In her room, I closed the door hard. She jolted and turned back to look at me. She had a lot of makeup on, but it actually looked good on her. She had dyed auburn hair, to go with her name, and milky white skin. Electra wasn’t from our world, but she knew how to respect our world.
Her expression had morphed into hesitation and uncertainty, but then she plastered her smile back on her face. She had on a silky, dark blue robe. She was either naked under it, or wearing some lingerie.
“What would you like today, Nico?” She used that annoying purr again, which was only pissing me off more.
In a gritted tone, “No playing. On the bed, face to the wall, on your knees, ass up.”
I looked at her as she shifted, looking almost uncomfortable. I had never spoken like this to her, so she likely sensed my mood. After a second or two of hesitation, I gritted out quietly, “Now.”
She looked at me pensively, but jerked her head in a nod. She took the robe off, wearing a burgundy lingerie set of a thong and small lacy bra that barely covered her large nipples. That was another thing about Electra. Her tits were natural. And they had large nipples. Good pinching nipples. She set it down on a chair near her round king-sized bed, then climbed into position.
I took off my pants and underwear quickly, and grabbed my cock. It wasn’t that hard yet, but I would be soon enough. I was visualizing what I was about to do to Electra and that got my cock twitching. I had gone rough on Electra before, but this would be different. I would likely have to go to a fight club later to get the rest of this tension out, but this would have to do for now. I needed this control.
I climbed up behind Electra on her bed, and walked to her on my knees, still stroking and squeezing my cock. I rubbed my cock against her pussy, trying to get her wet enough. It was a bit wet, but not as wet as it could be. But fuck it. I pushed in, feeling the dry versus wet burn. I heard her take in a breath and grunt. I pushed all the way in and stopped. Her breathing was already picking up, and I knew it was not from excitement. I pushed in and out slowly, until her wetness increased. I could go at her dry, but I didn’t need that friction either. Electra was not tight, but she wasn’t overly loose either. A decent fit. I was an average size, eight inches or so. So this shouldn’t hurt too bad. But I intended to be rough. I needed rough. I was able to start moving in and out of her pussy easier now, and she seemed to relax. She shouldn’t. I pulled her up against my chest, one of my large hands coming to one of her nipples, squeezing lightly, the other moved up to her throat, rubbing it. For now.
I began to thrust into her harder and faster. I was gaining momentum and a rhythm. I pinched her nipple harder, making her squeal, but she didn’t stop me. I used my grip around her throat to hold her and slam into her hard. My grip on her throat started to tighten. I wasn’t sure if I meant to, but I also didn’t give a fuck. I pinched her nipple even harder, making her squirm a bit on my grip. She didn’t seem to like that, but still didn’t stop me. I thrust faster, harder, my grip on her neck getting tighter. I suddenly had the urge to squeeze until she stopped breathing, even though I was not into that kind ofthing. I must have gripped too tightly, because she was gripping my hand, then was digging her nails into me, and breathed out, “Nico,” the best she could. I was pissed, but I loosened my grip on her throat, as she took a deep breath in and out. I moved my hand from her throat to her shoulder, and pushed down on her shoulder as I continued to thrust in and out, in and out, until I pulled out and came all over her back. I didn’t even bother to wait for her to cum. I didn’t care. I kept a hold on her until I was finished cumming, then dropped my hands from her and moved back. She looked over her shoulder at me, and there was a look there I had never seen. It pissed me off.
“What?” I snapped.
She shook her head and turned away.
“Get the fuck out.”
I knew it was her room, but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed a few minutes to get my head on straight. Well, as straight as I could get it under the circumstances.
She climbed off the bed, her legs shaky. She grabbed her robe and pulled it on over herself roughly, then walked out closing the door loudly.
“Fuckin’ bitch.”
As I laid on Electra’s bed, my rage simmering down just enough to concentrate, I knew I needed a plan. I would kill that bitch for going after my aunt. I had known Aunt Tania was the Black Widow for some time. I had heard rumors of people trying to take her out, but she had been untouchable. And she had always told me, “Don’t worry about me.” But now,…….now she was gone. The only one I had in my corner growing up. The only one who made a fuckin’ effort to give me a good life. And that fuckin’ bitch took her away from me! I was going to put her in the fuckin’ ground.
Aria Ruiz would die!
Chapter 6
Eliana’s POV
I had heard Nico’s aunt had been killed by Aria. I didn’t understand why she went after her. I finally asked one of the men about why Aria would come after Nico’s aunt when it came out she had been the Black Widow. That scared me shitless. Nico’s aunt was the one going around killing mafia men? That day he found out, he looked dangerous! I knew he was capable of violence that was different from other mafia men since he was into fight clubs and the brothel. Nico was a poor man’s bad guy. He could have been a good mafia Don if he could have controlled himself. But after seeing him unhinged that day, I wasn’t sure he could ever make it as a Don. Now I was starting to second guess my decision to pair with him. But I couldn’t back out now. I just had to hope he wouldn’t do anything stupid.
The day he found out, he came back home looking worse for wear. I met up with Sonny later that night to get some information. Apparently, Nico went to the brothel, Raphael’s, then later to a fight club where he stayed for several hours.
The next day, when I came down for breakfast, I overheard some of his men talking. They were on edge, and one of them, Lucio, said, “He almost killed one of the guys last night at the club.”
I knew I needed to keep my distance, but stay close enough to know what the fuck was going on.
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Over the next three weeks, I watched as Nico became another person. He was cold, rigid, and scary as hell. Even Leo seemed more on edge around him, and that man was scary himself. Gorgeous, but scary. I would occasionally hear mumblings about what was going on. It started in pieces. Even the men stopped talking to me. Including Sonny. He would still let me blow him off, or he’d eat me out, but less talking. He was on edge too, saying Nico was likely going to to something suicidal. I tried coming around when he was meeting with his men, but I was always forced away. Sometimes literally, by one of his men. Nico avoided me like the plague, and I was actually grateful for that. I didn’t want to see the violent side of him. It would make me second guess my decision of marrying him.
I couldn’t admit to Papa that I had made a huge mistake. I wasn’t sure if he would bail me out, since I went to him, suggesting, no, encouraging, the alliance. I was trying to figure out where I could go, maybe on a vacation, in case Nico did do something stupid or suicidal, I would at least be out of the area to know what the fuck was going on.
It wasn’t until the day before it happened, that I heard his plan. An ambush. On Maximo’s mansion while he was away.
That terrified me. Yes, I thought Aria Ruiz was a cunt bitch, but I wasn’t stupid enough to go up against her. And regardless of whether or not Maximo wanted her as his wife, she was, in fact, his wife. Going after her put a target on anyone’s back. Going after her on Maximo’s property was like death sentence number two.
I wanted to go home, to a safe place, but that place no longer welcomed me in. I had nowhere else to go. I had to sit and wait. And hope Nico didn’t bring a death contract on to both of us.
Chapter 7