Corrupt Knight: A Dark Mafia Romance (Corrupt Trilogy Book 1), page 23
He’s here though. I know he is.
My eyes land on a woman sitting alone at the bar in a sequin-covered silver dress and a pair of red-soled shoes. Her hair is immaculately styled, and despite being unable to see her face, I just know she’s perfect.
I may have put plenty of effort into my appearance tonight, mostly to waste time, but I can’t help feeling like I don’t fit in.
I might be wrapped in a designer dress like the rest of the patrons, but this isn’t me.
Tiny portions of fancy—albeit incredible—food really isn’t me.
Noticing my attention, the woman glances over her shoulder, but her eyes never actually find me. Instead, they find the man I’ve left behind.
Fine by me.
The thought of escaping out of the back door of this place and leaving them to it flickers through my mind as I continue forward, and I can’t deny that I’m more excited about the prospect of running away right now than I was coming here in the first place.
With my sight set on the ladies’, I push thoughts of everyone else around me aside and focus on just a few minutes of alone time so I can try to figure out my next move.
Brad wants more from me tonight, he’s made that more than obvious. But I really, really don’t want to invite him back to my flat or let him lead me into a fancy hotel room to act out whatever fantasies are floating around his head right now.
Pushing into the ladies’, I find it gloriously empty. It’s huge and totally over the top with deep purple flocked wallpaper and smaller versions of the plants that fill the main restaurant. There’s even a fucking chaise longue. Who the hell wants to hang out in the toilets longer than necessary, even if said toilets are this fancy?
A woman content on hiding from her date…
My phone buzzes once more on the small shelf behind the toilet as I go about my business. The sound makes my heart jump into my throat.
It’s him. I know it’s him.
He’ll have seen me walk in here…
Maybe this was a bad idea.
I finish up with trembling hands, thoughts of everything that happened between us Wednesday in that library as clear in my mind as if they happened only hours ago.
Much to my relief, the main area is still empty when I emerge and walk toward the sinks. I wash and dry my hands before reluctantly pulling my phone out, but I don’t get a chance to see who it is because movement in the mirror before me forces my head up, and when my eyes focus, I find a dark, angry pair staring back at me as he emerges from the other stall I hadn’t even realised was occupied.
He moves silently, like a ghost in the night, closing the space between us and making my heart rate spike to the point I wonder if I’m about to pass out.
“W-what are you doing?” I breathe when he’s almost in touching distance.
“I could ask you the same question, Siren.” His deep voice hits a place deep inside me that Brad has come nowhere near touching tonight with his dreary stories. My lower stomach clenches in desire, reminding me of everything I felt while watching those videos.
Placing my phone on the side, my fingers curl around the marble counter before me, my nails bending under the force of my grip. But while I’m locked in his heated stare, there’s nothing more I can do.
I can’t move. I can’t think. Well, not with any other part of my body than my slutty pussy.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“And you shouldn’t be here with another man,” he throws back instantly.
My chest heaves as I watch him stalk closer. My skin prickles, my blood beginning to boil as if I’m standing here before him naked, ready for him to take me.
You should be angry. You should be lashing out, a little voice says inside my head. But all I can focus on is him. What he can offer. And what he’s allowing me to escape from.
I don’t want to go back out there. I don’t want to go anywhere else with Brad.
But I also shouldn’t want anything to do with this twisted fuck, either.
I really never have been all that good a judge of right and wrong.
“It’s just Brad,” I argue as if it’s going to make this any better.
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s Jesus. He’s spent all night eye-fucking you in this dress, planning what he’s going to do once he gets you out of it, and touching you.”
His voice is deep and gravelly as if he’s barely restraining himself. It should probably terrify me, but that’s not the reaction I have as a rush of excitement heads straight between my thighs.
“Careful, Nico. You sound awfully jealous.”
A loud growl rips from his throat and he suddenly surges forward.
He’s on me barely before I’ve registered that he’s moved. His giant hand wraps around my throat, hauling me back into his strong, muscular body as his other hand clamps down on my hip, ensuring I’m not going anywhere.
His chest heaves against my back as his increased breaths tickle over my neck, ensuring every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps.
“No one else is allowed to touch my toys, Brianna,” he says dangerously.
“Fuck you, Nico. I don’t belong to you. I never have, and I never will. I’m nothing but a cheap whor—”
All the air rushes from my lungs as my back collides with the wall beside me.
His hand finds its home around my throat once more before he makes the most of my parted lips by slamming his own against them.
I claw at his shoulders, shove at his chest—anything to push him away, because my head tells me that is what I should be doing.
But nothing deters him, and his tongue continues to lick deep into my mouth, his grip on my hip biting as he begins to cut off my air supply with the hand around my throat.
I’ve been known to dabble in a little breath play in the past, but no one has ever been brave enough to take it as far as Nico. It’s fucking mind-blowing.
“Stop fighting, Brianna,” he warns into his kiss.
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
“Yeah, Siren. That’s the fucking idea.”
His fingers tighten, making lights flash behind my eyes. But it has the desired effect, because combining that with hitching my leg up around his waist so I can feel his arousal and I’m fucking gone.
I fling myself right over the edge into crazy town without even bothering to kick my shoes off.
I stop fighting and give in to the kiss, matching his desperation with every stroke of my tongue.
His hand slides up my thigh, his fingers disappearing beneath the fabric and finding my arse.
“Siren,” he growls into our kiss as he finds the bare, soaked flesh between my thighs. “You’ve been sitting out there with him like this.” Anger laces his voice, and it sends a violent shiver of need through me.
“He told me not to wear any,” I taunt, throwing fuel on his already out-of-control fire.
“And you listen to everything that motherfucker says, huh? Maybe we should get him in here, let him see what a filthy little whore my siren really is.”
Panic slams into me.
I’ve already been gone longer than normal. If he were to come and find me—
“What’s wrong? Worried about what he’ll think about the real you? The corrupt teacher who gets off on fucking her student?”
“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks of me.”
“Can you afford to lose him, though?” he taunts. “Or is this one of the ones I bought?” he asks, glancing down at my dress.
I’m unaware that I react to his taunts in any way, but when his eyes flash with something I’m too scared to try and acknowledge, I know he’s read the answer to his question in mine.
“So what is it you do here… let him buy you designer clothes and dress you up as his little doll before you lie back and open your legs to pay him back?”
Crack.
I don’t even realise I’ve hit him until the pain blooms on my palm, heat from the slap rushing up my arm.
He stares at me, his jaw working overtime and his eyes two black inky pools as dread settles in my stomach.
But that’s all smashed a second later when he jerks forward, stealing my lips once more.
“Fucking whore,” he groans into our kiss. But I’m too far gone. He’s cast his spell and I’ve fallen like the fucking fool I am.
Pushing my thigh up and fully opening me up for him, he plunges two thick fingers inside me.
I cry into his mouth as he curls them perfectly, hitting that spot almost without trying.
“Nico.”
“So fucking wet for me, Siren. Have you been sitting out there dripping for me?”
“Yes,” I cry, entirely too honest as he finger-fucks me to oblivion while keeping his tight grip on my throat.
“I know you were. I was watching you. I saw every reaction you had to those videos.”
“Oh God,” I whimper as I think about the one of him fucking me from behind. “More. Nico. I need more.”
“Beg like a good little whore and you might just get it, Siren.”
He pulls back a little, watching me close in on my orgasm with hooded, desperate eyes.
“Fuck me, Nico. I need your cock.”
“Need or want?”
“Both, whatever. I just—”
His fingers tighten on my throat, finally cutting off my breathing as he fucks me harder.
I fall almost instantly into one of the most intense releases I’ve ever experienced.
Pleasure sweeps through my body, my back arches, and I throw my head back, screaming out his name as lights flash behind my eyes.
I swear he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful,” but I’m too blissed out to recognise anything but the mind-numbing pleasure he’s providing me with.
This. This is why I love sex so much.
Nothing else in the world exists right now, and since so much of my life has been full of nothing but bullshit, I crave it. I’m fucking addicted to the high. And no one delivers it quite like Nico Cirillo.
I’m pretty sure I actually black out at some point, because when the world comes back to me, my dress is around my waist and the thickness of Nico’s hard cock is pressing against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of more.
“Good,” he states when he finds me looking back at him. “I didn’t want you to miss this.”
Then he slams into me with one powerful thrust, making me lose all sense of everything once more.
He doesn’t pause to give me a chance to adjust to his width. Instead, he just pulls out and slams back inside me, making my foot leave the floor, sending me sliding up the wall.
“Fuck, you never look better than when you’re impaled on my dick, Siren.”
His fingers flex around my throat, although his grip is nowhere as tight as before. And I can’t help feeling that it’s more of a hold of ownership than anything else.
That thought does weird things to my insides that only bring my second release closer to the surface.
“Yes, yes,” I agree because quite honestly, I never feel better than when I’m bouncing on his dick either.
It’s dangerous. Too fucking dangerous, which is how I ended up starring in my own high school porn movie.
Fucking hell.
“Nico, w-we can’t—” I start, attempting to do the right thing.
Anyone could walk in here right now. Brad could walk in.
“Trust me, Siren. I’m not sharing you with anyone tonight.”
“Trust you?” I scream as he thrusts into me again. “You have to be fucking—”
His grip on my throat tightens, cutting off my words.
“It wasn’t a question, Siren. It was a demand,” he growls in my face before smashing his lips to mine and fucking me deeper.
His fingers dig into my arse as he holds me exactly where he wants me, and I lose myself in the mixture of pain and pleasure that saturates my body until I’m exploding around him.
“Fuck,” he barks. “Fuck. FUCK.” And then his cock is jerking inside me, filling me with his seed, marking his territory like a wild fucking animal.
Dropping his head to the crook of my neck, he sinks his teeth into the same patch of skin his thumb was just pressing into. The possessive move sends aftershocks shooting around my body.
“Did you want to piss over me too, really drive your point home?” I hiss as the high of what we’ve just done begins to seep from me.
A deep chuckle spills from his lips as he pulls back and sadly removes himself from my body.
“I don’t think that’s really necessary. We both know the truth.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as I tug my dress down to cover up my nakedness as the evidence of him being inside me begins to slip down my thighs. “And what’s that?”
“You belong to me.”
An unamused laugh bubbles up my throat.
“Yeah, sure. You keep telling yourself. You can let yourself out,” I say, looking over his shoulder at the exit. “You sure found your way in here okay. My date is probably wondering where I am.”
I move toward one of the cubicles, ready to clean myself up, but I pause when he speaks again.
“Don’t worry, I arranged for him to have some of his own entertainment while you were otherwise engaged. You saw that woman at the bar, right?”
I swallow thickly.
“Seems like our Brad is going to be spending his night with two whores, only, the one out there takes straight-up cash.”
Anger burns through me and an argument about me not being Brad’s whore teeters on the tip of my tongue, but I fight it back.
It’s not worth it.
He’s not worth it.
“Goodbye, Nico.”
I swing the door closed behind me and flip the lock—not that I really think it’ll keep him out if he wants to get to me.
Hiking my dress up once more, I lower my arse to the toilet and pull a whole heap of loo roll from the dispenser. My frustration with the man who’s caused this mess burns through me, and it only gets worse when I don’t hear him fucking leave.
I clean up and I’m about to flush when the buzz of my phone cuts through the silence, reminding me of what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted.
Finishing up, I unlock the door once more and step out.
As I predicted, Nico is still here, only now, he’s standing with my phone in his hand, his face tight with barely restrained anger.
“Why are you still here?” I ask, ignoring the fact that I’m pretty sure steam is literally about to billow from his ears.
My voice seems to bring him back to himself and he rips his eyes from my phone and glares at me. Although, I’m not even sure he’s really seeing me, but instead looking right through me.
Stuffing my phone into his pocket, he reaches for my bag and then my wrist.
“Let’s go,” he barks, his grip on my arm instantly painful.
“Nico, what the fuck?” I shriek, having little choice but to be dragged along behind him as he marches from the bathroom. “Slow down,” I beg, barely able to keep upright with the height of my heels and his speed.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls as the level of danger that emanates from him makes even me a little wary.
I’ve yet to be physically scared of this brutal soldier. But I have it on good authority that he’s capable of things that would horrify me.
As much as his aura might turn me on, I’m not sure I want to witness him in action. I think I like the idea, the fantasy, of it more.
He blows through a fire exit at the back of the building and we immediately get pelted with rain.
It might be almost summer, but the cool, stormy air makes my exposed skin prick with goosebumps and sends a shiver skating down my spine.
Nico drags me through the dark back alley and I stumble and trip over the uneven ground, but he never lets up or attempts to help me.
“Nico, please,” I beg when my shoe gets stuck in a crack in the concrete and I almost face-plant in a puddle.
“Keep moving,” he demands, his low voice barely audible over the pounding rain.
Eventually, we spill out of the alley a little way down from the entrance to Twenty-Five and right in front of Nico’s Mustang.
“You followed us here, didn’t you?”
“Get in,” he demands, gripping the back of my neck and practically shoving me inside.
My soaked hair sticks to my face and neck, and rivulets of water run down my cleavage.
I glance up just in time to see him swing the door closed, and I can’t help but notice that while I’m here looking like a drowned rat, he looks as hot as ever.
Prick.
“ARGH,” I scream as he jogs around the bonnet in the hope of expelling some of this pent-up anger that always seems to explode within me whenever Nico is close.
He doesn’t say anything as he drops into the driver’s seat and brings the engine to life.
A squeal rips from my lips as he spins the wheel and floors it out of the space in front of oncoming cars in both directions.
“Are you fucking insane?” I scream, my heart in my throat as I reach for my seat belt and rush to put it on.
Unsurprisingly, he ignores me as he white-knuckles the wheel and drives through the city like a fucking maniac.
“Put your fucking seat belt on,” I hiss when he shows no sign of calming down as we get closer toward his side of the city.
“Where are we going?”
“You don’t need to worry about me, Siren. You, however, are about to discover hell.”
He glances over at me and my stomach lurches as he takes his eyes off the road.
“NICO.”
One look at his speedo tells me that he’s going way too fast even if he was paying attention.
I’ve never been a nervous passenger, but this is testing my fucking limits.
He looks back at the road at the last minute and takes a corner so quickly, I get thrown into the door. Pain explodes in my shoulder and down my arm.
“Will you calm the fuck down?” I scream as he does a seriously dodgy overtake, barely missing the oncoming car.
Rain lashes against the windscreen. The wipers are unable to keep up and our vision is getting worse and worse.
