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Your love has transformed me.

Your existence carved mine.

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(before the Ryan talk)

He watched her disappear into a darkened corridor with far too much apprehension. It wasn’t so much where she was going – the snaking hallways and hidden nooks in the ancient house’s centuries old footprint had been mostly explored and deemed safe – it was the way the sway of her hips and the coy glances over a smooth brown shoulder hit him so squarely in the gut and stole the wind from his lungs.

Isobel Haven had come to the Castle alongside the Boss’s little love. Noone had been particularly surprised when Ryan had brought the boy into the fold within barely heartbeats of finding him. Their intensity was a replay of Skye and her lover Kiosho, a whirlwind affair that had already produced one child and opened the door for Ryan to take point on the Family Business. It had been echoed in Rourke being sent to collect The Cook, only to return with the wife of his heart on his arm. The O’Riain’s fell fast. They fell hard, and they didn’t let anything get between them and the love that was due to them.

Nico wondered if he was allowed to be the same. His family were gone now but history told him his parents were a match that had been slow to bloom. It had ended in a tragedy that sometimes made Nico wonder if it could reach through time and stain whatever he touched. Isobel wasn’t supposed to have captured his attention – she was Luca’s best friend, his childhood companion, and sometimes lover. Their bond wasn’t something Nico could ever hope to understand so he didn’t bother to try. He just knew she was important.

He simply hadn’t expected she would become so important to him too.

“You shouldn’t go in there,” he heard himself say to the retreating figure. Her dress was hardly suited to the Scottish chill but he couldn’t ignore the flush of pleasure he’d felt when she had emerged from her rooms in the guest wing wearing a designer dress she had picked out on a foray into Italy when she had accompanied him on a trip to see the Italian orchestra. It had swirled around her thighs as she spun.

“Luca says this is the oldest part of the house. Some of the staff say it’s haunted. Are you afraid, Mr Morrisini,” she teased him. Her green eyes danced with mischief.

Anyone else he would have scowled and ordered them back but her sense of adventure had captivated him. She was always willing to explore, always willing to look behind the curtain. Their weekend in Florence had been the most enlightening visit he had ever had to the city – a city he thought he knew like the back of his hand, until Isobel had taken his arm and pulled him along into streets he’d never thought to venture down. They’d found an out of the way gallery, a tiny café and beautiful gardens and he’d watched her daintily lick a dollop of gelato off spoon after spoon because she couldn’t decide which one she liked best so he’d ordered one of each just because he could.

“Not afraid,” he grunted, unwilling to admit he knew he was already in danger of losing his heart. He was falling hard for this girl, but he didn’t know if he would be allowed to have her. Too many times he’d caught Luca eyeing him, a hard glint in the boy’s eye when Nico found himself venturing into Isobel’s space, reminding him that whatever he and Isobel had been building in the spaces left over between Luca and Ryan, Isobel was Luca’s first.

The thought alone made him privately seethe and he hated himself for the disloyal thoughts. He respected Ryan, the man that had pulled him out of the fire and given him a life and a purpose and a family. He respected Luca too, by virtue of the way the boy held himself in the face of Ryan’s storm and matched it with his own. There would be no Boss without his little wife now, but Nico didn’t like how Isobel had come to the Castle at Luca’s side – then had been regulated to the scraps of Luca’s attention when the Boss was simply too busy.

Isobel deserved more than that. More than waiting around for Luca to realise she was close. She deserved to be put first. She deserved to be worshipped. Like a queen, a goddess-

“Nicky-“ her bright laugh startled him out of his thoughts. “I can go on my own. You don’t have to follow me. If you’re scared, that is.”

“I’m not scared,” he growled again. It was dark in the corridor and they came to a stop in front of a heavy wooden door. Cobwebs caught in the corners and the air held a distinctly musty smell. In here, he could easily imagine they had been thrown back in time, in the bowels of some eerie castle. “I just have better things to do.”

She laughed again, clearly not buying it and giving him a look that told him exactly that. Why would she? She knew his schedule and his duties as well as he did by this point. “Mmhm.”

Soft hands reached for the wooden door, dancing over the surface before she tried the handle. It rattled, but the door didn’t budge.

She strained as she tried to push at it. “It won’t open.”

“Let me try.”

Nico didn’t wait for an answer, pressing up behind her and placing his massive hands on the wooden door. For a second his brain fizzed. He wasn’t thinking about the door, only at how her perfect ass was resting against his hip, how he only had to turn slightly to rest his instantly half hard cock behind his pants right there in the cleft of her backside.

All at once, the air seemed to be sucked out of the space. Even her breath hitched and Nico became acutely aware of how close she was. How supple and fragrant and hot her skin was.

Fuck. He wanted her.

He forgot about the door, grabbed her hips instead. He pulled her back, savoring the sharp gasp that escaped her as he ground his bulge into her ass through the thin material of her dress. One of his hands clutched at her breast, leaving no doubt as to how much he ached for her.

He kissed her neck as she tipped her head back and whispered his name.

“I have never wanted anything like I want you,” he breathed against her skin. He was rock hard now, aching in the confines of his pants. Her body was languid and smooth in his arms, open and inviting. “You’re all I can think about.”

Her hand came up, hooking against the back of his neck as she arched further into him. “I want to be yours, Nicky. Sir.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, fighting the rush of blood in his ears. He felt like he was on the verge of being knocked out, he was dizzy and hard and he needed her. “Yeah. You’re fucking mine, alright babygirl. I’m gonna keep you.”

“All yours,” she whispered between the kisses he pulled her head back for and the impatient hand he shoved under her dress. She deserved more than this, he knew that, but they both needed this.

He touched her core, thrilled at the slick he found there then planted her hands against the door. Within a second, he’d ripped her panties away and freed himself. A second after that, he was sinking into her and pulling her back onto his aching dick.

“Fuck,” he groaned into her ear as he felt her body clench around him. Hot and perfect and his. This was the part of him he had been missing. He held himself still, letting her adjust, listening to the sounds she made as she rocked herself on him before pulling her against him. He sank in even deeper, forcing her up onto her tippy toes as she whimpered. Sometimes he wondered if it hurt her, the width of him inside her, stretching her, bumping her deepest places but she never complained. His entire world shrank down to them in front of the door at the end of a dark corridor, her perfect body impaled on his cock, his arms tight around her waist and his hands full of her breasts. His mouth whispered against her and his ears recorded every one of her moans. “You’re so fucking perfect, Izzy. I love you.”

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[Seducing You] I made pasta.

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Beautiful girl. You complete me.

You're my home. I didn't know the meaning of the word full until I felt you throb inside of me. You're where I belong.

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I can't wait to taste you again, babygirl. Come find me.

Can I sit on your face Sir? It's such a pretty fucking face. I want to put my pussy on it. 🤭

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He squeezed her throat but it only made her inner walls clench more tightly around his throbbing cock.

"You feel so fucking good, babygirl."

He stroked a thumb along her jaw as her eyes rolled back in her head. He squeezed again, more pressure that cut off her moans. "I want to feel you gush for me," he whispered against her ear. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel it!"

It was like a rollercoaster, maybe a waterfall. Isobel wasn't even sure what was happening but Nico woke primal things inside her body that continued to surprise her. He used that word. Gush. And she did. Her body tightened and convulsed in ways that only sweetened the pleasure of his warm heavy grip on her neck and the sweet pressure release built to the point of begging. Her nails dug into him, all breath stopped. But still Nico only pounded her sopping wet pussy harder as she came undone around him. Isobel didn't even notice the puddle of warmth and wetness beneath them until Nico had carried her into the shower.

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I want to be your favorite place to cum. You should never have to empty yourself anywhere less warm and tight again. I want you dripping down my thighs by the time you're done.

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Kinda miss your boobs. Will you let me rub my cock on them sometime?

-Lx

literally any time what are you doing right now im bored

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I want bruises the shape of my hands on your ass, babygirl. You deserve it, don't you think?

I'm SO glad you think so. I think so too. I don't want to be able to sit down without being reminded of you.

Also I think I deserve your hands around my neck while I cum. Yeah. I definitely deserve that one in addition too.

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Good things are coming, babygirl. I promise.

Its sort of silly but I'm most excited to be at the point where I can just hold you and you can just hold me and we can just. You know. I love you Nico.

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Beautiful girl. You belong to me.

You and only you. Forever now.

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When I get back, I expect you on your knees, head down and ass up ready for me. Like a good little kitten.

She’d insisted the gate guards let her know the moment the wheel’s of Nico’s bright blue Ferrari touched the estate grounds. She’d woken up late, shared a buffet of sweets and warm drinks with Luca, and then spent the rest of the day taking her time with self-care and grooming. They’d fed each other caramels and made out in the spa after giving each other some version of a massage before Izzy sat naked but for her golden collar directly in Luca’s lap as they took turns doing each other’s make up.

She’d insisted the gate guards let her know the moment the wheel’s of Nico’s bright blue Ferrari touched the estate grounds and they didn’t let her down.

“You look hot.” Luca kissed her cheek softly. “He’s gonna lose it.”

Isobel leaned into it, breathing in the distinctly sweet smell of his breath and his soft skin. One hand stroked through his curly hair with a loving smile fit to her face. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” She teased him.

“Only every single day.”

“Don’t you forget it.”

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Her bare feet, covered only in the impossibly tiny mesh of her fishnet stockings, padded down the hall to the bedroom where Nico would know to find her. Whether it was the exertion or the excitement or the simple rush of heat and desire that flooded through her body and soul every single time he gave an order, but Isobel’s heart was racing, her chest all but heaving as she climbed into the massive bed, and positioned her body into the perfect presentation.

She could smell her own arousal, bent with her face pressed into the clean sheets but her most private parts exposed to the room and the cool Scottish air. She ached for him, getting wetter with every baited breath. How would he take her? Would he build it up or will he make it hurt? Her mind absolutely swam with possibilities until the sound of heavy footsteps stole her breath.

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Love you, Izzy. Thanks for being just as horny and as fucked up as me ❤️

-Lx

PS. Come help me paint my nails and I'll let you ride me until Nico gets home ;)

We're not fucked up, we're perfect and I love you too, goose. What color are you thinking? What's the vibe we're going for? Could I try to ride you while painting???

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Nico had made good on his promises, kissing Isobel’s neck, trailing his full lips down her heaving chest and grazing his warm tongue over her sensitive peaks while his thick fingers worked her open. The barely-there bikini had been pushed aside, and Nico had coaxed one juicy orgasm out of Izzy already, murmuring to her in whispered Italian, showering her with praise and filthy encouragement as she rocked her shaking hips into his skilled hands, desperate to ease the aching of her throbbing clit against the warm, solid heel of his hand.

Nico cursed but never stopped when Isobel clenched, sobbed, and gushed around him, gasping for breath. “I need you now,” she could only plead, taking advantage of the small distance between them as Nico had withdrawn to inspect the mess she’d made of his tailored cuffs, even rolled up as they were. Isobel felt dizzy headed, ecstatic at the way her glisten on his skin seemed to stir a familiar heat in him. Izzy was in his lap a heartbeat later, using one hand to pull the offending bikini bottoms to the side and the other to free Nico’s cock from his pressed trousers.

He adjusted them both, but made no move to protest or slow her down, only sighing into her hair, palming the soft swell of both of her breasts, and watching her stunning green eyes as her slim hand finally wrapped around him. Ever since day one it had been like their bodies were carrying secrets they couldn’t yet understand. The way they fit together.

The only reason she didn’t lean to kiss his perfect mouth, open with wonder and waiting as she reached beneath her to stroke her lover’s rock hard cock. She could feel the bead of slick already pooling at his massive tip and instead of wasting any more of it on her fingers, gripped the base of his impossibly thick cock and swirled the tip through her shockingly slick folds, spreading his precum and mixing it with her own lubricants.

“Mia starlina,” Nico crooned between nuzzling, sucking, and nipping at her sensitive flesh. God she needed to cradle his head to her chest while he throbbed inside of her but even with his earlier preparation, the massive size of his solid mushroom head notched and already stretching at her opening, stole every bit of her focus. Nico kissed the gasp from her lips, exercising saintly patience with her slow movements.

“Fuck, Nicky-“ A small grunt left her. She adjusted herself in his lap, attempting to adjust. “God its so fucking big.”

“Mmmm,” came Nico’s response. He leaned back slightly, enjoying what he could of the holy view. It had been too long since they’d been this way, alone and without any social or political barriers between them. He had every intent to right that wrong. “You can take it, Kitten.”

“Sir,” Isobel gasped a non-thinking reply. Nico shut her brain off in the most divine ways. Nothing but the feel of his solid warmth under and all around her and the glorious way his cock worked her open and held him snug and hot and slick inside her body. She closed the final few inches between them, letting her soft mouth fall into a perfect O as she slammed her shaking hips down, forcing the length of him into her. “Fuck- God- Nico,” Izzy sobbed, shaking more as her body stung and ached in all the right ways, adjusting to the intrusion that she never wanted to end.

“That’s my girl.”

He eyes crossed. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. The whole world ceased to exist except for in all of the places where their skin touched. “I am your girl, Mr. Morrisini.” She breathed her oath against his lips, green eyes smiling. “All fucking yours.”

I fantasize about you pulling this little yellow bikini to the side and slipping your thick fingers inside me

It doesn't have to be a fantasy. How many can you take, kitten, before you juice all over them? Let's find out.