Nanny for the Don: An Age Gap, Billionaire Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
Nanny for the Don: Chapter 24

I’m alone again, and as soon as the silence wraps around me, that damn scene from the basement crashes back into my mind. I can see it so clearly—the man tied up, blood trickling down, Nico standing next to him with that awful tool, ready to make him suffer more. The memory makes my stomach churn, the bile rising in my throat.

It’s not just the violence, it’s the contrast that’s tearing me up inside.

How can Nico, the same man who’s so tender with his girls, so loving and gentle with me, be capable of something so dark? The question gnaws at me. Who is this man?

I look down, placing my hand on my belly, and the weight of it hits me all over again. Whatever darkness is inside of him, it’s a part of me now, too. Part of the baby growing inside me. The thought makes my chest tighten, the anxiety swirling in my head.

What am I supposed to do? I’m trapped between two versions of Nico—the loving father and lover, and the man capable of unspeakable things.

I don’t have answers, but I know one thing for sure: this choice I have to make is going to change everything.

I watch the snow falling harder, piling up outside. With each inch that builds, the chances of me leaving slip away. But if I’m being real, it’s not just the snow keeping me here.

Olivia’s words keep bouncing around in my head: women like us are drawn to this life. Is that actually true? Is there some part of me that replaces Nico’s dark side… appealing? The thought sends a weird rush through me, one I can’t totally shake.

Before I can untangle it, I hear heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. My heart skips a beat, and I don’t even need to look to know it’s Nico. He’s coming, and I have no idea what I’m going to say.

He steps into the kitchen, and immediately, there’s something different about him. He’s always been huge—built like a damn tank—but right now, he feels even bigger, more imposing.

More dangerous.

Maybe it’s because now I know who he is, what he’s capable of.

I clear my throat, trying to shake off the feeling. “How are the girls?”

He steps closer, his presence dominating the room. “Both sleeping soundly,” he says, his voice low and rich, like it’s wrapping around me, pulling me in.

Even his voice is a weapon. It hits me like a warm blanket, melting whatever resistance I thought I had left.

I want him. There’s no denying it. My brain’s screaming at me to run, but my body? My body’s already made the decision to stay.

Nico moves closer, standing over me, and suddenly the room feels smaller—like the only thing that exists is him. It’s so quiet, I swear I can hear the soft whisper of snow falling outside, but inside, my heart is pounding. My body’s buzzing, every nerve alive, and I know he can sense it. I’m practically radiating need, and it’s only getting stronger with every second.

Finally, I take a deep breath.h, my voice shaky as I ask, “Can you take me to my room?”

He smirks, just a hint of it curling his lips.. “I give the orders, remember?” he says, his voice low and commanding. “You come to my room.”

My throat dries up, and all I can do is nod, unable to form another word. He grabs my hand, pulling me gently along behind him, and the contact alone sends a shiver down my spine. .

He leads me out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and I follow without question, feeling like I’m being driven by pure, animal need. Every step, every glance back from him, only makes me want him more.

I stop dead when we get to his room—a fire crackling in the fireplace, filling the space with a warm, cozy glow. Did he plan this? Like he knew I’d end up here, like he knew I’d want him?

“You’re bold.”

He smirks, totally unfazed. “I know.”

He shuts the door behind us, and the soft click sends a jolt of heat through me. He moves to the edge of the bed, sitting down, and I swear his eyes on me feel heavier than they should. Like he’s undressing me with that stare alone.

His gaze sweeps over me, slow and deliberate, making me feel like I’m the only thing in the room that matters.

“Take off your clothes. s,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Slowly.”

My breath hitches, but tThere’s no hesitation. I start peeling off my clothes, doing exactly what he wants, all while feeling his eyes roam over me like they’re touching my skin. By the time I’m down to just my bra and panties, I can barely think straight. My whole body’s on fire, humming with this need that’s all too real.

“Come here,” he says, his tone leaving zero room for debate..”

I make my way over to him, purposely swaying my hips a little more than usual, knowing he’s watching my every move. I can practically feel his eyes eating me up. The tension is thick, electric, and by the time I reach him, I’m already soaking wet.

He grabs me by the hips and pulls me close, the sudden contact sending a jolt of excitement through me. I can feel his hardness pressing against me through his pants, and it takes everything in me not to let out a shaky breath..

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, like he already knows the answer but wants to hear me say it.

I bite my lip, feeling the tension build even more. “It turns me on to know I make you so hard.”,” I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darken, that smirk of his returning. “I want to see how turned on you are.”

I blink, my pulse quickening. “Oh, I’m very turned on.”

“Lay on the bed,” he orders. As I lay down, he gets up, walking over to the chair beside the bed and sitting down, watching me like a predator ready to pounce. “Take off your panties,” he commands, his voice deep and steady.

I slide my panties off, feeling the cool air hit me as I toss them aside. His eyes roam over me, taking in every inch. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, and I smile slowly at him.

But then his voice drops even lower. “Touch yourself.”

I hesitate, feeling a little embarrassed. But just like before, this isn’t a suggestion—it’s an order. Slowly, I let my hand slide down between my legs, the heat of my own touch mixing with the intensity of his gaze.

And just like that, I’m lost in the moment.

I start touching myself, fingers slipping between my legs, slow at first. My breathing hitches as I get into a rhythm, dipping my fingers inside myself to gather my juices and then circling my clit, building the tension inside me.

Nico watches me, his eyes burning with the intensity that always drives me crazy.with desire.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with heat.. “Let whatever comes to mind take over.”

I do as he says, letting the darkness behind my eyelids pull me in. My thoughts immediately flash to him taking me in all sorts of ways, the roughness, the passion, the way he always knows exactly what I need. My fingers move faster, the pleasure building.

He must sense it, because he leans in, his voice rough but seductive. “Come for me.”

And that’s all it takes. My body arches, and I fall over the edge, shuddering as the orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of pleasure leaving me breathless.

I take one deep breath, then another, trying to ground myself after what just happened. I can’t believe how hard I made myself come. As I’m still catching my breath, Nico rises from his chair and pulls off his shirt, revealing his chiseled body. My mouth practically waters at the sight of him.

His eyes drift down, and I notice them lingering on my belly for just a second. My heart skips a beat. Does he know? There’s no way—I’m too early to be showing. But it’s like he can sense it somehow, and the thought makes my pulse race even faster.

He steps closer, his voice impossibly deep and full of raw, dangerous energy. “I’m going to take you,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Claim you. Make you mine. All mine.”

I’m practically soaking the sheets below me, ready for him.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“So ready,” I whisper, feeling the heat build between us all over again..”

At this moment, there’s no hesitation.

I’m completely his.