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The pain is more than anything I could imagine. He’s going to rip me apart. There’s no catching my breath when he pushes in again.

“Oh god.” I cry out.

“Fuck.” Nero says breathlessly.

His fingers dig into my hips. He pulls my ass to him, pushing me all the way inside. The pain is insurmountable. He’s officially claimed every part of me, and I love knowing he owns it all. Every single hole has only belonged to him.

“Relax.” He grunts from above me.

It’s then that I realize I’m tensing up. Unable to breathe or move as the different sensations flow through me. Relaxing my body, I suck in a deep gulp of air.

“Good Girl. That’s it.” Nero says, guiding me.

His body covers mine as he grinds his cock inside me.

My knees tremble, and the carpet burns as I rock forward. Pain and pleasure dance together every time our bodies join together, and it feels so good.

Nero grabs my hair and pulls my head back. This time, he thrusts in with a force that robs me again of oxygen. He pulls out to the crown before ramming back in all the way, filling and stretching me. He doesn’t hold back. I don’t want him to.

In these moments, I want to see Nero for who he is. I want to see his depravity and hunger. My body begs to be the only thing that satisfies him.

I look up at the vanity mirror and see how he towers over me. There’s an erotic and passionate look on his face as he thrusts into me. It’s the sight of him with every long and deep thrust that sends me over the edge.

Starting low in my belly, the feeling moves through my ass before exploding in my pussy. My whole body shakes. The strongest orgasm I had ever felt.

My cries unlock the beast from his cage, and Nero begins to pound into me harder and faster. His body rises and falls with every forceful thrust. My orgasm doesn’t end as it bleeds into another one. My body overstimulated and on fire.

“Nero. Ah.”

“Hold on, Maniká!” he grips me tighter and pulls me back into his lap.

The angle stretches me as he thrusts from under me, bouncing my ass off his cock.

His hands move to my nipples, pinching them roughly. Bursts of pleasure continue to explode through every cell in my body. His dick feels harder and longer. We’re both sweaty, and the heat is too much. I feel another orgasm building.

Nero touches me like a God, and I bend to his depravity. Thrust after thrust, he pounds into me.

By the time I feel him cumming inside me, I’ve orgasmed a third time. I’m stuck in a trance, overstimulated and in awe at the same time. I let my body fall back into his chest. Wrapping my arms around his head. His soft lips brush against my neck, and I moan.

“I missed you today, Princess.”

“I missed you too,” I whisper breathlessly.

We stay there momentarily before Nero lifts me and moves us to the bathtub. My body is exhausted. I sink into the hot water, letting it soothe my sore muscles.

Nero climbs in next to me and pulls me onto his lap. Naturally, I rest my head on his shoulder. I love Friday nights.

“How was your meeting with Kapre?” I ask, a yawn escaping me. Nero rubs my head before kissing it.

“It was good. I think there’s a future for Los Peregrinos and The Santanas.”

Kapre was Nero’s half-brother and the leader of the Santanas, a Houston-based Filipino-American street gang.

After Tala’s rejection, I encouraged Nero to contact Kapre. It turned out that Nero had several other siblings, all of whom were eager to meet him.

Kapre wanted to go into business, and while I make it a habit not to know about my husband’s illegal dealings, I am happy for him. Despite everything I’ve gone through, I don’t underestimate the power of family.

Adan has been my top advocate lately. When my parents refused to accept that I had married Nero, he stood by me.

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