Page 64 of Desire and Revenge

I’ve both dreaded and anticipated that conversation.

“Please,” I whisper, my eyes getting accustomed to the darkness enough for me to see him. Suddenly I’m sick and tired of always being in the dark.

The hurried touches and the stolen kisses and frenzied orgasms. Just once, I want to be taken apart by gentle hands and adored. Tears prick my eyes, and I clutch at him tighter.

“Nero, please,” I croak.

He raises his head to look at me, and we stand like that for what seems like forever, reality suspended around us.

“You’re mine,” he declares.

My stupid heart skips a beat at the words, and I wish more than anything in my life that they were true. I don’t belong to Nero Castello, and when he eventually sets my world on fire,he will be too focused on watching Sebastian burn to hear me scream in agony.

“Kiss me,” I plead.

“I’m going to do more than kiss you,” he informs me, then reaches beside my head for something.

A second later, the room floods with light from the chandelier hanging above my bed. My eyes trace the lines and angles of his face, marveling at how much I know that face. I know it like I know mine, and yet I don’t know it at all.

Earlier at dinner, I barely held my gasp of surprise when he had walked in wearing a button up shirt and pants. Now, I marvel at how the dark shirt molds over his chest, shoulders and arms, the first two buttons undone, revealing the strong column of his throat.

He looks amazing in his regular jeans, t-shirt and boots combination, but in a shirt and dress pants, Nero looks devastatingly handsome.

“I’m going to replace my touch with everywhere his hands were, and I’m going to make you forget his name.” His hand slides up my thigh, taking my dress up with it. “I’m going to put my marks on your skin so that whenever you look in the mirror, you’ll be able to see nothing but my name carved into your skin.”

My panties are already soaked, and he’s barely even touched me.

When he finally seals his mouth over mine in a brutal kiss, the only thing I’m capable of doing is surrendering to him. His fingers dig into my thighs, and I moan into his mouth, allowing his tongue to push into my mouth, giving him free rein to devour me.And devour he does.

Nero’s mouth is not just hot and hungry against mine, it’s demanding, angry, possessive. The combination goes straight to my head like cocaine, and my head spins.

I claw at him, wanting everything he can give, and he grabs back at me, lifting me into his arms and pressing me more firmly against the wall. My legs go around his hip and I clutch at him firmly, holding on for dear life.

“Want you,” I mumble. “Want you so bad.”

He trails his tongue down to my neck and I gasp, “Mine. This is mine.”

Nero tugs at my lower lip with his thumb. “This is mine too.”

“Yes, yours,” I agree breathlessly, rocking against the erection trapped under his pants.

He drags one thin strap of my dress down my shoulder and arms, mouth following the descent. The dress has an inbuilt bra and so when the strap finally falls off, my breast is exposed to him.

“God, Princess,” he moans. “You’re perfect everywhere.”

He squeezes the achy flesh in his large palm, rolling it under his expert hands before pinching at my nipple.

I throw my head back as something sharp flashes through me. “Harder.”

He tugs at the hard peak and then pinches it again. I’m so wet now that it’s soaked through my panties, and I’m sure I’m leaving wet trails all over his pants.

I cry. “Oh God, Nero. Please. I can’t wait.”

“Princess.”

I’m already reaching for his belt, undoing it, hungry and desperate. It’s not even about sexual desire anymore, it’s about wanting to be a part of him. I want to claw into his skin and live there and be safe and wanted.

I finally manage to get his belt off and free his pulsating member.

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