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“Hey.”

“I fed Guapo and took him outside.” He says, explaining his short absence after placing me in the tub.

As soon as Louie got us back to the hotel, Nero carried me to the penthouse. He stripped me and ran the bath, where I’ve been sitting for the last 15 minutes contemplating my entire life.

Nero lowers himself to the side of the tub, and his eyes drift over me for the hundredth time since we left the Capitol.

“Do you need anything?” he asks, running a knuckle over my cheek.

“You,” I whisper the truth.

I needed him right now, not a ‘It’s going to be okay’ or ‘This will all work out in the end’ speech.

No. I wanted him. I wanted the feel of his body on mine, the mental escape from his touch, and the emotional release he brought out from inside me.

He lifts himself from his haunches and stands to his full height. He had already stripped the suit jacket and shirt, leaving only a white tank top, the suit pants, and a black belt. Veins protrude from his muscular forearms, sending me into a frenzy. His body was beautiful.He was beautiful.

Keeping his dark eyes on me, he unbuckles his belt and removes his slacks. I can see his erection through the fabric of his briefs and watch with anticipation. His briefs fall to the floor, and I suck in a breath at the full eight inches of him. Precum leaks from his engorged head, making my mouth water.

I smile when he lowers himself into the tub. It’s a victory anytime I can get this man to do what I ask. He sits on the opposite side of me, and the distance is too much. I stretch my legs out and slide my foot up his inner thigh. He arches a brow at me when my foot finds his erection.

“Is this a new kink you’re trying to explore, Princess?” he asks as I massage the hard erection with my foot.

I give him a flirtatious smile and shrug.

I always made it a challenge to see how fast I could make him cum. Sure, he could pull a thousand orgasms out of me effortlessly, but watching him orgasm was my favorite. It gave me this sense of power that I craved when my name fell from his lips.

“Why don’t we explore your kinks?” I offer, continuing to rub my foot against his cock.

He sucks in a breath. His hand latches onto my foot before he grinds himself into my foot. I stretch the other leg until my toes find his balls and massage them.

“Right there, Princess.”

He holds onto my ankle, his head falling back as he grinds himself into my touch.

“Fuck Ari.” He groans before pulling me toward him by my ankle.

“You want to take care of this, Maniká?” He sits me down on his lap, where his crown grazes my entrance.

With my back to his chest, he pushes my wet hair over my shoulders and whispers.

“I don’t think you want me to play with you the way I want to.”

“Play with me,” I beg.

“I can’t be gentle, Ari.” He peppers kisses down my neck.

“Then don’t be,” I say, annoyed.

It was the same thing he always told me. Like he had to hold back for fear of breaking me.

I want to be broken.

“I’m telling you, Ari-”

“I know what you’re telling me, Nero. Like everyone else, you think you know what’s best for me. You think you can somehow shelter me, and I don’t want to be sheltered. You think I’m fragile, but maybe I want you to break me,” I challenge him.

My hands grab his and place them over my aching breasts. He squeezes them hard. Pleasure course through my body, craving that mix of pleasure and pain. There was something addicting about the way he pulled both from my body.

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