I Want To Be Yours by D.M. Mortier

unfair to ask but I need you, tesoro ,” he murmured close to her ear.
    Mari gathered as much strength as she could. Desire was not going to rule her actions again. She had to remember the baby—and Nico. This wasn’t good for any of them. She shook her head sadly, “Nico, I can’t.”
    He went to interrupt, but Mari placed a finger to his lips to silence him.
    “We had this discussion last month and my stance hasn’t changed. I can’t be less than who I am and settle for an affair with a guy who thinks he can pick me up when he wants to play and put me down when he is too busy or otherwise occupied. I won’t be your mistress, Nico,” Mari whispered adamantly.
    “I’m not asking for an affair or for a mistress. In fact, I’m not asking you for any relationship. I simply want you, this minute, tonight.” Nico put some space between them, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m not asking for more than that.”
    His request floored her.
    “No promises, no relationship, no future. I want you and you want me. There’s no need to make this any more complicated than that.” His molten gaze never wavered from hers.
    “There’s no point to this, Nico,” she reasoned. “It doesn’t matter what either of us want. There’s nothing in it for any of us. You’re not offering me anything I can’t get from any other guy here tonight.” Mari was firm and emphatic. She was proud of how in control she sounded, when in fact she was anything but.
    “But you don’t just wanna be theirs, do you? You want to be mine.” Nico smirked.
    “You bastard!” Mari hissed in disbelief, but without any real anger.
     
    Yes, I know I am a bastard for doing this to her. But he stubbornly refused to let her reject him. His masculinity had suffered significant blows in the past few months. Fuck no, not tonight! She wasn’t walking away from him, and he would use whatever weapon he had at his disposal. If she wanted to pretty this up with love, then so be it.
    “Don’t deny me tonight, baby. I need you,” he whispered huskily in her hair.
    Nico felt her struggle, the violent shivers of her body. He was through trying to reason with her. Drowning in unrelenting lust, he was blind to any objection, risk, or obstacle. Logic was no longer a possibility. He’d never felt this raw desire to possess a woman, to own her, lose himself in her. He pulled her even closer to him, ensuring she felt the pulsing steel her proximity elicited. Nico fought for control, but the feelings clamoring through him were wild, unprincipled, refusing to be suppressed. He placed one hand on her bottom, and the other crept inside her blouse. He reached under her bra and palmed her naked, firm breast.
    She wavered unsteadily in his arms. He tightened his hands around her, holding her upright.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Nico whispered, ruthlessly tweaking her hard nipple with the rough pad of his thumb. He was determined to keep her blind with desire for him as he navigated their exit.
     
    Mari was consumed by Nico. His need became her need, his want her want. She had no fight left in her. She wanted to be the one to fulfill his needs. She hated that weakness, but she couldn’t suppress it.
    Mari had no memory of Nico getting them out of the club and in the back seat of his car. She shuddered to think what the guys thought of their frantic exit. She could only hope they were so busy with other women, they wouldn’t have noticed what was going on with their boss.
    As soon as the door of Nico’s chauffeur-driven Mercedes closed, he pulled her into his arms and took her lips in a fierce kiss. “I’ve waited all day for this,” he murmured before devouring her lips again.
    Mari was with him all the way. She straddled his lap, her pencil-straight skirt hiked up to the tops of her thighs. Nico reached inside her drenched panties and glided a finger gently on her engorged clit, over and over again.
    An avalanche of lust swamped her. Sensually writhing against