Page 80 of Guarded

His weighted stare roams over mine.

God, he was handsome.

In the most unfair of ways. His brown skin, dark eyes, neatly trimmed beard, and short, gelled curls. I squeeze my legs together to put out the heat building there at the sight of him.

“Come here, “ he commands, patting his lap. I swallow and look out the closed window behind the driver.

“It’s just Louie and Jasper up there.” He says, pulling my attention back to him.

“Don’t make me ask again, Ari. Come here.” His voice is darker than his original command.

I move forward, and he pulls me into his lap. I sit on his left thigh, my right arm wrapped around his shoulders. Being this close to him and looking in his dark eyes somehow always feels safe. Nero feels safe to me.

“Good Girl.” He says, running his hand down my stretched-out legs. “You look so much better in pink.”

I feel confident about my outfit choice for the night. The pink sequined dress had flowy sleeves that covered the length of my arms, but the dress stopped at my upper thigh. A deep V in thefront of the dress illuminated my breasts. The twisted updo and bright pink lipstick pulled the entire look together.

“You have no idea how bad I want to smear this lipstick all over my cock.” Nero whispers into my ear. Goosebumps break loose on my legs, and Nero hums in approval.

“We need to talk about earlier, Manikà. What you said.”

I suck in a breath as his hand travels up higher under the hem of my dress.

“What did you mean by ‘my type?’” His hand reaches higher as his thumb finds my clit through my panties. My heartbeat accelerates in my chest when he begins to draw light circles over the sensitive nub.

“Um. I. Ugh. I don’t know, like girls who wear leather, girls who are more experienced and sexy.” I mumble.

He pulls his hand from where he had been fondling me. Gripping my face, he turns me to look at him.

“You are my type, Ariella. Exactly as you are. That’s sexy to me.”

I want to believe him. For a second, I do because I want to feed into the illusion that he feels something for me. His hand comes back to my core. I let out a yelp when he pinches my clit.

“No more bratty behavior. No more jealous outbursts. Not when I have to watch you with another man all night. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I gasp.

He rubs the sensitive area where the pain has just exploded. When he plunges two fingers inside me, my hips jerk. I grab a fistful of his suit jacket. He curls his fingers inside me. My head falls back, taking in the bursts of pleasure.

“You’re pussy is soaking my fingers.” He thrusts his fingers inside me.

His thumb circling over my clit.

Back and forth.

The pressure slowly climbs, and heat rises in my body. I let out a frustrated sound when he stops thrusting into me.

“Eyes on me.” He demands.

I open them to find his dark ones piercing into mine. My eyes stay on his even as I feel him pulling my soaked thong down my legs. He thrusts two fingers back inside me, then adds a third, stretching me.

“More, Nero, I need more.” My voice is throaty as I call his demons out to play.

Again he pinches my clit. It’s a quick burst of agony replaced with ecstasy as he thrusts his fingers back inside me. Pressure rebuilding with every thrust.

His dark eyes fill with carnal devotion.

“My little slut, likes it rough.”

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