Page 66 of Desire and Revenge

I grunt as another orgasm begins to build inside of me. “Yes, harder! Make me cum!”

Nero adjusts his hips, and the next thrust inside of me rearranges my entire worldview. My back arches off the bed as he hits something inside of me.

“Yes, there! Right there! Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He hits it again and again with marked precision.

“Cum for me, princess.” His fingers pinch my clit and I explode.

“Nero, Nero. Oh God, Nero,” I chant as the orgasm moves from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, tears leaking from my eyes.

That’s when I feel it—Nero’s hot cum inside of me. I immediately lock my legs around his hip, keeping him in place as he pumps inside me for the first time ever. I don’t want to think too much about the significance of it, but it feels pretty damn symbolic to me.

“God, baby, you make me so crazy. So damn careless and crazy,” he growls. “I want you to be leaking with my cum for days to come.”

I watch him watch me as he pulls out impossibly slowly from me, one inch at a time. His dark gaze is full of something wondrous and too intense that it makes me shiver.

He gathers his leaking cum and pushes it back into me. My cheeks burn red from the way he’s staring down there. I try to close my leg, but he shoots me a glare and holds them apart.

It’s so dirty, so wrong, but God, I love it. My nipples are like bullets standing on my chest, and even though I’m sore, I won’t object if he pushes into me again.

“I’m going to kill him on the day of the shipment.”

The cold words jolt me back to the present and reality, and I blink. The day of the shipment is Sunday, four days from now. It’s too soon, I’m not ready for this to be over, but even as the panicked thought crosses my mind, I know that this is long overdue.

“I-uh—okay,” I swallow.

“Look at me, Sofia,” he orders, and I raise my eyes to meet his. “Come with me. Sebastian is finished, and there’s nothing left for you here. Come with me.”

And then what? But I don’t have the guts to ask. What will I be to him? His lover? Bed warmer? A desperate thing inside of me tries to tell me that we may have created a child now. He will have no choice but to?—

The train of thought is interrupted by a scarier one.What if he fails?

My family and I will be destroyed, shot in our sleep perhaps, or I’ll be given to the brothels, used and abused. This isn’t a decision I can just make on the go; it affects more than just me.

“I—” I pause. “Nero, you don’t under?—”

His eyes frost over, and he begins to pull away from me. “On the contrary, Princess, I think I understand quite well.”

“Just listen—” I grab the sheets and wrap them around my body. “You don’t know what they will?—”

“I have to go now, Princess,” he cuts in, buckling his pants. “Try to get away from all of this by Sunday, because I’m going to raze everything that belongs to Lucchese to the ground.Every. Single. Thing.”

I flinch at his implication that I belong to Sebastian.

“Nero, please.”

He pauses at the door for a moment, his back to me. I hold my breath, waiting.

“Sleep tight, Princess.” Then he turns off the light and leaves, the door clicking close behind him.

A sob catches in my throat, and I turn, bury my face in the pillow and let loose.

Confusion, heartbreak, loss, and sorrow mix together inside me, wrecking through me. I clutch my chest where my aching heart is, and wish that everything could be different.

CHAPTER 21

Nero

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