CHAPTER 57 - THE DON'S VIRGIN WIDOW (posted with Author's permission)
"Open your legs," Nico ordered in a deep voice.
She obeyed instantly, a ragged gasp escaping from her throat as she let her knees fall apart.
Nico slid his right hand under the silk dress, bypassing the fabric of her underwear completely, and found her absolutely drenched.
The second his long, rough fingers made contact with her swollen core, Mara shrieked; a high, sharp sound of pure shock and pleasure left her, followed by a sharp intake of breath. "Yess… yess."
Nico didn't hold back; he gave her the intense stimulation the drug required, pushing his deep, relentless fingers inside her while pressing his thumb hard against the hyper-sensitive nerves at her center.
Mara's back arched off the seat like a drawn bow. Her nails dug into his restraining hand, her head thrashing wildly against the leather.
"Yes," she sobbed, her hips bucking up to meet his violent rhythm. "Please, God, Nico…"
"I've got you," he murmured roughly against her ear, watching her face as he thrusted in and out of her. "Let it go. Let it out."
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips to tangle with hers as he drank in her desperate moans.
His fingers thrust harder, two thick digits stretching her wet walls while his thumb circled her clit with firm, punishing pressure. The wet, obscene sounds of his hand working between her thighs filled the dim space around them.
With his left hand, Nico yanked her dress down her, exposing her full, heaving breasts to the cool air.
Her nipples were tight, rosy peaks, aching for his touch. He groaned into her mouth as he cupped one heavy breast, squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers found the sensitive nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough to make her jolt against him.
Mara whimpered loudly into the kiss as the added stimulation sent sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
The drug made every sensation feel magnified, almost unbearable in its intensity. Nico broke the kiss to trail his hot mouth down the column of her throat, sucking at her pulse point before moving lower.
He latched onto one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth with hard pulls while his fingers continued their ruthless invasion of her dripping hole.
"Fucckk Mara," he growled against her wet skin in a low, strained voice. "You're so fucking soaked. Your little clit is throbbing under my thumb."
He added a third finger, stretching her wider, curling them to stroke that perfect spot inside her over and over.
Mara's cries grew higher and more broken. Her hips moved in frantic little circles, fucking herself on his hand as he devoured her boobs, alternating between sucking and biting gently at her swollen nipples.
The pressure inside her built rapidly, threatening to consume her entirely. Nico's palm ground against her clit now with every deep thrust of his fingers. He lifted his head from her chest to watch her face, his dark eyes burning with lust as he drank in the sight of her falling apart.
"Come on. Cum for me," he commanded hoarsely, pinching both her nipples at once while driving his fingers as deep as they could go.
Mara shattered with a loud, breathless scream.
Her back bowed sharply off the seat as the orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clamped down hard around his fingers, pulsing and fluttering in violent spasms. Hot wetness flooded his hand as she came, her entire body shaking uncontrollably in his arms.
Nico didn't pull away; he worked her through every aftershock, gentling his thrusts but keeping the pressure on her sensitive clit.
As soon as her trembling began to ease, he started building her up again, slower this time but no less intense. His mouth returned to her breasts, licking and sucking at the sensitive buds while his fingers stroked deep inside her soaked heat.
"You're not finished yet," he whispered hotly against her skin.
She sobbed, overwhelmed, her head tossing from side to side, but her hips were already moving again, seeking more of his touch.
Nico kissed her deeply once more, swallowing her whimpers as he focused on her pleasure. His thumb rubbed tight, fast circles over her swollen clit while his fingers curled inside her.
Within minutes, she was climbing again, her moans turning into desperate pleas.
He pinched and tugged at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers in time with the thrusts of his hand. The dual assault on her most sensitive places pushed her over the edge a second time.
Mara came even harder, her cry muffled against his shoulder as she buried her face there. Her body convulsed, thighs clamping around his wrist as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped down her flushed cheeks.
Only then did Nico begin to slow his movements. He held her close through the powerful tremors, murmuring rough praises against her ear.
His jaw was clenched tight, his own arousal straining painfully against his pants, but he ignored it, focusing entirely on her.
When her breathing finally slowed to ragged hitches and her body went limp against the leather seat, he slowly withdrew his hand from between her thighs.
His fingers glistened with her release. He brought them to his lips, tasting her with a low groan of satisfaction while his other hand gently pulled the front of her dress back up, covering her reddened breasts.
Mara lay there, eyes heavy-lidded and dazed, chest still rising and falling rapidly. A soft, broken whimper escaped her as the last ripples of pleasure faded.
Nico pulled her into his arms, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead.
"Easy," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "I've got you."
He pulled the seatbelt back across her chest and clicked it into place. Without a word, he put the car back in drive and tore out of the alley.
Fifteen minutes later, they breached the heavy iron gates of the Ferrante estate.
Nico didn't wait for the guards; he carried a half-conscious Mara straight up the grand staircase and into her bedroom, laying her gently on the center of the mattress.
But the moment her back hit the sheets, her eyes fluttered open… the dark, blown-out dilation was back. The intense release in the car had only bought them a temporary reprieve; the synthetic drug was still cycling fiercely through her bloodstream.
"Nico," she whimpered, her hands instantly reaching up to fist in his lapels before he could pull away. Her skin was still radiating an unnatural, feverish heat. "No... it's coming back. Please."
She arched off the mattress, dragging her hips up toward him with a desperate, mindless friction.
"Fvck," Nico swore violently. He knew his own limits; he couldn't touch her again… not here in the estate when he had entered through the front door with some staff awake… not without burying himself inside her completely.
And the fact that he could smell her arousal wasn't helping his case.
He scooped her right back up into his arms, ignoring her frustrated cry, and carried her straight into the bathroom.
He didn't bother undressing either of them; he kicked the heavy glass shower door open, reached in to crank the brass handle all the way to cold, and stepped directly under the brutal spray with her in his arms.
The freezing water hit them like a shockwave.
Mara gasped sharply as the icy water hit her, instantly plastering her silk dress to her skin.
For exactly ten seconds, the punishing temperature seemed to shock her nervous system into compliance. Her frantic thrashing stopped, her chest heaving as the cold stole her breath.
But it didn't last.
The heavy, wet silk clinging to her over-sensitized skin quickly became an agony of its own. The shivering morphed into a different, darker kind of trembling.
She pressed her face into his soaked shirt, her wet hands sliding frantically up his chest to wrap around his neck.
"It's not working," she sobbed, her hot mouth seeking the wet, pulsing curve of his throat. "Nico, please, I'm burning up from the inside. Fvck me. Just fvck me, please."