Page 65 of Desire and Revenge

“Mine,” he grunts, hands sliding up my thighs, cupping my pussy possessively. “This pussy is mine.”

I grind my hips against his palm, my clit bumping against him. “Hmm.”

Nero slides my panties to the side and then pushes into me in one full thrust. I cry out at the immense fullness within me. It should frighten me how much I feel empty without him, how much I’ve come to crave him, but at the moment, I can’t think about anything but how good this feels.

I tug at the short hair at the back of his head, panting like I’ve run a marathon.

“Hold on, Princess,” he nips at my lower lip. “This is going to be hard, and rough, and?—”

I slam my mouth against his, tongue lashing against his. The kiss goes from messy to absolute chaos, and then Nero starts to move his hips. It’s everything he promised and more. A brutal claiming.

He pistons his hip into me harder and harder, till I can only see stars. He pinches at my breasts, mouths at my neck, bites, licks and sucks all while he continues to pound into me.

Suddenly, he slaps a hand over my mouth and shakes his head at me.

I groan into his palm, confused.

His eyes shift to the knob of the door that I see is being rattled from the outside. His hips still and I almost roar in frustration.

“Ma’am?” I hear Alba’s voice call out. “Are you alright?”

“Tell her you’re fine,” he nibbles at my ear, sparks of pleasure shooting down my body. I tremble, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m fine,” I croak.

His hips shift into me, and I bury my cry against his throat. “She didn’t hear you, Princess.”

“Holy God,” I whimper and then clear my throat. “Alba, I’m fi—” My words end with a drawn-out gasp as his mouth covers my breast and sucks hard. “F-fine!”

“Are you sure, ma’am? You don’t sound alright. Do you want some tea? Chamomile or maybe peppermint?”

It’s sweet that she cares, but at the moment, I just want her gone. The dark eyed man whose cock is twitching inside of me is callously licking circles around my nipple and wetness is pooling out of me.

“I said I’m fine!” I roar.

He chuckles against my skin, causing goosebumps to rise up on my arms, and then he’s carrying me to the bed and tossing me down on it, our bodies still joined. Both of us still almost fully dressed, too eager to sink into this thing that burns between us to even bother divesting of our clothes.

He grabs my wrists and pins them on the bed above my head. The position makes me feel completely helpless, laid bare before him and at his mercy, and it does things to me.

He pushes almost all the way out of me and then in again. I try to scream, but his mouth swallows the sound. Nero lays waste to my senses as he pistons into me, hips slamming down against me over and over again till I’m coming so hard, my eyes roll. Completely undone at this man’s mercy.

I break our kiss, my mouth open in a soundless scream, a full body shiver rocking through me at the force of my orgasm.

Nero’s fingers tangle into mine, notching into them till they’re interlocked completely. When our eyes meet, it’s fire against fire. I want to close my eyes, cut myself off from this jarring feeling, but I can’t. I’m afraid that if I close my eyes, he will disappear.

“Sofia,” he whispers. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine, these tits are mine. Every inch of you is mine.”

What about my heart? I clamp my mouth shut against those pathetic words.

“Fuck me harder!” I scream.

Jaw clenching, his other hand digs into my hip painfully, raising my hips higher till I’m completely bent in two, legs spread wide as he continues to move his hips, pounding me into the bed, dragging out animal sounds from my throat.

“You’re so tight, so wet, so hot, so perfect,” he bites out. “It feels so good with you. It’s never felt like this for me. I want to bury myself in you and live there. I could die inside this perfect pussy.”

I feel my walls clench and I spread my legs wider. More, more, more.

The hand on my hip moves down to grab at the string of my lacy G-string that we never got to taking off. He rips it clean off me and begins to thrum his fingers against the aching bud between my legs.

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