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My Little Star Pt. 04

The dim lighting in the bar blurred the lines between reality and the distorted version of it that existed in Luna's head. Music pulsed through the air, mingling with laughter, clinking glasses, and the murmur of idle chitchat. Her fingers curled around a half-empty glass of whiskey, her third, fifth, sixth of the night? She wasn't counting.

Her eyes settled on a middle-aged guy leaning against the bar, reeking of that particular brand of crazy she hunted. He looked grimy, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, his shirt wrinkled like it had spent more time on the floor than on his body. The kind of guy who wouldn't bother asking her name.

Who wouldn't ask permission.

Who wouldn't give a damn about her pleasure or her pain.

The kind of guy who made Nico seem romantic by comparison.

"You're not seriously thinking about going home with that guy, are you?" Anna's voice cut through Luna's thoughts.

Luna didn't bother looking at her friend. "Why not?" she said, sipping her drink.

"Because he looks like he just crawled out of a dumpster." Anna's tone was sharp with frustration, but there was a hint of genuine concern beneath it. "Come on, Luna. You're stunning. Smart. You could do so much better." She trailed off, shaking her head. "That guy over there? He's trash. He's bad for you."My Little Star Pt. 04 фото

Exactly. That was the whole point.

"You don't get it."

"Then make me get it," Anna said, her voice soft now. "Because watching you do this every weekend, it's like you're trying to prove something. But to who? Him? That guy who broke your heart? The one you won't tell me about?" Anna sighed. "Luna, he's not here. He's not coming back."

Luna swirled the amber liquid in her glass, watching it catch the light. She didn't answer right away. What was wrong with her? She didn't know. She only knew that something inside her had shattered when Nico had pressed that rag to her face and vanished into the void. Or maybe she had been breaking long before that, and he had simply delivered the final, merciless blow.

Fourteen months.

Fourteen months and not a single word from him. Not a single text, or call.

Nico wasn't coming back. She knew it with the cold certainty of someone who had waited too long. But knowing wasn't the same as accepting. Accepting felt like tearing out her own heart.

Maybe he was dead. A sick part of her hoped he was. At least that would be easier to live with than the thought of him out there, living his life with some other woman.

"Luna?"

She looked at Anna. "Exactly. He's not here."

"So why not find someone decent? Why not--"

"Because that's what he wanted," Luna snapped, anger flaring suddenly, though it wasn't aimed at Anna. It was aimed at Nico. "He told me to find a good guy. And he doesn't get to decide who I date."

Her gaze drifted back to the guy across the room. He caught her staring and shot her a lazy, smug grin. That was all it took. She downed the rest of her drink and stood up.

"Luna, don't," Anna said, her voice tight with alarm. "You're better than this."

But Luna didn't stop. Anna's protests faded into the background as she moved across the room, straight toward the guy who promised nothing but a way to spite the ghost of the man who had left her.

The guy reeked of smoke and cheap cologne, his clothes stained, his face unshaven and tired-looking. Up close, he was even filthier, eyes sunken and bloodshot.

"You lost or somethin'?" he asked, his voice rough and slurred like he hadn't sobered up in days. His eyes dragged over her body, slow and shameless.

"Nah," she said, offering a playful smile. "I'm exactly where I want to be."

His brow furrowed, lips twisting into something caught between a sneer and a grin.

"Yeah? You slummin' it for kicks, huh? What's a pretty cunt like you doin' eyein' me?"

His tone was thick with disbelief, almost mocking, like he thought she was some kind of joke.

She grabbed his filthy hand and pressed it against her chest, locking eyes with him. "Does it look like I'm messing around?"

His wariness faltered. His hand stayed where she put it, squeezing hard. He let out a low, throaty chuckle, eyes narrowing with a hungry gleam. "Shit... guess you're one of those, huh? Lookin' for someone to treat you rough." His other hand came up, brushing over her ass with a painful grip. "Lucky night for me."

***

His apartment was exactly what she expected. Small, cramped, and filthy. The place reeked of stale weed and old beer cans left to rot. Dirty clothes and food wrappers littered the floor, and the sink overflowed with dishes caked in dried grime. An ashtray sat on the edge of a coffee table cluttered with old magazines and crumpled receipts, spilling ash onto the floor.

"Home sweet fuckin' home," he said, kicking a pizza box out of the way as he shut the door behind them. He yanked off his shirt, tossing it onto a chair already piled with clothes. His body was broad and soft, like a guy who might've once hit the gym but had long since given up on that. He didn't care how he looked, didn't care about the state of his place. And he assumed she didn't either.

He was right.

Her gaze swept over the room, landing on a low shelf near the mattress on the floor. He had turned away, rummaging through a cabinet. She pulled her phone from her pocket, thumbed over to the camera, and hit record. Quickly, she propped it up against a stack of old DVDs, angling it toward the stained mattress.

"So," he said, straightening up with a half-empty whiskey bottle clutched in his hand. He took a swig, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and gave her a lazy grin. "What's your deal? What kinda bitch goes home with a guy like me?"

Luna didn't answer. Instead, she dug a condom from her bag and tossed it at him. "Put it on. I want to watch you put it on. Other than that, do whatever the hell you want with me."

"Damn, you're somethin' else," he said, catching the condom. He turned it over in his fingers like he was still not sure if she was messing with him.

She pulled her top over her head, letting it drop over her purse. No bra. Just bare skin, daring him to keep questioning her.

"Shit," he breathed, his hand going to his crotch, gripping his junk roughly as he watched her.

"Come on," she said flatly. "Put it on. Or are you just gonna stand there and cum in your pants?"

The grin slipped from his face, replaced by a flash of annoyance. "Fuckin' mouth on you," he muttered, tearing open the condom wrapper. His jeans dropped to his knees, revealing a thick but short cock, already rock-hard. He worked the condom on with clumsy hands, his eyes never leaving her body as he did.

Once he was ready, he gave her a crude once-over. "Gonna make you shut up real quick."

"Can't wait," she muttered.

He didn't waste time. He shoved her down onto the grimy mattress, yanking her skirt up so it bunched around her waist. His hands gripped her thighs hard, fingers digging into her skin as he forced them apart. Even though she wanted this--or at least thought she did--her body resisted on instinct, her legs staying tense.

She wondered if he noticed her resistance or just didn't care. It didn't matter. He pried her open with rough hands, spreading her wide.

He shoved his fingers under her panties, pulling them aside without ceremony. When his fingers brushed over her, he found her completely dry. That didn't seem to bother him. With a careless spit into his palm, he smeared it over her.

Without a word, he lined himself up and pushed in, forcing himself past her tightness with a grunt of satisfaction. The sound was guttural and greedy, as though he'd been starved for this. His hands shot up to her chest, groping her breasts roughly, fingers digging into her skin. His thrusts were erratic, hard, frantic, like a man who hadn't fucked in a long time and didn't care about pacing himself.

"Tell me you love this," he panted, his rancid breath hot against her face. "Tell me you love getting fucked by this cock."

She didn't respond. Instead, she turned her head slightly, her eyes finding the lens of her hidden camera. In that moment, he ceased to exist--there was only her, the cold glare of the lens, and the man she intended to send it to.

Nico wanted her to find a good man?

Hope you're fucking happy.

Suddenly, the guy's thick fingers clamped around her jaw, yanking her face toward him.

"Say it, cunt," he growled, spitting the words like a threat.

She kept her lips pressed together in silent defiance. The slap came out of nowhere, sharp and hard, the sting spreading across her cheek like fire. She didn't flinch, didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction, only blinked.

He slapped her again, then grabbed her necklace, nearly ripping it off. Part of her hoped he would. She hated wearing the ring Nico had given her--couldn't bear it on her finger, but couldn't bear to be without it either.

"Dirty slut," he groaned. "That rock on your ring worth a pretty penny? Bet you get off lettin' dirty bastards like me touch ya. Dirty up that fancy shit you wear."

She didn't answer. There was no need. He came a second later, grunting like a dying pig, then rolled off her, falling asleep within five minutes. Luna waited for his breathing to even out before getting up and grabbing her phone.

She stopped the recording without watching it. She opened Nico's contact and sent him the video. Another text in a long line of unanswered ones. Maybe he wanted her to think the number was disconnected. Or that it belonged to someone else now.

If it had been reassigned, they'd have told her after the first few texts. And if it was disconnected--what did it matter? One more video lost in the void.

She typed a short message: What do you think, Nico? Good enough for me? Because I can find worse.

***

Wrapped in a thick hoodie and her softest pair of sweats, Luna walked barefoot across the small living room. The kettle on the stove was close to boiling, the rising steam carrying the faint scent of chamomile.

A knock came from the door. She glanced at the clock: 9 p. m. Not many people came by unannounced, especially this late. Anna would've texted first. And Nico... well, she didn't let herself finish that thought.

She crossed the room and opened the door. It was Mike, her neighbor from the second floor. He had one hand in his hoodie's pocket, looking both charmingly casual and slightly awkward. The kind of handsome that caught you off guard if you weren't paying attention--boyish smile, tousled hair, and warm eyes that darted just a bit too quickly when he got nervous.

"Hey," Mike said, his gaze flicking briefly to her wet hair. He flushed a little. "Sorry, is this a bad time?"

Luna offered a small smile. "No, not really. Just about to start a quiet night in. What's up?"

Mike shifted his weight, scratching the back of his neck. "I ran out of sugar. Thought I'd see if you had any to spare." He gave a sheepish grin that made him look even cuter. "You know, the kind of thrilling emergency you expect at 9 p. m."

Luna chuckled softly. "Sugar, huh? Lucky for you, I've got plenty."

She stepped back to let him in, and he glanced around as he entered, taking in her neatly cluttered living room: the blanket draped over the couch, the laptop on the coffee table, the various paint supplies scattered around.

"I like your place," he said, offering a small, genuine smile. "Feels very... you."

"Thank you," Luna said, moving into the kitchen to turn off the stove. She grabbed the sugar jar from a cabinet and handed it to him. "Here you go."

Mike accepted the jar but didn't make any move to leave. Instead, he leaned casually against the counter, his grin turning slightly playful. "So, Anna's been saying I should talk to you more."

Luna raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement. "Oh, has she?"

"Yup. Says I'm a 'good guy' and you could use one of those." His voice was light, teasing, but his eyes were steady on her, watching for her reaction.

I'm going to kill her. "Well, are you? A 'good guy'?"

Mike pretended to consider it, rubbing his chin in mock thought. "Well, I pay may rent on time and open doors for little old ladies. Honestly, I should be up for sainthood."

Luna laughed, a genuine sound that surprised even her. Then, like an unwanted echo, Nico's words crept into her mind: "Find yourself a good man. Someone who can make you laugh, not just cry, not just moan. Something I haven't managed since the first night we met."

Mike was exactly the kind of "good guy" Nico had told her to find, and that thought alone made her want to slam the door in his face. But really, how long was she going to keep hooking up with the worst guys just to spite someone who had forgotten she existed?

She shoved the thought aside and plastered on a playful smile.

"Good enough to stay for a cup of tea?" she asked, setting two mugs on the counter. "I was about to watch a movie. We could order pizza."

Mike blinked, caught off guard for a second before a slow grin spread across his face. "I'm trying to figure out how to say yes without making it too obvious that this was my plan all along."

"Don't worry," Luna said. "We all run out of sugar on purpose sometimes."

"I'm not saying I didn't," Mike said, leaning closer, his grin widening. "But if I did, that would make me clever, not just a good guy."

Luna smirked, handing him a mug. "You got a favorite pizza place, clever guy?"

They ordered pizza from that spot on Fifth, and the conversation flowed easily after that. They bantered about favorite toppings, argued over guilty-pleasure movies, and laughed over stories of awkward elevator rides with their landlord. It felt... normal.

Her life hadn't felt normal in so long. Maybe never.

Twenty minutes later, when a knock came at the door, Luna got up to get the pizza.

"Perfect timing," she said over her shoulder as she walked to the door, wallet in hand.

She opened it--and froze.

Nico.

Her first thought was that her mind was playing tricks on her. But no, he was standing there, pizza box in hand. Her heart slammed into her ribs. Fourteen months. Fourteen long months without a word, and here he was, looking at her like she'd somehow wronged him.

She blinked, trying to process it. He looked different--like time had sanded down the softer edges she remembered. Except for those eyes.

His eyes hadn't changed. They were locked on hers, cold but simmering with a quiet anger she didn't understand.

Nico could be a terrifying man. Her mind instantly replayed that night in the alley, when he killed her husband with the same casual ease most people reserved for picking out groceries. She didn't even realize she'd taken a step back until his eyes flicked down, catching the movement.

He didn't like that.

"Stellina," he said, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "Surprised to see me?"

She couldn't answer. Her mind reeled, trying to process the fact that he was here.

From the kitchen, Mike's voice broke through. "Hey, need a hand?"

Nico's smirk grew, but there was nothing kind in it. His gaze flicked toward the sound of Mike's voice, and his eyes darkened.

"Company?" he asked, stepping forward without waiting for permission and put the pizza box down on the sideboard.

Luna tried to find her voice, but it refused to cooperate. Part of her wanted to shut the door in his face and scream every question she'd been holding inside for the last fourteen months.

But the other part--the part that had put his ring on a chain around her neck and never once taken it off wanted something entirely different. That part wanted to throw herself into his arms and let him make everything okay again.

Mike appeared behind her. His eyes darted between Nico and Luna, catching the tension in the air. "Luna? Everything okay?"

"I'm fine, Mike," Luna said quickly. "This is Nico. An old... friend."

"Friend," Nico echoed, the word dripping with mockery. His eyes swept over Mike in a way that made it clear he didn't see him as a threat.

Mike didn't move, but his shoulders tensed visibly, his stance shifting slightly as if preparing himself for whatever was coming.

"I don't recognize you from the videos," Nico said. "Must be new."

Oh, God.

He'd seen them. Every single one of those reckless, desperate videos she'd sent him to get under his skin, to provoke a reaction, any reaction.

Shame flared hot in her chest, but it didn't last long. Anger came next--sharp, bitter anger. He had seen them. And yet, he hadn't responded. Not once. Not when she begged him to tell her if he was still alive. Not even when her messages had gone from angry, to pleading, to downright broken. He had ignored it all.

"Videos?" Mike asked.

Nico chuckled, his eyes flicking back to Luna. "What, you haven't shown him?"

"Nico, stop," Luna said quickly, her voice tight with tension. She didn't want Mike dragged into this. He had no idea what he was stepping into. "He's a good guy. He got nothing to do with this. Just leave him alone."

"A good guy," Nico repeated, ignoring her entirely as he studied Mike again. "Finally taking my advice, huh, stellina?" His voice dropped lower. "Too bad you're not a good girl anymore."

Mike's eyes narrowed, catching the edge in Nico's tone but not the full meaning. "You need to leave, man."

Nico closed the gap. "I didn't think you had it in you to go this far, just to spite me." His voice dropped even lower, dangerously soft. "I was curious to see how far you'd go."

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He leaned in, lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Turns out, you went further than I'm willing to let you go. And that's pretty damn impressive."

Luna barely listened, just leaned into him, the heat of him grounding her in a way that should've felt wrong but didn't. He felt warm, solid, safe. Everything she'd been missing.

Mike took a step forward, his expression hardening. "Alright, that's enough. I don't know what this is, but you need to go."

Nico's gaze slid to Mike. "Careful, kid. You don't want to get involved in things you don't understand."

Mike's jaw tightened. "I understand enough. I understand she doesn't want this, and that's all that matters."

Nico raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. He tilted his head slightly, his grip on Luna tightening. "You sure about that?" His eyes dragged slowly over her face, her parted lips. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like she wants this more than she wants to breathe."

"You're crazy."

Nico chuckled, low and dark, his lips brushing against Luna's ear as he murmured, "Let's see just how good he is, hmm?"

The words barely registered in Luna's mind, drowned out by the heat coursing through her body at the feel of his breath so close.

"Mike," she said, turning slightly toward him, though her voice came out breathless. "It's fine. You can go."

"I'm not going," Mike shot back, his stance firm. "And you don't look fine."

Nico's smirk was lazy, taunting, as his fingers tightened around her waist, drawing a helpless gasp from her lips. "Want to touch her pussy?"

Mike blinked. "What?"

"Would that prove it to you?" Nico continued. "That she wants this?"

"You're fucking sick," Mike spat. "I'm not--"

"Oh, but you are," Nico interrupted smoothly. "It's why you're here. You've wanted to take her from the second you laid eyes on her."

His hand slipped under her hoodie with a deliberate slowness, dragging it up inch by inch until her bare chest was fully exposed. Luna leaned into his touch, eyes half-lidded, craving more.

Mike's breath hitched despite himself, gaze dropping down. Hunger flickered in his eyes before he could hide it.

"Go ahead, call the cops. Waste your night trying to be a hero. Or..." He paused, dragging the moment out. "Come closer. See for yourself." Nico bunched the fabric in one hand, keeping her exposed, the cold air brushing her already hard nipples. "That way, when you're lying in bed later, hearing her scream my name through these thin walls... you'll understand exactly why."

 

Mike's jaw worked furiously, but his eyes betrayed him, flickering back to her. He searched her face for something--fear, hesitation, anything--but all he found was the way she clung to Nico, her body pliant, her lips slightly parted as if in anticipation.

A lump formed in Mike's throat. He swallowed hard.

"Come on," Nico murmured, his voice coaxing. "Touch her. Ease your mind. You'll sleep better tonight, trust me."

Mike took a step forward and she felt the heat of his gaze burning into her skin. She couldn't look away, not even if she wanted to. Nico's hand on her waist was like a tether, keeping her grounded to him, his fingers tracing possessive circles over her skin.

She saw Mike's hesitation, his fight against the desire eating away at him. But when his fingers finally brushed against her breast, tentative at first, Luna's nipples tightened, and Mike's doubts withered.

She felt the smirk against the top of her head as Nico whispered, "Mostraglielo, stellina. Fagli vedere quanto sei pronta."

Nico didn't think she understood, but she'd spent the last fourteen months learning. And now she knew what he demanded: Show him, little star. Show him how ready you are.

Mike's hand squeezed her breast, and Luna couldn't hold back the soft, breathy moan that escaped her lips. Whatever morals he had been holding onto shattered. He was no longer just observing; he was participating. Taking.

"One touch, one time," Nico murmured, his lips tracing the sensitive curve of her neck. His voice was a low command, playful. "Make it worth your while."

The words were barely out of Nico's mouth when Mike moved, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her sweats, brushing against the smooth skin of her bare pussy.

"Fuck," Mike groaned, his voice thick with surprise and hunger.

Nico's lips curled against her neck as he smirked. "Wet?"

Luna's breath came in shallow bursts, her pulse roaring in her ears. Mike's fingers pressed deeper, sinking into her pussy with ease.

"Yes," he muttered, voice rough. "She's soaked. Dripping down her legs."

A low, approving sound rumbled from Nico, and Luna could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her lower back.

"Take her pants off," Nico said. "Tell me what you see."

Mike didn't hesitate this time. His fingers brushed against her wetness, feeling the invitation in the warmth of her skin. He slid her sweats down, then knelt in front of her, gently lifting one of her legs to get a clearer view.

The sound Mike made was something between fascination and uncertainty. "She's..."

Nico's lips curled into a smug smile. "Raw?"

Mike nodded, confusion furrowing his brows.

"That's what I thought." Nico's arm tensed around her in a warning. "You're a bad girl, stellina. Letting all these fat pigs use you up like this. But you're not going to get sympathy from me."

Luna's chest squeezed at his words.

"You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent those dirty little videos to me, daring me to stop you. But if you thought I'd kiss it all away and make you feel better, you're wrong. You're going to suffer through it, just like I had to suffer, watching them."

With that, his grip shifted, tightening around her neck as he pushed her forward into the living room.

"I won't let you fuck her," Nico added casually to Mike, as though it were an afterthought. "But I'll let you watch."

Nico dropped into the armchair, the leather creaking under his weight. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her down, making her knees hit the plush rug.

The hoodie was yanked off her quickly, leaving her bare in front of them, except for the white knee-high socks. Mike settled on the couch across from her, his hand buried in his jeans, his focus entirely on her. His eyes traced every curve of her body.

It was funny--she noticed the unfinished cup of tea on the table beside him, its steam long gone. For a second, she almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. Was Mike a bad guy for this? Or just clever, taking whatever was offered to him?

Nico unbuttoned his slacks, the soft click of the zipper loud in the otherwise quiet room. He freed himself, his grip tightening at the base of his cock. His other hand tugged at her hair, pulling her into position.

"All night, stellina," Nico said. "That's the price. You're gonna keep me in your mouth all fucking night. On your knees, right here. It doesn't matter if I'm soft, or hard, or if I finish. You're gonna beg me with that pretty little mouth, trying to make me forget all the shit you sent me."

Luna looked up at him, their eyes locking, the challenge burning behind hers. If he thought this was a punishment--being close to him, tasting him--he was wrong. This had always been her choice.

But there was one thing she needed to know. One condition that, if not met, would erase everything else.

"Did you kiss them?" Her voice was soft but firm, and Nico's eyes narrowed slightly as he understood the weight of her question.

He knew exactly what she meant--if he had kissed anyone else, ever, she wouldn't forgive him. She'd stand up and leave. Or try to, at least.

His grin spread slowly. "Why are you asking?" he said, mocking. "I thought you'd just look into my eyes and feel it?"

"Answer me," she demanded.

"Yes, I kissed them," he said, the words like a cruel cut. "Almost every inch of their skins. Places you've never even felt me touch you."

A sharp, raw hurt bloomed inside her chest, spreading like wildfire. Luna tried to pull away, the sting of his words cracking something deep inside her. If he couldn't even keep that simple promise, then what was left?

His hand tautened in her hair, cruelly jerking her back, forcing her to look up at him. "I said almost, stellina. Almost."

His eyes held hers, burning with a truth she couldn't escape. The intensity in them was almost... vulnerable. The truth was there, raw and jagged, and it made her wonder if she was a fool for trusting it.

A tear slid down her cheek, and Nico's thumb brushed it away before guiding her slowly, deliberately toward his cock. She could feel the heat of him against her lips, the promise of more, and the thrill that twisted inside her stomach.

When the tip of his cock, slick with precum, brushed her bottom lip, she didn't hesitate. She took him in. The clean, salty, masculine taste. Her mouth was eager around him. The quiet groans he made, so raw and unguarded, pushed her further, urging her to move with him.

She could hear the sound of Mike jerking himself off in the background, the rhythmic sound of skin against skin adding to the heat in the room. Her eyes closed, her body moving instinctively as she sucked his cock. Nico's hands were there, guiding her, the tug on her hair the only thing keeping her tied to reality.

His grip tightened again, his breath coming faster as he watched her, eyes dark with something far more than lust. "Così," he murmured, his voice rough. "That's it. Keep going. Make me remember why I should forgive you."

Luna heard Mike grunt his release, but before she could look over, Nico shoved her down harder, forcing her lips to stay locked around his base. He kept her there, cutting off her air, and she gagged, choking. His thighs tensed, and she felt the sudden relief as his body pulsed against her.

A moment later, his cum spilled into her mouth, warm and thick, flooding her so quickly she couldn't swallow it all. It dripped over, sliding down the corners of her lips, but Nico held her still for a moment longer.

When he finally loosened his hold, she pulled back, gasping for breath. One breath, that was all she got, then he was already tugging her back down, forcing her to take him again.

"All night," he reminded her.

He stayed surprisingly hard, throbbing against her tongue.

It didn't take long before Luna's movements began to slow, the ache in her jaw and the strain on her neck making her falter. She didn't know if she should go faster or slower--if it even mattered. Should she pace herself, drag this out to ease her exhaustion? Or should she try to make him cum quicker, hoping he'd change his mind?

At some point, she heard the soft thud of the door closing in the hallway. She glanced toward the couch and saw that Mike was gone. Somehow, that small detail made the moment more intimate, more charged.

Now, she was truly alone with the man she had missed for fourteen agonizing months. The man she thought she'd never see again. And yet, instead of holding her, kissing her, he had her on her knees, his cock filling her mouth.

It was as though they had skipped every first step. It left her reeling, unsure of what this meant. Would he stay after this? Would he disappear again by morning? Was this just punishment?

Her mind swirled with questions, doubt clawing at her chest until her lips stilled without her realizing.

"Don't think, stellina," he said quietly. "This means exactly what you think it means."

She didn't know what she thought--only what she hoped it meant.

"I'm right here," he said, thrusting himself deep into her mouth, his tip sliding back her throat. "I can't be more here than this, baby. If you keep that mouth wrapped around me, I'll stay right here."

The promise in his words--twisted as it was--hit her like a spark. She moaned around him, the vibration making him groan low in response. His reaction spurred her on, making her want to draw more of those sounds from him.

Her lips slid down his length, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting more precum. She let him slip from her mouth with a soft pop, then dragged her tongue down to his balls. She kissed them first, gentle, teasing, before sucking one into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. Her palm squeezed around his shaft, pumping him harder in rhythm with her mouth.

Nico's groan was guttural, his grip in her hair painful. "Fuck," he murmured, voice low and strained. "Don't fucking stop."

She didn't stop until she felt him tense again. His cum hit her temple, hot and sticky, sliding down her cheek. She could still feel him pulsing in her hand, twitching as she squeezed the last of his pleasure from him.

Nico swiped the cum from her cheek. Their eyes met as he bent down, pushing his cum-smeared finger between her legs, rubbing it against her slick cunt. The way he touched her made her head spin.

She was too far gone to bring up protection or remind him she was no longer on the pill. And Nico... he didn't seem to care. His finger worked his cum into her, like he wanted to personally insure he left a permanent mark.

Slowly, she felt him soften in her palm, and she loosened her grip, letting him fall away. He grabbed the remote from the table beside them, leaning back in the chair to idly flip through the channels on her TV.

"Don't make me remind you again," he said, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Her heart sank, but she took him back into her mouth, even though he was getting soft. Her movements were sluggish, lazy, no longer driven by the urgency of before.

Slowly, she let her head fall against his thigh. She barely moved, barely did more than offer gentle licks and soft suction.

The sounds of the TV droned in the background, but her mind couldn't latch onto any of it. All night, he'd said. How was she supposed to keep this up? Her body already ached, her knees pressed into the rug too long, the cold creeping into her skin.

But Nico didn't seem to mind the idle pace. Without a word, he reached for the blanket on the couch beside him and draped it over her shoulders, the gesture startling in its simplicity. Then his hand settled on her cheek, thumb stroking her skin in lazy circles, soothing her even as she kept him in her mouth, almost completely soft now.

She no longer focused on making him finish, didn't even think about what he wanted anymore. Instead, she focused on the feel of his fingers against her skin, the rhythmic, absentminded strokes that felt... tender.

This was different. None of Antonio's men had ever put their cock into her unless they were hard, as if their worth depended on it. Even Antonio himself had refused to let her see him soft, as if his power would diminish the second he did. He'd never allowed a moment like this.

But Nico was letting her feel him like this. Soft, smaller, without pretense, without his ego demanding he stay hard all night.

Her lips barely moved now, lazily resting around his length, but he didn't seem to mind. His fingers brushed through her hair, holding her there, not just physically, but emotionally too.

Luna closed her eyes, giving him what had to be the slowest, most unexciting blowjob in the world. And yet, somehow, it was enough to keep him there. He never completely softened, hovering between readiness and relaxation.

At some point, she dozed off, lulled by the rhythm of his hand on her face and the faint hum of the TV. But when she jerked awake a little later, startled, thinking it had all been a dream, her lips found him still there--hard again, pressing against her mouth. He hadn't moved. His fist wrapped around the base of his cock, pushing the tip past her lips.

The shock of it woke her fully.

"You keep slipping away," he murmured, pinning her head down. "Stay with me, stellina. Feel me fucking your mouth."

She sucked in a breath through her nose. The lazy rhythm was gone now, replaced by his deliberate thrusts, slow but sure, each one making his cock slide deeper. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as he filled her mouth with that maddening, unhurried pace.

"Look at me," Nico said.

Luna's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. There was something that made her core clench with need in it. His tip traced the corner of her mouth where his precum had smeared, pushing it back inside her with his next thrust.

"I missed you," he murmured. "I could keep you here forever."

Her heart slammed hard against her chest. She moaned around him, trying to say everything she couldn't put into words: I missed you, too. Keep me forever.

But it seemed he already knew.

Suddenly, his hands were around her neck, firm but not squeezing, pulling her up into his lap. His mouth met hers with a ferocity that made her gasp. His kiss was all hunger and longing, and she whimpered against him, lips already swollen from the night's torment.

He chuckled softly, then he let the kiss soften into something sweeter. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving gentle nips and warm, open-mouthed kisses as he went.

When he reached the base of her throat, he bit lightly, enough to make her shiver.

"Poor baby," he murmured, voice warm, teasing. His hands slid down to her waist, guiding her as she sank down onto his cock.

A breathless sigh escaped her lips as he stretched her, sliding into her slick heat with ease. She was so worked up by now that the dull soreness barely registered.

He didn't rush, letting her adjust as he kissed along her jawline, so much more tender than she thought he could be. His fingers found the clasp of her necklace and slipped it off, setting it aside before taking the ring he had given her. Wordlessly, he slid it back onto her finger.

Her breath caught. She hadn't even thought to check if he was still wearing his. But there it was, gleaming on his hand.

She began to rock on his lap, and he kissed her again, lips brushing hers in a rhythm that matched her movements.

Between ragged breaths, she murmured, "I'm not on the pill anymore."

His cock twitched inside her as he pulled back to meet her gaze. "Doesn't matter," he said. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're... staying?"

"Si, stellina," he said softly. "I'm staying."

Her eyes stung with tears. "But you said I wasn't the girl for you."

He gripped her tightly as he thrust up into her. "For better or worse," he said, a little melancholic, "you've shown me that you can be. That you'll dive into hell, with or without me."

The videos. The reckless things she'd done to prove she didn't need or deserve a "good guy."

He cupped her cheek with one hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he thrust up again, doing all the work for her. All she had to do was surrender and let him take her.

"And I'd rather go with you," he continued, "hit rock bottom with you, than let you do it alone."

Her chest tightened, and she tried to speak, but all that came out was a trembling, "Are you disappointed?"

"Yes," he said bluntly. "I'm fucking disappointed. And angry." His next thrust was harder, more forceful, punctuating his words. "So fucking angry with you. I wanted better for you. Better than me."

She shook her head, her fingers threading through his hair as she leaned in close. "I don't want better. I want you."

"You deserve better, stellina."

She shook her head. "What more do I need to do for you to see that I don't? What, do I have to kill someone?"

His forehead pressed against hers, and he let out a low chuckle--a sad, weary sound. "No, stellina," he murmured. "But I'll have to be better. If you're so damn determined to climb down to hell for me, I'd be a coward if I didn't try to meet you halfway."

Her lips curved into a small, hopeful smile. "Are you saying you're going to be..." She arched a teasing brow. "... a good guy?"

He grunted, clearly unimpressed by the label, but his answer came without hesitation. "I'll fucking try."

She laughed, a genuine sound, light and free, because she couldn't imagine it--Nico as a good guy. Not after everything.

"Impossible," she teased softly.

"And yet," he said, "here you are, laughing in my arms." He sealed the unspoken promise with a kiss--deep, slow, and filled with the kind of heat that only came from finally holding something you thought was lost forever.

*The End*

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know when you enjoyed this. It makes a difference. xx

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