Page 61 of Ferocious Nightmare

I was wearing a white, satin and lace dress. Perfectly virginal, except for my cherry red Chanel lipstick and Louboutin stilettos.

I strode to his desk, calmly placing my palms on the top, and leaned over.

The V-neck of my dress was low enough to show a flash of my cleavage, enough to entice but not to easily partake. "I have a proposition for you."

His eyes lingered on my breasts for a moment and his nose flared. I wondered if he could smell Coulter’s cum.

Coulter cleared his throat and stood next to me. He reached forward to take my wrist and guide me to the sofa, but I slapped his hand away, giving Nero a cheeky grin. "Coulter, I'd like to talk to your father. Alone.”

"Aster," Coulter growled. "That's not--"

"I didn't ask for permission."

I heard his grunt of disbelief and saw Nero's grin in response.

"She says she wants to speak alone, son. Leave.” When Coulter didn’t move, he barked out, “Before my guards make you."

The room turned an icy chill but Coulter, reluctantly, nodded. "I'll be right outside the door."

I waited until I heard the door shut before I straightened. Walking around Nero's desk, I leaned against the edge, in between his chair and the desk.

He leaned back, a cruel smile forming on his face as his eyes lowered.

He took his time now, his eyes lingering on my body. He took in my breasts, then down my waist, to where my dress inched up my legs. His gaze settled on my crotch, and I imagined he was letting his imagination go without restraint.

I let him take his time, picturing whatever he wanted.

It was disgusting, but I needed him to want me badly enough that he would give in to my demands.

He pulled his chair forward, his fingers inching towards my thighs. Grinning, I grabbed his wrist, holding it tight. “Now, you’re just embarrassing yourself.”

His eyes met mine, his line pressed into a frown. “You came to me." He glanced towards the door, where I was certain Coulter was hovering. “Even though my son doesn't seem too pleased."

"Your son is a child, not a man. He won’t have any say in this."

He jerked his wrist from my grip but didn’t move back. Instead, he stood up, looming over me. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You didn't seem to have that opinion the other day, when you practically fucked him in the elevator."

I raised a shoulder. "He knows how to make me come. The question is…” I leaned back to sit on his desk and parted my legs. It was my turn to do a full body scan, my eyes lingering on the crotch of his pants as if I couldn’t quite make out an outline of his penis, “…can you?"

At this, he stiffened. "If you're asking how experienced I am with women, I have three sons— “

Suddenly the vibrator inside me came to life, and I grit out my next words, trying to ignore the shooting sensations through me. “Making babies isn’t the same thing as pleasuring a woman. I'm not asking you if your sperm knows how to swim.” I tilted my head, pretending the idea had only struck me. “Though, now that I think about it, we might need to get that checked. Because of your age and all…”

"How dare you--" Nero bristled.

“If I'm going to marry you, I need to know what kind of person you are.” The vibrator increased in its intensity, and my cheeks reddened with arousal. I was going to kill Coulter. Now, all I could think about was him fucking me again. I ignored the emotion, continuing, "Are you going to just fuck me, hoping that those little swimmers," I pointed in the general direction of his crotch, "are still working, and then afterwards, I'll have to go to the bed of your son to actually come? Or do you think you can live up to my expectations?”

He inched forward and into my space, his face blotched red with anger. “You little bitch! I ought to show you right now—”

“You’ll do no such thing.” I pressed my thighs into his legs, hooking my ankles around them. Drawing him in. Tempting him to give me what I wanted. Fortunately, the vibrator turned off at that exact moment. I shook my finger at Nero, making a tsking noise. “Because, as fun as that sounds, I require a few things first before I’ll allow you to touch me."

“What makes you think that I care about your needs before taking what I want?"

I gave him my best wolfish grin. "Unfortunately for you, I'm not like your previous wives. I have a loud mouth, and if you dare rape me, I'll let the whole of Las Vegas know that your dick is so small, you could barely get it inside me."

His eyes blazed with anger, and his chest heaved, his jaw flexing. "What is it you want?"

"First of all," I held out a finger. "All of your previous wives are dead." I furrowed my eyebrows together in concern. "I'm worried about my own safety. What makes you think you can keep me safe, when you couldn't protect the mothers of your own children?"

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