Page 16 of Brutal Husband

“You’re just so sexy when you’re mad at me.”

Nero squeezes one of my breasts and then reaches down to cup my ass. Family morals dictate that I don’t sleep with anyman before I’m married to him, even if we’re engaged. Not that weareengaged. I can’t imagine that Nero cares about the no-sex-before-marriage rule. I doubt he has one scruple in his whole body.

His hand pushes beneath my skirt and wraps around my thigh, his fingers grazing over the lace of my underwear. There’s no space in this car, and I’m pressed tightly against him.

“Stop that. We’re in public, and it’s broad daylight.”

“These windows are tinted. There’s no one in this parking lot.” He drags his fingers over my sex, groaning with his full lower lip caught between his teeth. “You’re so wet for me. I can feel it.”

While I’m fretting about being seen, Nero hooks his fingers into my briefs and pulls them down. I stare in horror at the sight of the lace slipping down my legs while I grasp fistfuls of his shirt. “I’m not marrying you.”

“If you say so,” Nero murmurs, reaching up to unbutton my blouse. I’m enraptured by the soft expression in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of my lacy bra. He pulls down one of the cups, and my rosy nipple tightens. He sucks it into his mouth, and I can feel his tongue moving against me.

Shit. What am I doing? My arms are wrapping around his shoulders. My fingers are pushing into his thick hair. As my body heats, I melt for him. Open for him. We’re wrapped around each other, and his hips thrust against mine. His erection slides against my sex.

“Nero,” I whimper.

He lifts his head. His dark hair is falling over his brow into his dark, glinting eyes. I could never gaze like this into the eyes of any other man. He tilts his head and kisses me, a delicious, parted-lips kiss that’s as sweet and luxurious as honey. His tongue caresses mine, thrusting into my mouth at the same time as he moves his hips against me.

I’m certain of very little in my life, but I know that sex with Nero Lombardi would be equal helpings of heaven and hell.

“We can’t do this,” I whisper urgently. “Someone will walk past and see us.”

“I will hear their footsteps. I’m covering you. I won’t let anyone see you but me.”

“But—”

“I’m too possessive of you to let any other man see you. Look at me,cara mia. I want to make you come.” Nero scrunches my panties in his hand, holds them over his nose, and breathes in while gazing into my eyes. He groans, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “You smell like everything I’ve ever wanted. There’s no room here, but the next time I see you, I’m going to spread your naked body open, suck your clit, and fuck you with my tongue.”

Nero throws my underwear aside and his fingers find my slit, sliding possessively over my clit and my sex and back up again. He’s coated in my slipperiness.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you,cara mia? I’ll be so careful with you.” He brushes his lips over mine and reaches down to drag two fingers up my sex and rub slow, firm circles on my clit. Heat blooms in my cheeks, and my head tips back with a cry. Nero makes a deep, decadent sound in his chest.

Nero groaning is my new favorite sound in the world.

My favorite soundever.

Every time I think I’m going to come from the way he’s massaging my clit, he slides his fingers down and pushes them inside me. Not very far, but a little deeper each time, making me burn around him.

I keep my lips clamped tightly together, terrified and embarrassed that someone is going to hear my cries of pleasure. Nero’s touch is dangerous. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this to me in a parking lot like I’m his dirty little secret.

Nero gazes down at me with a wicked smirk, his forearm braced by my head. “You think you’re doing such a good job holding it together, don’t you? You’re not. That dazed expression in your eyes, those flushed cheeks. I can see what a panting, desperate mess you are. You’re thinking about getting your hands on my thick cock. Your sweet little fingers wrapped around it, begging for it in your mouth, your pussy, your ass.”

One of his fingers moves down to my ass and presses against the tight ring of muscle.

I gasp in shock. “Please, stop, not here.”

“Yes, here. I want you here. The perfect, precious Rieta Bianchi getting so turned on in the back of my car. I bet I could make you so horny that you’d suck my cock in a crowded restaurant for everyone to see, just for the chance to hear me call you my good little slut.”

Nero’s finger slips into my ass, and I cry out from shock and pleasure. I put my hands over my face, embarrassed that he’s seeing me fall apart like this. His fingers pump in and out of me. God, that feels incredible. I thought it would hurt, but I feel myself coming apart on the leather seat. I’m completely at his mercy.

Mom and her morals can go to hell. I want this. I want Nero. I wrap my arms around his neck and draw my knees up so they’re hugging his chest. “Please, please call me your good little slut.”

Nero’s eyes glint with menace. “I’ll call you that when you’ve earned it. Tell me how it feels to have my fingers in your pussy and your ass at the same time.”

“So good,” I gasp. “I love it.”

He kisses me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and I open for him, wishing it was his cock thrusting into my pussy. My lower belly is balled up with delicious tension.

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