Page 90 of Merciful Lies

“This is all for you.”

“I don’t want it,” I lie.

“Yes, you do. You fucking love it. You love me.”

His smile mocks me, and in that moment, I hate him.

“Nah. You got too much love inside that hot little body and your big heart, you might want to hate me. But you can’t,” he says, and it’s true.

His hands slide up my thighs, lifting the skirt to my dress, and Nico groans, his eyes on the lacy little thing I wore just for him.

“Fuck. You went outside like this?” he asks and grits his teeth.

Then he pulls my panties off, and I hear the lace tearing.

And the sound of that is hot.

So damn hot.

My pussy clenches, and proof of my arousal starts dripping down my thighs. This need I feel is deep, like soul deep. Something inside me is starving for him.

Like I’ve been incomplete without him. I’m still mad, but I want him.

“You wet for me, Rosebud? Let me see. Show your husband how hot you are for my dick,” he grunts, pressing his enormous hands against my knees and forcing my legs to open wide.

“Godfuckingdamn. You’re glistening,” he says, and heat burns my cheeks.

But I can’t be embarrassed. Not in front of this man who’s seen me at my absolute worst.

“What about her?” I say as he starts to undo his pants with one hand.

“Her who?”

“Your little girlfriend upstairs,” I grunt and try to shake his hold off me,

“What? Anna, there is no girlfriend. There is no one. There. Is. Only. You.”

Nico’s voice drops an octave, and he plunges all of his length into me with one hard push as he utters that last word.

He seats himself fully, his head drops back and pure bliss flutters across his face.

My mouth drops open. So many feelings fill me.

I’m confused.

I’m hurt.

I’m relieved.

I’m so full.

My sex clamps down around him. Nico grunts. He feels so good. Then he’s crawling over me, using his muscles to push me up the bed while he remains buried inside.

“Nico,” I whine, needing more, needing him.

“I got you, Baby. I missed this body. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside this sweet pussy.”

I agree. And I cling to him. My hands are gripping his waist, then lowering to shove his pants down farther so I can squeeze his ass.

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