GENEVA

A thread of fire raced up my arm when Nico took my hand to help me out of the limo. He had done that a million times before, but he always made me sick before.


Now, I could hardly keep still. That moment in the limo changed everything between us. Everything he ever said or did to me and with me led to this moment.

He called me a slut. Goddamn, that turned me on so much! Having one of the other guys call me a slut was one thing. I could even think it about myself.

He somehow made it so much hotter. The way he talked to me, the way he pushed me away—I couldn't stand it. He made me touch myself, and he made me stop touching myself. He made me show him how much I wanted him, and then he pushed me away.


He didn't hide how much it turned him on. His cock felt so fucking amazing all tight and pounding hard inside his pants. He didn't hate me. He told me himself that he was just jealous of the other guys because he thought I wouldn't give him the same consideration.

Now, I found out he really did want me. I never realized I wanted him… probably because I didn't. I hated him—until today.


Could all that rough talk really make me this hot? I had to work hard to get my head screwed on straight when he guided me to the elevator up to the mall.

I stood next to him in the elevator, but I couldn't stop thinking about doing it all again. Would he ever do it with me, or would he just keep teasing me and turning me on to drive me out of my mind?

Not knowing made it somehow so, so, so much hotter. I didn't know even now if he would ever go through with it. He told me I didn't deserve him, but that was just part of the game. Wasn't it?

He also threatened to spank my bare ass right there in the limo if I didn't behave. Holy fuck, I never heard anything so hot in my life! Would he really? Of course he would. I didn't put anything past him.

Just thinking about the things he said made me want to cum right there in the elevator, but he didn't act like anything was out of the ordinary. He faced front and didn't look at me once.

The doors opened, and we exited on the main mall floor. People streamed everywhere with patrons going in and out of stores, cafés, and checking out all the stuff for sale.

Nico stayed by my side all the time, but I couldn't help looking around. He had planted security people somewhere in this crowd. They would be shadowing us everywhere, but I would never know who they were unless something went wrong.

None of them knew what just happened in the limo. No one would ever find out just how depraved I got… with him.

None of the other three men would ever have been able to take me to such a twisted, dirty, and powerful place so fast. None of them would ever dream of denying me what I wanted.

He pretended we were just out and about as client and bodyguard. He didn't do anything he didn't do every other day of the week, but his powerful presence infected my mind as never before.

He could bend me to that place with a word, maybe even with just a look. If he so much as looked at me, I didn't trust myself not to cum right in front of him.

Then those words came back to me.You don't touch yourself unless I say. You don't cum unless I say.

Could he really control me so deeply? He stopped me from touching myself. He wouldn't let me go there until he was ready.

That alone made me crumble in his hands. I was his if he just said the word. Those words got into my mind and heart. They commanded my body to obey him. Could a man really do that to me?

'Where do you want to go?" he asked.

I jumped out of my skin and spun around. 'Huh?"

'Where are we going?" He cocked his head to study me, and the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 'You okay?"

I nodded and looked away, but I wasn't okay. I wasn't okay by a thousand miles.

'What did you want to buy?" he asked.

'Um… I was thinking…" I veered toward Victoria's Secret.

I didn't realize until I actually got into the store just how dangerous it was for me to go to that store, out of all the others in the mall, with him around. Then again, I didn't think when I left the house this morning that going with him would turn into this.

I went over to the underwear and changed my mind. Then I went over to the bras and immediately had to walk away. Everywhere I looked, my turmoil confronted me.

I saw myself in every piece of lingerie, every satin teddy, every pair of panties. Was he seeing the same thing? I couldn't look at him to check his expression. I didn't dare.

He stood off at a safe distance. He didn't hover, but he never let me out of his sight.

I finally gave it up and left. I had to find a store that didn't bring up so many sexual connotations. I went over to a clothing store instead.

I rifled through the racks and picked up a few casual dresses. Nico went back to hovering at a distance. He pretended to look at everything but me. Did he plan to just wipe the whole experience from his memory and forget it ever happened?

If he did, I better do the same thing. Maybe it was just a fluke and he would never repeat it.

That helped me get back to reality, and I took my selections to the changing area. I didn't think anything about it when he followed me.

I went into the stall and hung up my things. I started to pull the door shut when he darted in behind me and locked it.

He turned around, and his burning blue eyes drilled to my soul. I felt myself starting to shake. Was he going to do it right now?

He grabbed me and spun me away from him. He pulled me against him and then pushed me forward to smash me into the wall. Every rough, controlling thing he did set me off all over again.

He crushed my breast in one hand and stabbed the other between my legs. He let go of my breast and scooped up my neck. He held me in his powerful arms while he pulled up my skirt and started rubbing my dripping pussy.

'You remember what I said," he hissed in my ear. 'You don't cum until I say so. Understand?"

I moaned in agony as the waves of blissful desire spread through me. He turned me on so much that I ached to cum, but I couldn't. No matter how hard and fast he fingered me, I couldn't go against those terrible words. My body obeyed him even if I didn't want to.

'Be quiet!" he snarled. 'Don't you make a sound! You might want to slut around with Charles in the woods where everyone can see you, but you keep it to yourself here. Understand? Don't make a sound, or I'll never let you cum at all."

I swallowed another pitiful moan of delicious ecstasy. He concentrated tiny, wicked circles on my clit and drove me wild through my panties. He hadn't even touched me yet, but he was already taking over my mind in ways I could never imagine.

'Whose slut are you?" he whispered. 'Who makes you so hot you can't control yourself?"

I opened my mouth to answer and then remembered what he said. I couldn't make a sound. How did this happen? How did he take control of my very being with just a few words?

'That's right," he hissed. 'You're my slut, aren't you? You remember who controls you. This pussy is mine. I say when you cum. I say when you bend over and take it like a little bitch."

I gulped down rising madness. I needed him so fucking bad. He didn't shy away from letting me know how fucking hard he was, either. He crammed his pulsing rod into my ass and ground me against the wall with every vicious word.

Lightning quick, he pulled back and thrust his hand down into my soaking wet panties. His fingers vanished in a sea of wetness, and then they stabbed inside me all the way to the knuckle.

'What a hot, wet little slut you are!" he whispered. 'You want my cock fucking that pussy, don't you? You want to feel me pounding this ass and you gushing your cum all over my cock. That's how much of a slut you are. You want to cum for me, don't you?"

I couldn't speak, so I just gasped in broken agony. Was this all he ever planned to do to me?

He pulled off and spun me around to face him. He took his hands off me and grabbed his belt. 'Get on your knees, slut."

His eyes made me tremble. I couldn't look at him, but when he yanked his belt open and started on his fly, I knew exactly what I had to do.

I dropped on my knees in front of him, and he unzipped his pants. He pushed his briefs down, and his massive slab of a cock fell out in front of my face.

I gulped again when I saw how big it was. It was thick and powerful and unbelievably hot, just like the rest of him.

He grabbed me by the hair and steered it toward my mouth. My lips fell open in such blessed relief that he was finally letting me touch him.

He glided into my mouth, and his breath hissed in his nostrils. I would have sucked him much deeper and faster, but he held onto my head and controlled the rhythm.

He slid in nice and slow and pulled back only a few inches deep. His cock filled my mouth to bursting. That thick, throbbing feeling of fullness took over my mind and being. He took over in new and impossible ways.

He stroked in my mouth, and emotion flooded me. I was a slut on my knees before him. He towered over me, so strong and powerful and unbelievably masculine. He was like some kind of god holding my life in his hand.

I relaxed into his hold over me. I didn't care anymore if what he said somehow degraded me or made me seem like less. He could never make me less by giving me his body. I would do anything for him. I would do so much more than suck him.

He finally dragged me off him, but he didn't release me. He twisted my head up, so I had no choice but to look into his smoldering black eyes.

He bent down and started kissing me. He started hard and cruel and demanding like he kissed in the limo, but a second later, he softened up. His lips became gentle and searching and sensual in ways I never could have imagined.

He eased off just a little bit more, and I opened my eyes for the moment when he stopped kissing me.

He had his eyes open too, and he didn't stop. He kept kissing me in those luscious, searching, everlasting kisses while his eyes explored my soul. My heart ached with emotion that only got more excruciating when he straightened up, still holding me on my knees in front of him.

He raised his other hand and stroked his thick, rough fingers down my cheek while he owned me with his eyes. His eyes refused to release me, and my throat constricted with so much emotion I thought I might start crying.

How could a man looking at me like this make me want to worship him and serve him and give him everything so much?

Nico was a bruiser, a hard, cruel, violent mobster. He was everything I hated about the mob… or so I thought until just a few minutes ago.

Those eyes… Those eyes communicated so much depth of feeling I never let myself see before. He possessed something so priceless and untapped in that big, hard, unyielding body of his. How could I have spent nearly every day with him without realizing who and what he really was?

He gave me one more kiss and let go of my hair. 'Stand up."