Page 46 of Midnight Whispers

He pulls to the side of the dark country road, leaving us surrounded by empty fields.

I put my hand on the door latch.

“Cinder, I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll take you wherever you want to go, but I’m not leaving you in the middle of nowhere.”

“Get out.” I push open my door. When he doesn’t move, I glare at him. “Get out.”

I exit the vehicle, and he crawls out as if he’s worried what the fallout will be from his admission.

I walk to the front of the vehicle and pace, stepping through the beam of the headlights over and over again, trying to make sense of what I’m feeling and thinking.

A logical person would probably be frightened by everything he just told me, but… I’m not. In some weird, fucked up way, I feel almost… flattered. Flattered because he fixated and spied on me for months. Flattered that he chose me. Flattered that maybe he feels the same as I do.

Nero watches me pace and doesn’t say a word.

I hate that he’s probably assuming I’m afraid of him or questioning my feelings for him when nothing could be further from the truth. My feet come to a stop, and I meet his gaze through the dark.

The pull between us is still there, stronger than ever, like a rope strung between his heart and mine, growing tighter and tighter, pulling me in.

The cool night air brushes against my skin as I walk toward him. His eyes are full of fear over what I might say. When I reach him, I wrap my arms around him and squeeze tightly.

He circles his arms around my waist, lowers his head into my hair, and breathes me in.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that at such a young age.”

Nero’s body relaxes in my arms, and he tucks me into his big frame.

This man doesn’t scare me. In fact, I’ve never felt safer or more protected. It’s clear to me that no part of Nero wants to hurt me, obsession or not. He only wants what’s best for me and to protect me.

I pull away from him and look into his eyes. The blue is like a stormy sea in the darkness of the ocean rather than the bright blue of a sunny day.

“I’m not afraid of you, Nero.” I cradle his cheek in my palm. “I’m not afraid of your desire to watch me. I’m not concerned whether you are or aren’t obsessed with me. None of that matters.”

Relief lands on his face, and he pushes his hands into my hair, bringing his lips to mine. He lets me in. Letting me see all the parts that make him who he is.

Our tongues meet with fervor, our hands gripping and clawing at each other. One minute we’re standing in front of each other, and the next his hands are grabbing my ass and placing me on the hood of his luxury car. His hands slide up my inner thighs, inching them open until he stands between my legs. He tugs me closer, and his arousal presses against the seam of my jeans. I moan as his hand traces a path over my shirt, gripping my breast.

I’ve never felt this needy for a man in my life. As though I’ll die if I don’t have him.

I work the button and zipper of his pants, my hand sliding down the waistband of his boxer briefs and wrapping my hand around his length. He growls into my mouth, pumping his hips firmly. God, he’s big. Bigger than any man I’ve ever been with.

With his hand on the back of my head, he lowers me so my back is splayed over the front of the car. He furiously works on getting my shoes off, and I undo the button of my jeans, sliding down the zipper. Nero’s hands pull frantically at the fabric, tugging the denim down my legs.

He tosses my jeans to the ground and tears off my thong. With his hands on my hips, he pulls me toward him so my ass hangs on the edge of the hood. He fists his cock and runs the tip through the wetness of my folds, teasing me.

“I need you, Nero.” I heave out a breath, my orgasm at the brink, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.

He lines up his dick, and slides into me. After a few thrusts of his hips, he’s fully seated inside me. He stretches me, and I cry out.

The sex is hard and fast, desperate and feral. He pounds into me, and I take him, clawing at the car, needing anything to hold on to. Nero’s hands are on my hips, keeping me stable, and my hands come to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples since I can’t reach him.

“Fuck, Cinder, you’re so tight. So fucking perfect. I knew you would be.” He tilts his head up, eyes closed as he fucks me hard and fast.

I can’t get enough of this or him.

He brings one thumb to my clit, massaging it in a circle. It only takes seconds before I’m hit with a freight train of an orgasm, obliterated, shattering into pieces and floating out into the night like fragments of stardust.

Seconds later, Nero pulls out and comes on my mound with a groan. Breathing heavily, I watch him, knowing this visual will be locked in my brain for life.

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