“Probably. But that’s not a conversation I wanna have with my brother.”
Nicoli spun me around, pushing me up against the wall and dropping his hands so I could see him.
“Do you…like that stuff?” I raised a brow, my gut tugging at the thought. I didn’t want to deprive Nicoli if he shared his brother’s fetishes, but I didn’t think I’d ever want to be chained and whipped for pleasure. Not when I’d experienced the real thing.
He shook his head, leaning in and pushing his knee between my thighs to pin me in place. “You’re all I need. Fuck toys and games. I don’t need any of that, I just need you and your voice and your scars, baby doll.”
I smiled, relaxing as I wound my fingers around his neck and tip-toed up to graze my lips over his ear. “You can have them all.”
The intercom buzzed and my back hit the wall, my heart jolting at the noise. He frowned, brushing his thumb along my jaw before kissing me sweetly to chase away my demons. We walked back to the front room and I moved to sit back on the couch as he headed to answer it.
I hated that I couldn't react normally to normal things. Nicoli was so patient with me, but all of this newness was hard. Up on the mountain, it had just been us, even if my enemies had been lurking close by. Down here in the city, there were countless people I had to interact with, what if I never fit in right? What if Nicoli got used to being back in society and I never did? What if he got tired of waiting for me to adjust?
I dug my toes into the soft couch as I took steady breaths to push away my anxiety. It wasn’t long before a woman strolled in wearing high heels then ushered someone in behind her. A porter carried two large suitcases and the woman tossed her raven hair as she looked to Nicoli.
"I'll have the closets arranged for you in no time, sir." She fluttered her lashes at him and my upper lip peeled back on a snarl as she strode through the room, her heels clicking across the floorboards. When she glanced my way, her perfectly shaped eyebrows jumped up, but she quickly turned back to face the direction she was headed in, increasing her pace as the porter hurried after her.
Nicoli pushed the door closed, running a hand over his hair. "You'll have your own clothes now," he said. "If you want them."
I nodded keenly, getting up and climbing over the back of the couch. I loved wearing Nicoli's shirts sometimes, but I really longed for some underwear and some pants that fit. I headed down the hall into the room Frankie had offered me, finding the guy unloading one of the suitcases and handing items into the woman who stood in the large closet.
"Don't crease it Raul!" she admonished as he passed her a white cami.
They worked efficiently and were already through half the bag as I moved silently onto the bed to watch them work, wanting to get a closer look at everything. When the woman was done, she ushered Raul away again with the second suitcase. "Take it to the next room along the hall."
He hurried to obey and the woman headed after him, but shrieked as she spotted me there on the bed. "Oh – my apologies." She bowed her head, her eyes roaming over Nicoli's shirt swamping my body then down to the scars on my legs. She give me an uncomfortable smile then hurried away and when she left, I looked to those same scars with my stomach twisting.
How am I ever going to blend in when I’m always going to have to wear these?
I pushed the thought away as I slipped off of the bed, hurrying into the closet and heading straight to the set of drawers at the back to find the underwear. I pulled open the top one and my breath hitched as I found the most lavish, delicate things waiting for me there. Thongs, G-strings, little frenchies - even a few that were crotchless. Oh my god.
My cheeks burned as I hunted for something more practical, but all I found were transparent bras or push-up ones, stockings, garters, more lace and silk and sexiness.
Well...guess I'm wearing these then.
I took a black bra made entirely of lace and a pair of frenchies to