Do you like how you taste?

Nico's POV

Seeing Carissa stand there in just a towel is really exciting. Her olive skin gleams with water droplets, and her wet hair sticks to her face.

I extend my hand and gently pull at the towel, causing it to drop to the ground and expose her nude body.

She tries to conceal herself right away, but I simply push her hands away. I whisper, "Don't hide from me, darling," as I run my fingertips over her curvy hips' smooth, sensitive flesh.

She tenses up, yet I can feel the fire burning through her whole body.

She spits, "Don't touch me,"

"But I want to touch you, and I intend to enjoy every inch of you."

Despite her protests, her body betrays her, and she lets out a quivering breath. I can see how her breath quickens and her nipples tighten when I touch them.

I press my lips to the delicate flesh of her neck and lean in to breathe in the subtle, vanilla aroma of her skin. "Take a look at yourself. Look at how lovely you are and how well you fit in my hands."

My fingers sinks into the flesh of her voluptuous hips as she tries to pull away, but I tighten my hold. I cup her round, smooth ass with my hands as I warn, "Don't even think about it."

I quickly release her and walk across the room to the bed, where a fresh pair of beautiful underwear is waiting for her. "Put these on," I request, "I've carefully selected them for you."

Her cheeks flush with shame as she frowns. "I feel like I've been violated. It's disgusting.”

I stifle a smile as I watch her grudgingly put it on; it fits her like a glove. She then carefully inspects the dress I picked out for her before putting it on.

I reach out and grab the dress's zipper, slowly pushing it up while observing how the cloth clings to her curves. I swear, seeing her wearing red, my cock twitches in my pants since it's such a gorgeous, ideal color.

"There, flawless." I take a step back to take in her appearance and clear my throat. "Now, you can get in the car with me once the makeup artists arrive. We must go to an important ccasion.”

Carissa's hands at her sides are balled into fists as she glares at me. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

With a contented smile, I turn and walk out of the room without responding.

Thirty minutes later, I'm waiting for her to get in the car with me while tapping my foot anxiously and looking down at my watch.

When the car door finally opens, her feet catch my attention right away. She is still wearing the same cheap shoes as before. "Did you miss the new pair of shoes I bought for you?" I inquire, frowning slightly and raising an eyebrow.

I don't wait for her to reply and give a nod to my right-hand guy in the front seat, "Luca, fetch the shoes," I say.

After exiting the vehicle, Luca comes back carrying a package of the brand-new shoes. He hands them to me, and I take Carissa's feet on my lap. Without giving them a second thought, I carefully take off her old shoes and put the new designer heels on her feet.

"We should be flying to Paris or Miami right now for our wedding night and honeymoon," I reply with a sardonic grin. "But I have to go to this important unction. I'll make up for lost time, so don't worry."

Luca looks back at me in the rearview mirror as he turns around from the front seat. "Is the package ready, Luca?" I ask him.

“Of course boss.” He replies.

I nod, thinking about the upcoming meeting. It is a package that holds a million-dollar shipment of precious gems. It's a payment to a strong businessman who has been an ally and has been assisting us in growing our activities.

However, none of it is necessary for Carissa to know. I obviously don't give a fucking shit, but she's busy gazing daggers at me.

I interrupt her just as she's about to put her feet back on the ground. "Remain. I whisper, "Don't move," as I caress her thighs.

With her green eyes wide, she asks in a tiny voice, "What are you about to do?"

"You're about to find out," I respond, my lips curving into a sinister smile.

I pull at her thong's waistband and slide it to the side before she can object. I snarl and lower my voice by an octave. "I wish you weren't wearing anything so I could get a proper view," I say.

Groaning, I slide my middle finger inside her slit and feel how hot, tight, and moist she is for me.

I give the command, "Sit still and keep your legs spread," as my thrusts get faster.

Carissa lets out a stifled scream and tosses her head back. "Ahh..."

I give her a hard look since she can't seem to stop moaning loudly. "Shut it, I said. I'll take you right here, right now, if you make one more sound."

I feel her inside muscles tensing up around me as my fingers press harder. She comes undone with one more strong thrust, her fluids dripping upon my fingertips. I pull away from her and bring them to her lips.

"Lick them clean," I command. Her eyes are still glassy from the aftershocks of her pleasure, but she obeys my orders. "Do you like how you taste?"

She blinks repeatedly and gives me a stiff nod in response.

I add, "I can't wait to taste you myself," grinning wickedly.

As we reach the lavish event venue, I glance over at Carissa, my expression hardening. "Remember, Cara Mia, you're to be on your best behavior tonight. Any funny business, and I'll make sure you regret it."

“Whatever,” she mumbles.

I call out to Dante and Nikolai, two of my trusted men, as we enter the upscale country club, telling them to always remain at Carissa's side.

After settling that, Luca and I sneak off to a quiet corner, where we give out the package. The deal proceeds well, and I go back to Carissa, who is stiffly positioned between Nikolai and Dante.

It's time to leave after a few drinks, a large feast and maybe an hour of socializing. My lips brush Carissa's earlobe as I lean forward. "I can't wait to have you all to myself tonight, my pet," I murmur.

I can feel her uneasiness as we leave the event. The relative quiet of the ride is abruptly broken by the sound of gunfire.

"Get down!" With bullets flying all around us, I scream and push Carissa to the car's floor.

Carissa is yelling at the top of her lungs while Luca draws his weapons and begins shooting back at the attackers.

"Fucking drive!" I yell at the driver, who is struggling to keep control of the car while swerving it and the tires squealing.

Without thinking, I launch myself over Carissa, protecting her body with mine as the bullets fly thick and fast.

I feel a sharp pang in my side, and I know that I’ve been shot.