hell, she looked so damn hot doing that! I throbbed to be in her mouth right now.

She kept kneading and massaging my thighs while she worked her mouth higher toward my cock. She bit into my leg but just enough to make me feel her teeth. 'Use me, Nico," she breathed. 'Use my mouth the way you want to."

I reacted on pure adrenaline and seized her by the hair. I yanked her head back hard. 'You want me to use your mouth like the slut you are? Is that what you want? You want me to make you my filthy bitch slut?"

She gasped, and her face transformed into something close to orgasmic rapture. 'Nico… Please, fuck me! I need you…" Her eyes dragged toward my cock, and her mouth sagged open in a ragged moan.

'You bitch!" I leaned forward like I was going to kiss her, but I stopped myself in time. Teasing her and talking to her this way gave me such a rush of power that I didn't want to break the spell. 'You wish I would let you suck my cock, don't you? You wish I would spank that ass and teach you what a slut you are."

She yelped and then groaned in an agony of anticipation and pleasure. I threw her away and leaned back in the seat. I spread my legs wider so she could see how hard she made me.

'Show me, you little bitch! Show me what a slut you are."

She buried her face in my crotch, nuzzling and biting me through my pants. She squeezed my thighs and hips, but when she started to pull my belt open, I yanked her hand away.

'No!" I snapped. I picked her up by the armpits and put her back in her seat. 'Sit down, and behave yourself. You're too hot for your own good."

I pretended to go back to looking out the window, but I was going crazy inside. Fuck, she was hot! She was already fucking three guys, but she still wanted more.

She ate it up when I acted harsh and stern with her. She loved me talking dirty to her and keeping her in her place. She probably would love for me to bend her over my knee and spank the shit out of her right now.

The thought made me throb even harder. Would I ever get another chance?

'Nico…" she breathed.

That voice weaseled into my brain. She wanted me. She wanted everything I could do to her. She wanted me to make her my slut. Should I? Should I let go of the iron control I kept on myself—just once?

'Nico…" Her voice spiked into a moan of broken desire. 'I need you! Please… I need you."

'You don't deserve me." I looked over at her, and my resolve crumbled.

She sat in her seat with her eyes clamped shut. Her features twisted in a struggle to keep herself under control. She must be going out of her mind.

'Show me," I ordered. 'Show me how much you need me."

Her eyes snapped open in surprise, but as soon as she saw me looking at her, she changed again. She exploded in volcanic sexual power.

She wedged herself farther down the seat and raked her fingernails up her legs to pull up her skirt. She spread her legs, still holding my gaze in a smoldering torrent of unstoppable, insatiable desire.

Her lips parted in a broken gasp, and she started panting hard between bared teeth. She seethed in barely controlled insanity.

She tugged her skirt over her hips and spread her legs to reveal her panties. She was wearing a lacy white thong already saturated with her wetness.

She started rubbing herself right in front of me, and her breathing became even more strained and rapid. Her wild eyes never left mine, but they glazed over with so much furious madness that I wasn't sure anymore if she could even see me.

She crushed one breast through her blazer and squealed in agony. She writhed on the seat, rubbing herself to a raging climax.

'Nico…" she rasped.

'That's right, you little slut," I hissed. 'You know you need me."

'Nico…" she croaked. 'Please…"

'You don't cum until I tell you to. Understand?"

She snapped out of her trance just enough to register what I said. 'Nico… Please, I need… you…"

'No," I snapped. 'Stop touching yourself. Pull your skirt down, and sit up."

She didn't respond right away. She was too far gone, and she kept going.

I lunged forward and tore her hand away. I hooked my hands under her armpits, slammed her down in a sitting position, and pulled her skirt back into place. 'I said no. You don't touch yourself unless I say. You don't cum unless I say. Understand?"

She blinked at me, still too lost in her own pleasure to think straight.

I resumed my position and went back to looking out the window. The security cars were still in position. Johnny Di Paolo was still making a circuit around the limo. He rode forward in front and then dropped back, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.

Just then, the limo turned off into the underground parking garage at the Westfield World Trade Center Mall.

I pushed the door open, but before I got out, I grabbed Geneva again. I slipped my fingers into her hair, clenched my fist, and crushed her lips under my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss with plenty of tongue.

She melted in my grasp so beautifully that I almost couldn't stand it. She accepted my tongue, and her breath caught with a groan of ecstasy.

I pushed her back long before she was finished—and long before I was finished. Her face swam with aching desire. She really wanted more.

I held her gaze and then pushed her away with a low growl. 'You behave yourself in there or you won't be able to sit down for a week."