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Her lips tremble before mine. The beauty that radiates around her goes far beyond just her physical features. I can’t explain what I do next because Nero Dizon never, under any circumstances, kisses a woman. But she doesn’t feel like any woman.

That desperate feeling to keep her never falters. My chest tightens, and it’s not me reaching for her. It’s years of feeling insufficient and unloved. It’s the gratitude for how she’s made me feel the complete opposite of all those things.

I pick her up and set her ass on the counter. My lips crash into hers, and she doesn’t fight me. She pushes her lips into mine, and I use my tongue to pry her mouth open wide. Her tongue finds mine, and the taste is much sweeter than I expected it to be.

It’s dangerously intoxicating.

Our tongues swirl, fighting to ravage one another. Her hands fly up and cradle my neck. In desperation, she wraps her legs around my lower back and pulls me in closer so she can grind her pussy onto my erection. A low growl escapes me before I pick her up and take her back into the bedroom.

“I’m warning you right now, Ari. I’m not gentle. It won’t be the sweet first time you’ve imagined in your head. How I feel for you, I can’t suppress who I am. I can’t hold back.”

She searches my eyes and nods her head. Crawling backward onto the bed, she opens her legs. An invitation for me to destroy her very innocence. And the words that fall out of her pouty lips unravel me.

“Then don’t.”

I lunge on top of her and kiss her. She moans in my mouth, and just like that, the impulsive, hungry parts of me are all that exist.

I don’t have time to convince her or myself of any logical reason why this shouldn’t happen. There are no thoughts outside my carnal need to claim her.

I bite her lips and savor in the sweet flavor. I grab her hands and shove them over her head before I rip the straps of her camisole. My mouth devours her hard pink nipples. Marking and claiming them. Sucking and biting them as she cries out.

I take my time kissing every inch of her body. My mouth devours her neck, her tits, and her navel. I want it all. I gently bite down on her skin, sucking it into my mouth while her moans fill the room.

My dick strains against my briefs, eager to be inside her. Our bodies grind into each other. The heat of her pussy meeting the thrusts of my erection through the fabric.

I pull away one last time to look at her. She catches her breath, and when she opens her eyes, I let her know with one look that this time is the last time I will give her to say no. Her last chance to reject me. Tell me this was a mistake. But all I see in her eyes is begging. A plea for me to take her very last shred of innocence.

Chapter 16

Ariella

Idon’t know the last time I was not in control of my own body. I forced myself to eat a healthy diet, exercise, and meditate. To the world, I was the perfect daughter, the virgin wife to be, the disciplined employee—an all-around good girl.

But I couldn’t deny myself anymore. Not when everything inside of me wants this man to conquer me. Even when Nero stops, my body grips on tighter. He looks at me, then cups my face. I know he’s worried I’ll regret this, but I won’t.

I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to. Not with every fiber of my being wanting him the way I do. Not when I’m staring into his dark eyes and begging him to corrupt me. His hard erection rubs roughly against my clit through his boxer briefs. Desperate moans fall from my lips as I grind my body into his.

My body trembles beneath the weight of him. He keeps my hands locked above my head as his mouth roams every sensitive part of me. Even with the barrier of my silk shorts, I can feel how hard he is.

He lifts himself from the bed, then pulls his boxer briefs down the length of his legs. Tribal tattoos cover his very toned thighs. My heart pounds in my chest, watching as he revealshis very erect cock. His massive length should worry me, but it doesn’t.

The pain I might feel from this doesn’t even register to my heightened arousal. He looks like a Dark God in front of me. My lips part as I watch him move back to the bed. Insecurity creeps in. What if I’m not able to satisfy him? What if my lack of experience ruins this?

I want to please him.

“You’re still on the pill, right? “ he asks, and I nod. Nero has gone with me to pick up my prescriptions.

“Good, I want to feel you raw.” He strokes himself a few times before climbing back onto the bed.

Anticipation builds as he lowers my shorts and panties, revealing myself to him. He spreads my legs before pressing his lips to my sensitive folds. The sensation is euphoric.

My legs begin to shake, and he holds them down and continues to pepper kisses from the bottom of my folds up to my mound. He rises over me and settles between my legs. The tip of his cock grazes against me. I look at the flexing muscles in his arms as he hovers over me.

“Tell me how you want it, Princess.Quieres que te trate como una santa o que te coga como una puta?”

His mouth lowers to my neck, sucking the delicate skin into his mouth. Whimpering, I mumble a soft “yes.”

“Use your words, Ari.” He growls into my ear before biting down gently on the lobe.

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