Page 78 of Covert Desires

When I finally open my eyes again, I find Nico looking at me with such intensity, such adoration, that it nearly overwhelms me.

I’ll never get tired of seeing that look.

He doesn't just want me. Heneedsme.

Oh god, I love being desired.

There is no greater feeling than having a powerful man worship every inch of your body, your existence.

I thought those years had passed.

But not in Nico's eyes.

In his gorgeous blue eyes, I am a Goddess.

And I never want to be anything less again.

For the first time in my entire life, I know what it means to be someone’s world. I never had family, long-term partners, friends...

But now I have all those things and more. All wrapped in the body of a tattooed brat with a glorious, pierced cock. A tattooed brat who happens to be Don of the Ricci family. THE Ricci family.

Yeah, I know. They're cunts.

But not Nico.

Nico is different.

Nico ismine.

And together, we're unstoppable.

Basking in the moment, I just hold Nico as we lie there, each drifting in our own thoughts.

“What’s your beef with my surname?” I ask eventually.

“I think KiahRiccisounds better,” Nico answers nonchalantly, a hint of mischief on his lips.

I burst out laughing, hitting him with a pillow. “Slow down, cowboy…I’m not taking anyone’s surname.”

Nico winks at me. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing.”

“Isn’t teasing supposed to be my job?” I cock my head to the side, getting lost in that stormy gaze I want to spend the rest of my life exploring.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Nico says with a big grin.

“Don’t you start with that,” I threaten with mock sternness, “You know how that gets me worked up.”

“Hmm. Yes…Ma’am.”

Quick as lighting, I jump on top of him, pinning him between my thighs. “You little brat!”

“You mean,yourbrat?” My dark and broody boy tries to pull his best innocent-looking face, failing so miserably that we both burst out laughing.

Straddling him, I shake my head as his unmistakable erection presses against my skin.

I tug sharply at his collar, pulling his face toward me as I cut off his breath, “Mybrat. All mine. And don’t you ever forget it, Don Ricci.”

Threading my fingers through his chest hair, I lean down to kiss the small clover-shaped birthmark on his collarbone, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

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