Page 35 of Desire and Revenge

“Tell me to stop, Sofia.”

I stare at his naked torso, long and muscular, and follow the trail of dark hair from his chest down, down, down, till it disappears into his jeans. I want to get on my knees and trail the V line on his hip with my tongue.

Heat fills my cheeks at the thought, and I swallow. With shaky hands, I reach for the front clasp of my bra and undo it, leaving the material gaping open.

“Damn it, Princess, you’re nothing but trouble,” Nero says before dragging the bra off my body. I’m generally small framed, and Sebastian has complained about my small breasts severally.

I make to cover them, suddenly self-conscious, but he catches my wrist and slants me an annoyed glare.

“Never hide from me,” he growls, bending his head to take one hard nipple into his mouth. He tugs on it so fiercely it stings, but in a way that sends pleasure coursing through me.

I cry out, back arching as sensation assaults me. My nails dig sharply into his strong shoulders with the force of the pleasure. His other hand covers my other breast, kneading the flesh in his large, callused hand.

“Oh God. Oh God. Nero. Nero!” I scream while thunder booms.

“Tell me you love the way I suck your nipples.”

“Oh my God, Nero. God…”

“Say it,” he orders.

“I l-love the way you suck my nipples.” He lets a nipple drop from between his lips with a soft pop and looks into my eyes.

“You like that, baby?”

“Oh, God, yes.” He returns to my nipple, sucking it, kissing it. Working it, tugging it like an animal. Making beastly sounds as he ravishes my breast. Sucking and licking every inch with his tongue on my areola and then up over the full globe.

I throw my head back, gasping for air, while one hand leaves my breast and begins to slide up my thighs. Desire is building faster and faster in me, and Nero is intent on torturing me. I’ve never felt like this in my life—so mindless with lust.

I grab his jaw and raise his mouth to mine, and he obliges, mouth-biting, moaning, and licking. My hands are everywhere now, all over his chest and stomach, and then I’m undoing the heavy buckle of his belt and reaching for the zipper of his jeans.

“We have to stop.”

“Don’t stop!” I gasp. His teeth clamp down on my neck and I make a mewling sound. “Nero. Please, please.”

“Touch my cock, Sofia. Feel what you do to me.”

I reach under the elastic of his briefs and close my fingers around his throbbing erection. It’s as hard as steel, yet the skin around it is silky soft. Before I can delight at the feel of him in my hand, his hand cups my lace-covered pussy.

I nearly fly off the platform where I’m seated at the possessiveness of his touch.

“You’re soaked for me,” he bites out. “Shit, baby, you’re so soaked for me.”

“Yes,” I’m trembling with desire, my skin tight and sensitive.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? To have this pretty little pussy drip all over my fingers? To taste you, lick you, suck you?”

He pushes my panties aside and then his fingers are on my pussy, brushing through my wetness achingly soft. Nero doesn’t strike me as someone who has any softness in him, and yet here he is, treating me like the princess he insists on calling me.

I’m startled to realize that I don’t want to be treated like a princess, like something soft and fragile.

“I crave you, Sofia. Like a madman, I crave every inch of you. Your lips, your tongue, your tiny body pressed against mine. I crave this sweet pussy, your lips wrapped around my cock. I want to take you, own you, devour you. God, I want to do a lot of things to you.”

My pussy pulses, and a shiver moves through me.

“I’m so damn hard for you the minute you’re near me, like granite. I need you like I need air, Sofia. I don’t even care that you’re not mine. I can’t function until I get this goddamned craving out of my system. You’re ruining me, and I don’t even care.”

“God... Nero, you’re driving me crazy.”

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