Page 106 of Dance of Ruin

His fingers slip under the edge of my panties, open my folds, and sink deep inside. My mouth falls open in a silent scream as he grinds his palm against my clit, stroking his thick fingers against my g-spot.

“You wanted to be bad, Naomi. You chose to defy me. So I came here toremind youwhat happens to bad girls who disobey.”

My hips jerk when his fingers slide out and glide slickly over my clit. He holds my hip harder, keeping me still as his hand between my legs toys with me, circling my needy clit enough to make my knees buckle.

“Don’t come yet,” he warns. “Not until I say so.”

My head spins. I’m standing in the middle of a dance floor, surrounded by hundreds of people. I don’t know where my friends are. I don’t evencare.

All I care about is him.

He presses his cock against me through his pants, grinding slow and hard as his hand brings me closer to the edge.

“You’re dripping,” he murmurs. “And inpublic.” He leans into me and nips my neck with his teeth, just under my ear. “What a dirty little slut I’ve found.”

I can’t speak.

Can’t even think.

All I know is that he’s spinning me around and yanking me hard against him. He reaches between us, and my reality glitches when he tugs his zipper down and I feel the hot pulse of his bare, thick cock slip up between my thighs as his fingers yank my panties to the side.

“Lift your leg,” he purrs against my mouth, his lips less than an inch from mine.

I don’t even hesitate. I just raise my leg and wrap it around his hip, my heel digging into the back of his thigh. My dress hikes higher until I feel the cool rush of air kiss my bare skin.

Nico shifts against me, pressing his hips forward and angling his cock against my dripping wet lips. To the casual observer, it just looks like we’re grinding in an especially dirty way. My dress is still keepingthatpart from view.

The crowd pulses around us, oblivious.

The music surges.

Nico breathes against my lips like he owns every inch of my body.

“You wanted to be bad,” he murmurs. “This is your punishment.”

I gasp loudly as the thick head of his cock presses hot and hard and pulsing against my pussy, the piercing at the tip adding another layered dimension of stimulus to my throbbing nerves.

“Nico—” I choke.

“Shut up,” he grunts. “Take my cock like a bad girl.”

He drives into me with one quick, powerful thrust, stealing the breath from my lungs. My leg trembles around him. My head falls back.

The crowd moves. The lights flash. And no one knows what’s happening in the center of it all.

He starts to pump—short, brutal strokes that make me whimper with every slam of his hips. One of his hands slides under my dress and grips my ass, the other tangles in my hair as he fucks me deeper.

“This pussy is mine,” he snarls. “You don’t take it out dancing unless I say so.”

“Yours,” I moan, clinging to his muscled arms and shoulders as he rams into me.

“Say it again.”

“Yours!” I choke.

He growls low in his throat. The sound rumbles through his chest, vibrating against mine. His thrusts get harder. Rougher. His cock drives deeper, over and over, until my knees threaten to give out and my breath dissolves into helpless little gasps I can’t control.

I’m shaking. Lost. Shattering, held together only by the brutal rhythm of his body against mine and the way his hands grip me like he’ll never let go.

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