Page 119 of Guarded

My legs clench together, the effort intensifying the throbbing pressure between them.

Nero unhooks my bra and slides it off me onto the floor. In the mirror, I watch as he reaches from behind me to massage my breast in his large hand.

“He has no idea how beautiful you are when you scream my name,” he whispers.

The movement is quick when he lifts and moves me to the bed. My nostrils flare as I try to breathe through my nose. He releases his grip on me and steps in front of the bed. The absence of his touch generates a feeling of emptiness.

I need him.

All of him.

Inside me.

He removes his pants meticulously. Staring up from the bed, I watch as he frees his cock from his boxer briefs. Wetness pools between my thighs. He stokes his cock in his hand making the veins pop out.

“Tap me three times if it’s too much.” He reassures me.

Lowering himself to the bed, in one swift motion, he lifts my leg and aligns me with his waist. Dark eyes burn into mine. He guides his crown to my entrance and pushes in.

My cries are muffled as he stretches me with his thickness. Nero is fucking huge. I have nothing to compare him to, but the tinge of pain I feel every time he enters me was enough to know he was abnormally large.

Drool falls from my mouth. My breathing constricts as he pulls out to the tip before slamming forward again.

“Whenever he tells you to be quiet, I want you to remember this, Ari.”

And again.

“The way I shut you up and fucked you like a slut.”

And again.

I roll my hips, meeting his thrusts, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. The feeling of helplessness that mixes with power is there every time we fuck. I loosen my mouth around the restraints and stop fighting it. Letting the drool and tears run down my face.

“You look so beautiful, Ariella.”

My mouth is sore, and my eyes feel heavy as he thrusts inside me. I push down my emotions. The ones that can’t help emerge as he bites down on his lower lip, slamming his body to mine.

No emotions.

No emotions.

No emotions.

I chant the mantra in my head. Convincing myself that this could only be sex. There could be no emotions.

He wasn’t doing this because he really cared about how shitty Preston made me feel. This was just us satisfying each other’s physical needs. I threaten my heart to get out of this equation.

Nero lifts my other leg and pushes both of them over my head. My hamstrings stretch painfully as he slams into me. His cock barried deep inside me.

My body becomes pliant with every dominating thrust. The gag silences my screams and whimpers. I come with a violent shake as he growls out in satisfaction.

Holding me there, he grinds into me one last time. Filling me up before he drops my legs and releases me.

Unbuckling the ball gag, he kisses my cheeks where the restraints dug into me. The pleasure haze clears, and my body molds to his as he lifts me to him. My head falls to his chest, and the beating of his heart calls me into a deep sleep. Into the confines of my subconscious, a place where he belongs to me.

Nero

Falling in love with Ariella was the last thing I expected to happen. Naturally, I was headed there.

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