Page 42 of Charity's Torment

“And in more shocking news,”the news anchorwoman announced. “A man belonging to a radical religious cult is claiming responsibility for the mass shooting at a research facility in downtown Los Angeles. His manifesto stated he was ridding the world of his sins…”

His arms draped around my shoulders, breaking me from my trance. “I don’t want you to leave.”

His comment made my stomach flop and my breaths quicken.

I smiled and gripped his forearms. “I was going to go see my mom.”

He ran his lips down my neck then nibbled on the shell of my ear, inducing shivers to travel down my legs. “Your hair is so soft.” He dug his nose into my hair and took in my scent.

“Thanks, I have an expensive conditioner,” I smirked.

Nico was exceptionally attentive in the last few weeks. He’s even slept next to me a couple of times, which put a damper on my sneaking out, not that I’m complaining about him sleeping next to me. I was so happy the first night that I could barely contain myself. I was getting used to his attention. In fact, I was craving it much like my body craves food or drink, which scared me.

What would happen if it stopped and I was left to unravel alone? It’s close to screwing your boss and then still having to see him the next day. Only I didn’t have the option to quit and find a new job, I was stuck seeing them for the rest of my life. It was why I guarded myself with him—with all three. I didn’t want my heart broken, what was left of it.

He turned me in his arms and ran his hand down the collar of my neck, then gripped it firmly. His tender lips linked with mine, and I moaned. Our tongues danced, sampling each other. He threaded his hands in my hair, tilting my lips up for better access. I brought him deeper, feeling the intensity with each caress of his tongue.

I tore away from his kiss, kicking myself in the process. “You’re trying to distract me.”

My skin heated, and I wanted more, but my mind wouldn’t stop going to war with all the possible negative outcomes this could have. I didn’t have this much of an issue when Max and I crossed that line. So why was it bombarding me with Nico?

“Is it working?” he whispered against my lips.

Fuck it.

“Yes.” I cupped his face with hands, then ravished his lips. My heart leaped into my throat as it sped off, ready for the wild ride I had in store.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he walked me back to the bed, and he sat down, pulling me on top of him to straddle his thighs.

“Nico?”

“Hmm.” He tugged off my shirt then ran his kisses against my breasts, leaving trails of heat and impatience. I reached behind me and pulled away my bra, giving him the access I needed him to have. He took full advantage of the exposure and slicked his tongue across each nipple, giving them equal consideration.

I put my head back as he nuzzled my neck, nibbling at my sensitive skin.

“Never mind,” I said breathlessly. I couldn’t reject him even if I wanted to. My body cried out for his touch. My mind sought his affection.

He sighed heavily into my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

Nico cupped my breast and pulled a nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard, sending jolts of lightning to my core that drove on my hunger.

I ripped off his polo shirt and ran my hands down his smooth, robust chest, reveling in the touch of him against my fingertips.

My fingers continued their trail down his stomach and wrapped around the buttons of his pants. His hard bulge declared itself through his slacks. Even though I was sitting in his lap, I could feel and see the evidence of his arousal. I smiled against his lips at the thought; it was me who did this to him. I was the one that turned him on—he wanted me.

Nico bound his arms tight around my waist, rose, then affectionately laid me back against the mattress. He settled between my legs while I worked to remove him from his pants. The melody of his sliding zipper sent shivers down my spine.

I slipped my fingers into his waistband and forced his briefs and pants down his ass in one swift motion. Our lips and tongues warred with each other, satisfying each other’s needs. Nico bound his hand around my panties and gave a fierce tug. The popping of thread and the tearing material told me they weren’t salvageable, and I’d need another pair.

My heart pattered uncontrollably and threatened to punch through my rib cage from his very touch.

Nico reached between us and centered himself at my core, his thick head spread me apart before we even began. “Are you sure?” he asked as he nipped my jawline towards my earlobe.

“God. Yes,” I said, surrendering to him. There was no way I had come this far with him to end it here and now. I may be crazy, but I wasn’t foolish. I wanted this more than anything. I wanted to feast on his body until I had my fill, then gorge on him some more.

He drove his hips forward, gently rocking them back and forth, deliciously filling me to my limit. Fire blazed in my belly, building up pressure that forced the need to combust in an explosion that would be unimaginable. Our fingers interlaced, and we held on tight to each other. My skin electrified as his thrusting hips rubbed against my bundle of nerves.

I clawed my nails into his back and locked my ankles behind him. His strokes struck harder and faster, and I spilled over, shouting his name. I forgot myself as wave after wave of bliss rolled over me, washing away all my doubts. Nico thrust a few more times, then stilled above me, and groaned his release.

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