Prince of Spies - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,36

venom torture sessions. She knew the wound was ugly and tears came to her eyes when she felt Nico kiss each and every one of her scars on his way up her body. At length, he settled over her, blanketing her with his warm length.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I can’t.”

“You must.” His voice cajoled, teasing her into doing his bidding. “Or we will lie like this all night and in such case, I cannot guarantee you will wake a virgin.”

“Nico!” She gasped at his blatant teasing, knowing Drake could hear everything, and opened her eyes directly into Nico’s hazel gaze.

He was smiling so beautifully, she felt it in her knees. He really was the most handsome man she had ever set eyes on. And the most giving.

“Drake knows, sweetheart. He knows how you’ve been treated, and he will protect you, just as I will.”

“I trust you, Nico.” Her words seemed to affect him greatly. His jaw clenched and something like hope burst in his gaze, only to be tamped down as he rolled slightly away.

“Are you all right with what just happened?”

Riki ducked her head, embarrassed to talk so openly about the scandalous things she’d just let them do to her body. But Nico tipped her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet his.

“Don’t hide, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to rush you, but you were so sweetly responsive in my arms, I couldn’t help myself. It’s perfectly normal to enjoy what we did. I only regret if I pushed you too far. Did you enjoy it?”

“You know I did.” The admission was forced from the depths of her embarrassment.

Nico beamed and kissed her deeply, rubbing himself lightly against her. When he let her up for air, she was panting once more. The man was potent.

“Good. You’ve made me very happy, Riki. Thank you.”

She knew he was talking about her daring actions before Drake arrived and she was glad Nico didn’t go into specifics with the other man present, no matter what they had just shared. Some things were meant to be private, between herself and Nico alone.

“You’re welcome.”

Drake laughed from the corner of the room. “You two are more formal than my granny.”

Nico threw a pillow at Drake, but levered himself up from the bed, tugging at his leggings as he went, covering himself. Riki felt a pang of regret when he was all tucked away. With some shock, she realized she actually wanted to see a man’s cock, wanted to lick it, wanted to own it. Not just any man’s, but Nico’s in particular.

But there was work to be done.

Riki watched Nico saunter over to the table, picking up the sword Drake placed before him. Expertly, he tested the balance as Riki scrambled to a sitting position on the bed, tugging her clothing down over her body and pulling a blanket around her shoulders for good measure.

She wasn’t normally comfortable showing her body because of all the scars. The minutes before had been an aberration caused by extreme pleasure. Pleasure so intense, her cheeks flooded with heat and her pussy with cream, just remembering it.

Nico inhaled deeply and turned to wink at her. His smile was downright wicked. Riki began to wonder just how acute dragon senses were. Could he actually smell her renewed arousal? It certainly seemed as if he could.

“This is a fine blade,” Nico nodded at Drake. “Good choice.”

Drake nodded, passing a set of knives to Nico. “Try these. There’s a fairly good swordsmith in town, willing to work quietly and not ask any questions.”

“Ah, the best kind,” Nico agreed, testing the weight of each of the blades with a critical eye. “These are fine too. Your smith is a good one. Did you manage to get anything for Riki?”

Drake grinned broadly and with a flourish, produced a bright red dress with yellow trim and enough frills to make Riki blink twice. It had a wide, tiered skirt, and a neckline that would scoop low over her breasts, but the sleeves would probably come all the way to the middle of her forearms, hiding the worst of her scars and providing some warmth. It was flamboyant but beautiful, and Riki could barely believe it was meant for her.

Nico took it from Drake with gentle hands and walked over to the bed, sitting at her side. He draped the dress over her legs.

“I want you to wear this, sweetheart. I know it’s a little showy, but we’re posing as Drake’s cousins from the Jinn. Most of the Jinn