Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168

Nico

Hell, and he liked it.

Lola was molten against him, check to his collarbone, pulse a frantic bird against his throat. Enzo’s hands were steady and sure, moving with a patience that made Nico want to tear the toom apart and also never more again.

Punishment. Not bruises–worse. Presence. Being this close while Enzo worked below the line of sight, while Lola breathed his name and trembled in Nico’s arms. He deserved it. He hated it. He needed it.

“Look at me,” Enzo said to her, and she did. Nico watched the trist pass between them like current. He felt useless and necessary in the same breath. He was the wall. He was the thing that kept her upright while Enzo made the rest of the world fall away.

“Okay?” Nico asked her, because he had to hear it from her mouth and not just read it in her eyes.

“Yes,” she said, and it rang like a bell in his bones.

o’s hip. The adjustment pressed her more firmly to him–slick skin, heat, a soft weight against his Enzo guided her thigh higher around Nico’s chest that dragged a groan out of him he couldn’t swallow. He was respectable, sure. He was still a man. The woman he loved was naked and pressed on him for the first time–every breath a reminder–and there was no universe where he wasn’t hard about it. It was humiliating and holy at once.

Lola’s mouth tipped up toward his. A silent asking. He didn’t make her ask twice.

She kissed him like she’d been deprived of oxygen and finally remembered how to breathe. Deep, messy, hungry. He met her with equal hunger, one hand coming instinctively to cradle the back of her head, mindful of stitches, the other braced under her thighs as Enzo’s hands commanded from behind. Her chest flattened to his with every inhale; the soft press of her breasts against him fuzzed his vision around the edges. Each small movement turned the screw tighter. He groaned into her mouth; she swallowed it like a secret.

This is punishment. This is penance. It’s also the only thing that’s made sense in days.

Enzo’s voice came like a thread from below. “Good,” he

be murmured

to Lola, approval curling the word “That’s it.”

Nico tried not to shake. He’d never wanted to break and worship the same person simultaneously. He wanted to haul Enzo up and punch him for weaponizing patience; he wanted to beg him not to stop. He wanted to take Lola and shield her from everything; he wanted to help her drown the past in pure sensation.

She shivered and tightened her arms around his neck. “Nico,” she gasped against his mouth. It wasn’t a question. It was a homecoming. He kissed her through it, through the small, shaking breaths and the way her muscles fluttered in his hold. He didn’t need to see anything to know what Enzo was doing he could feel the aftershocks in his own banes,

Her breath slowed, steadier now, ribs easing against his chest. Then her gaze lifted–straight to Enzo,

“I want to taste,” she whispered, raw.

Enzo stilled. Then his mouth curved–dark pride, dark permission–and when she pulled him down, the kiss was fierce, claiming. She moaned into him, taking her own pleasure from his tongue, swallowing the echo of what he’d given her.

When she finally pulled back, her gaze slid to Nico. He froze, caught between fury and need, but Lola didn’t give him a choice. She kissed

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him just as hari, Tips still slick from Enzo, sharing herself second lund.

Nice groaned like she’d gutted him. His grip on her thighs tightened; his jaw trembled against hers, it wasn’t just a kiss, it was torture intimacy, devotion–all pisured straight into his mouth.

She’s binding us. Right here. Right now.

“Beautiful,” he heard himself say. It was for her. For this. For the terrible, perfect fact of what they were becoming

The tremor ran through her again, lenges this time, and he simply took 11, hearing her weight, shoulders locked. Enzo’s hands settled at her hips as if to say: There. Come back when you can. She dil, gradually; her breath evened, her forehead fell to Nico’s, and for a long moment the shower’s patter was the only sound.

Enzo adjusted the spray warmer, gentler. The steam rose like absolution

They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Nico felt the shift something that could bind them instead,

It when the h

heat receded from something that could burn them down into

He pressed his mouth to her temple, “Good morning,” he managed, raw and oddly shy.

She laughed–cracked, joyous, alive. “Good morning.”

Enzo’s mouth curved. “We’re not done with morning,” he said, wicked–soft.

Nico looked at him over Lola’s shoulder. There wasn’t triumph in Enzo’s eyes so much as promise. A line crossed, yes–but also a road ahead, ugly and beautiful in equal measure.

He tightened his hold around Lola and found his voice. “Both,” he said, quiet but clear, making it real outside of thought for the first

time.

Enzo’s nod was small and absolute. “Both.”

Never none.

the now shape of them–and didn’t try t over all three of them–bruises, vows, Nico drew a breath that didn’t hurt and let the water sheet to imagine the next hour or the next fight. He could do this. He could learn this. For her. With him.

He kissed her again, slower now, and felt her answer with the

same certainty.

Lola

His mouth was soft, slow, pulling her back into breath one kiss at a time. She felt his devotion, his steadiness–but behind it, Enzo’s promise still burned. We’re not done with morning,

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