Nora

When I'd calmed down, Nicolas sat me down on the couch, whipping up a quick lunch for me. I wanted to tell him how thankful I was for his mere presence in my life, but at that moment I was too choked up and emotional. He'd sat down beside me, watching as I ate. Holding the plate from my hands and keeping it down on the table, he intertwined our hands.

"I resigned." 

Both of his eyebrows shot up. "Why?"

I shrugged. "However much I say I love my job, it was coming for a long time. I should've resigned five years ago."

"What happened?"

I took a deep breath. "I was at the state prison today."

He kept his calm. "Yeah? Who were you visiting?"

"Kyle Dixon. He worked under me."

"He was arrested for possession and trafficking of drugs." Nicolas said. "Yes, I know of him. Why were you visiting him?"

I gave a small laugh, looking ahead. "Five years ago, Charlie introduced me to Nathan Razer. They'd been in business for a long time. He was my first ever client and I was fascinated with his work. Eventually it turned to something...more than professionalism."

Nico's grip on my hand tightened, his jaw clenching. "Did he use you?"

I eyed his blazer which he'd draped over a chair. "They offered me a million dollar bonus for a deal. I was new, I'd just started working. And money always attracted me. So I agreed. That was my first mistake."

Nicolas shifted his gaze to me. I continued, "Ultimately I made more. My second one was thinking my feelings for Nathan were too genuine, and that he felt the same. It made me put my relationship with him above my work and human principles. They used that against me."

"How?" 

"Nathan emotionally blackmailed me to draft the deal. Not a lot, but a few taunts here and there. In the end I settled for the easier route. It was a twenty million dollar shipment of cocaine to an underground firm that operated in Europe. Kyle was in charge of the smooth delivery."

"By his choice?" Nicolas asked softly.

I closed my eyes. "He was nineteen, Nico. He was barely legal, he didn't even understand what he was getting himself into. His choice didn't matter, it was our duty, my duty, to stop him. And I tried, I begged Charlie to appoint someone else for the deal, he didn't listen. They promised me everything would be alright. They told me they'd take care of everything."

"Kyle was his brother. I made my third mistake by comparing him to my family, thinking that Charlie would look after him like my family did after me. Nathan reassured me, spat lies to my face and I believed him like a fool." I exhaled deeply. "The deal went smoothly."

Nicolas scrunched his eyebrows. "What?"

"The actual problem began after the shipment." I gave a small chuckle, but it more in order to cover up a choke. "Nathan messed up the order. Some part of the shipment wasn't what they'd asked for. Charlie asked Kyle to hand deliver those things. When all along it had been Nathan's fault, Charlie knew there were risks and he didn't want to lose his associate. So he risked his brother."

"But he agreed, right? Kyle didn't say no." Nicolas said. "He might be barely legal but he wasn't a child. He knew what he was getting himself into. You can't blame yourself."

"I was out with Nathan the night they caught him. I was on a fucking date when they gave him a five year sentence. Charlie could have gotten him out. All he had to do was tell them it was Nathan. But he didn't. He chose money over family."

Nicolas rubbed his thumb over my palm, shaking his head gently. He bent down and rested his head in my neck, pressing a soft kiss there. I looked down at my hands. "You know, when I say it out like that, I feel stupider than ever. I don't understand why I didn't leave earlier."

"You wanted to believe they could change." He murmured. "And that's understandable."

"I couldn't go visit him after that. I've always blamed myself because I knew I could have prevented it if I'd tried harder. But today I just...I couldn't live another day and not apologise. He's lost five years of his life because of someone else and there was nothing I could do about it. I've never felt so helpless in my life."

I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He was staring into space. I wished I could find out what was on his mind. "Kyle doesn't blame me. He comes out in a month. I promised him I'd visit again. Would you come with me? I'd like it if you do. But I understand if you can't or if you don't want to-"

"I love you."

I stopped midway in my sentence. My mouth was still open, and my eyes widened when I turned my face slightly to get a better look at him. He was still looking in space, not meeting my gaze. 

"I-I've known it for a while now. Since the day I told you about my parents and you held me when I cried." Then he did turn his gaze to look at me. He was still composed, still in control. His eyes were extraordinarily powerful, hungry.

"Nico," I was so overwhelmed by the emotions in his eyes that I wanted to crawl into his arms and never let go.

"I'm not good at saying it-"

"You're good at showing, right?" I whispered softly. "Show me."

His lips captured mine into a toe curling kiss. Nicolas was rarely soft, and this was not one of those times. His mouth was rough and dominating as I moaned into the kiss. His palm cupped my head, grabbing a handful of my hair harshly and pulling them back. "I can't be gentle tonight." He whispered against my lips urgently. "You asked me to show you, and I don't love you softly. It's hard and deep. There's nothing gentle about it."

I gasped when he tore off the buttons of my shirt, his arms pulling me into him and feverishly pressing hard kisses on my neck. "It consumes me. Just like you've consumed me ever since I saw you. It's so powerful, Nora. Dominating, controlling, fucking captivating. Violent like the ocean waves."

I shut my eyes tightly when he sucked on my soft spot, clutching his arms tightly. "I've never in my twenty five years of life felt even a third of what I feel for you for someone else. You drive me out of my goddamn mind and I love every second of it. I'd give up everything for you. My name, my business, every single penny. But at the same time, I'd stop the world for you, Nora. You're everything to me. I love you."

He ripped away my bra, capturing a hard nipple in his mouth, biting down on it. He pushed me down the couch, his fingers expertly flicking open the buttons of my pants and flinging them down. He traced a finger over my underwear and I arched my back, closing my eyes. He got up, unbuttoning his shirt as I stared at him. 

My mouth parted as I took him in. I'd never known watching him undress would be so sexy. It was even sexier than me undressing him. He deliberately kept his pace slow, a confident yet teasing look on his face telling me he knew I liked it. His thumb rubbed my bottom lip, parting it, his eyes darkening. "Touch yourself." He commanded quietly.

"But-"

"Now."

"It does't do anything." I whispered, embarrassed. "I need yours."

"Last time you were doing it to prove something to me. Your intention was to make yourself cum. Right now, you will do it to please me. And your cunt wants nothing more than to please me, hm? Reach between your legs like a good girl and touch yourself."

"Do it with me." I murmured as I widened my legs, making his gaze drop down between my thighs. His eyes were dark with desire as he brought his hands up to his pants, removing them till his knees. His fingers wrapped around his every erect boner, and I moaned at the sight. Slowly, very slowly, he moved his hand up his shaft just as I inserted a digit into my opening.

"Add another finger." He commanded from above me. "Jesus Christ, Nora. You're so fucking hot. You don't know what seeing you like this does to me. You like it when I take control, don't you? You like seeing me dominate you. It turns you on."

His dark eyes watching me as I masturbated, hand moving up and down his shaft made me throb. He wasn't pleasing himself. He was pleasing me. He was touching himself for me, just like I was doing it for him. We'd given the right to make us climax to each other. No one could make him orgasm except me, no one could make me orgasm except him. That thought made me hotter.

"You're close. Fuck I need to taste you." He muttered, flinging away my hand, my whine turning into a high pitched cry when he replaced it with his tongue. He blew hard on my folds, using his fingers to pleasure me more. I grabbed his hair to steady myself.

I came with a scream, lasting longer than before. He'd discarded his pants somewhere in the middle of making me climax, and he reached between my legs to position himself, slamming into me without warning, without wasting another second.

We made hard and fast, sheet clawing love all night. Both of us were exhausted, but neither of us wanted to stop. His hunger for me was insatiable, something that deeply flattered me. He'd shown love in a way I didn't think was possible to be shown. I'd always thought of love to be soft, gentle, tender. He loved roughly, harshly, wildly. It suited him. His love was powerful just like him. And it was better than soft love, because it was him.

I couldn't feel my legs in the morning. It was these rare moments when I woke up before Nicolas that I cherished the most. I could watch him when he couldn't stare back. His eyelashes cast a shadow on his very sculpted cheekbones, mouth slightly open, not moving. He slept on his stomach, his face sided towards me, an arm draped around my waist. Even in the state of sleep, his hold was possessive.

I shifted to his side, making him hum in content and sink his head into my neck. He took a deep inhale, and if I didn't know better, I would've thought he'd woken up. But I knew him, he did this everyday. He craved my touch even in his sleep. He was aware of me even when he wasn't fully conscious. When I pushed his hair back gently, he dug deeper. His back was red and scratched. He'd love it when he woke up.

I smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Removing his arm from my waist, I got up. He simply shifted his head to my pillow, sinking his head in it. The covers that I'd draped over us at night were strewn at the edge, giving me a look of his perfectly taut ass. His thighs were tight and hard. I'd experienced how powerful his legs were. I loved them. I loved everything about him.

Securing a robe around my body, I walked outside. Nicolas knew how to take care of things, but if he thought he'd be doing it alone now, he was very, very wrong. He needed to understand if he could take control of my problems, I could do his. He was mine to cherish, mine to love, mine to protect. I wouldn't let anyone change that.

Dialling a number I'd memorised long back, I pressed the phone to my ear. He picked up on the third ring. "Yes, Nora?" 

"Ben," I murmured, sitting down, gazing ahead. My stance was powerful, dominating like him. Nicolas called me a tigress. Maybe it was time for me to get my claws out. "Get me the address of Sydney Sparks."

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Eep who's ready to see more drama? Cause a lot is coming now. Nora is the sweetest when you're sweet to her, but like Nicolas says, she's a tigress. She protects those close to her.The next would probably be Nico's pov because I want to add at least 2 more of his before I end the book. And I'm excited haha.

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