Twisted

Nico

Chapter 4

The final stroke came late on a rainy Friday midnight.

I walked straight into Nico’s bedroom without knocking. He was sitting on the edge of his four-poster bed, wearing only black sweatpants, his chest bare and broad from training. He jumped up the second he saw me, his eyes wide.

"Dahlia? What's wrong? Did Marco do something again?" he asked, stepping toward me with genuine concern.

I closed the heavy oak door behind me and turned the silver key in the lock with a distinct, sharp *click*.

"No one did anything," I said, my voice dropping into a low, sultry tone he had never heard from me before.

I walked across the room slowly, hips swaying, unfastening the silk belt at my waist. The dark robe parted, revealing the sheer lace corset beneath it. Nico's breath caught in his chest. He backed up until the back of his knees hit his mattress, his eyes wide, completely overwhelmed by the sight of me.

"Dahlia... what are you doing?" he choked out, his voice thick and frantic. "If my father finds out….if Darius sees you in here…."

"Forget about them," I whispered, stepping right between his open knees. I reached down, placing my warm hands on his bare shoulders, pressing him down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm tired of waiting, Nico. I'm tired of playing the good little adopted sister."

"Dahlia..." he groaned, his hands hesitating in the air before settling on my waist, his fingers shaking against the hot silk of my skin. "We can't..."

"You want me," I purred into his ear, leaning down until my chest pressed flush against his. "You've wanted me for years. I see the way you look at me when I'm at the table. I see how hard you breathe when I'm near you."

Nico swallowed hard, his eyes glossing over with pure, unadulterated desire. His innocence was dropping away, replaced by the dark, possessive hunger that ran in the White family blood.

"I want you so much it hurts," Nico confessed in a raspy whisper, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me firmly against him. "I'd do anything for you, Dahlia. Anything."

"Good," I whispered, a dark, wicked smile playing on my lips. "Because I want you to f**k me, Nico. Tonight."

Before he could process the words, I cupped his jaw, leaned down, and captured his mouth in a deep, dirty, suffocating kiss. Nico gasped into my mouth, lost completely to the taste of me, wrapping his arms tight around my waist as he pulled me down onto the bed beneath him.

Nico shifted his weight with deliberate force, his knee shoving my thighs wide until the cool air kissed my dripping, swollen p***y. The sweet boy was gone, completely dead, replaced by the same ruthless hunger that lived in his father’s blood.

“Dahlia,” he panted, mouth slick and hot against my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a dark, throbbing mark near my collarbone. “Say it. Say you’re mine, not Marco’s, not Darius’s.”

“I’m yours, Nico,” I moaned, arching so my breasts spilled into his rough hands. “Take me. Stop talking and f**k me.”

That set him off. He reached down, fist wrapping around his thick, slick c**k, already shiny with precum, and shoved it inside me in one fast, brutal thrust. My head snapped back into the mattress as his fat head stretched my tight entrance and sank deep.

“Ngh! Agh….fuck!” The sharp gasp tore out of me, toes curling hard into the sheets. My p***y walls clenched around him instantly, gripping his c**k like they never wanted to let go.

Nico didn’t wait. He locked his hands around my hips, fingers bruising my skin, and started pounding into me with frantic, heavy drives. Every thrust punched a wet, filthy sound from my soaked cunt, the bed frame slamming against the wall while his balls slapped against my ass.

“Ah… Urgh! Nico, yes… right there!” I cried out, head thrashing, nails clawing red lines down his sweaty back. My p***y fluttered and squeezed around his sliding c**k, the slick sounds of him f*****g into my wet heat growing louder.

“God, Dahlia,” he groaned, voice wrecked. He buried his face in my hair, chest slamming against mine as he forced every thick inch as deep as it could go. “Your p***y’s so f*****g tight… clenching around my c**k like that… f**k, you’re driving me insane.”

“Faster! Agh, ah….deeper!” I screamed into his ear, wrapping my legs high around his waist and pulling him in until his c**k bottomed out. My walls fluttered and milked him with every stroke, greedy and soaked.

He lost his mind. The pace turned fast, messy, ruthless. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my collarbone. He grabbed my left thigh and yanked it up over his shoulder, spreading my p***y even wider so he could slam that slick c**k into me harder. The room filled with the wet slap of skin and the filthy squelch of my cunt taking every inch.

“Look at me!” Nico demanded, growling through his teeth, eyes dark and possessive. “Look at who’s f*****g this dripping little p***y, Dahlia. Say my name!”

“Nico! Ngh… Ah….Nico!” I sobbed, eyes rolling back as a violent wave of heat crashed through my core.

My p***y walls clamped down hard, pulsing and fluttering tightly around his throbbing c**k. Nico let out a guttural, animalistic roar, hips stuttering as he hammered into me three more times before burying himself to the hilt. Thick, hot c*m flooded me, rope after rope of it pulsing deep into my clenching cunt as he came hard, shaking and panting against my slick skin.

I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him close while his c**k twitched and kept spilling more c*m inside me. A cold, silent smile spread across my face in the dark.

One brother down.

Two to go.

With Nico wrapped firmly around my finger, I turned my sight toward the second brother.

ached out, my fingers lightly brushing the wet crimson hair out of his face.

Marco caught my wrist in a crushing grip, his knuckles tight enough to leave a mark. "Don't touch me."

"Your heart is beating fast, Marco," I whispered, leaning in until my breath fanned across his jawline. I didn't pull my wrist back. I pressed my hips slightly forward, letting him feel the shape of my body through the thin cotton. "You talk loud, but you look at me when you think no one is watching."