Page 30 of Silent Snowfall

Before I could respond, his hands were on my waist, lifting me like I weighed nothing. He turned and tossed me on the bed. The duvet was soft beneath me but cold against my back. The monster—Nico—stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me, and something in his posture made my still-sensitive body clench with fresh want.

“Spread your legs,” he said, voice hard and sharp.

The command landed like a physical touch. It was an order from a man who expected to be obeyed.

My thighs parted for him without hesitation.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black vibrator. It looked like one he’d already bought me, just a different shape. The brand wasn’t cheap. I’d looked. This was the good kind that cost more than my weekly groceries. He clicked it on, and the low buzz filled the room.

The promise of what was coming made my muscles tighten.

“Another?” I already had a tidy row of toys hidden in my underwear drawer thanks to his mischief.

“Tonight, I get to play with you,” he said, and I heard the smile in his voice.

He knelt between my spread legs, the vibrator humming in his hand. With his other hand, he pushed two fingers inside me again, curling them forward, and I gasped at the renewed sensitivity. My body was still humming from the first orgasm, every nerve ending raw and over-sensitized, and the intrusion of his fingers sent sparks shooting up my spine.

Then the vibrator touched my clit, and I arched off the bed with a choked sound.

“Cavolo! Nico,” I hissed.

“Beg for it.” His free hand pressed down on my hip, pinning me to the mattress. Roughly, with enough force to let me know resistance was futile. “Let me hear how badly you want me to play.”

The vibrator circled my clit with agonizing precision. The pressure was just right. It was a relentless stimulation that built on the sensitivity his mouth had left behind. His fingers moved inside me, curling and pressing against my front wall in rhythm with the vibrator, and the dual sensation was overwhelming. Pleasure mounted in a different way than before. It rolled, deep inside. The pressure started in my core and radiated outward. Faster this time. And stronger too!

My hands fisted in the duvet. “Nico! That’s…that’s too much.”

“No, you can take it.”

Yess…. “Oh—cazzo. Cazzo!”

My back arched despite his restraining hand. The sounds coming from my throat were desperate, pleading, and I didn’t care. Pride had left the building the moment he started this. I begged. I pleaded! Whimpers coupled with moans. I made his name a sacred curse.

He chuckled. It was a vicious, pleased sound. “That’s it, carina. Hold on.”

“I can’t,” I moaned.

“You can.” The force of those words sliced through the pleasure.

I watched him through the dark. I wished I could see his face. I wanted to know this man. But his hunger, so raw it was almost violence, pulsed in the space between us. He was watching every reaction, every twitch and gasp, cataloging what worked, learning my body with the same meticulous attention he’d probably given to learning how to kill.

Because that was what this man was.

A killer.

A Made Man.

In a town run by the mafia, he was certainly one of its creations. And the funny thing was, I didn’t mind. He made me feel safe. He saw me.

“Take a deep breath.” When I did, he changed the intensity on the toy. Sparks shot from my clit and rattled my bones! “That’s it. Take it.”

The vibrator shifted, pressing harder, and his fingers curled just right.

“Nico, I can’t,” I sobbed. “I’m going to come.”

“Then fucking come.”

The permission was a switch.