Page 107 of Dance of Ruin

His mouth finds my shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. His free hand slides up and mauls my breasts, making me choke in pleasure. His fingers pinch my tight nipples through the dress, sending me higher as my hips roll frantically against him.

His cock just keeps getting bigger, swelling harder inside me, making me tighter and tighter around him until I feel impossibly full and utterly claimed.

“Mine,” he rasps into my lips as his fat cock rams into me over and over, dragging over my throbbing clit as the world melts around me. “Fuckingmine.”

The way he saysminemakes something inside me break and snap.

His cock rails into me, curving deep inside me as he twists my nipples and grips my ass. And that fucking piercing…GOD. It’s like a perfect stroke against my g-spot over and over.

And suddenly, his mouth erases the tiny distance between it and mine and he’s kissing me like he wants to devour me whole.

It’s the final straw. Instantly, I’m coming—hard.

Around him. On him.

For him.

I shriek into his mouth, nails raking down his arms and shoulders, hips bucking as the orgasm explodes through me.

I’m heedless of anything else around me: the crowd, the music, any of it.

All I know is the sheer ecstasy of shattering around him as I melt into oblivion.

Nico hisses a curse and slams into me one final time, buried so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat, letting go with a groan that’s half fury, halfworship.Another orgasm slams over me, sucking the air from my lungs as his cum spills inside me, thick and hot.

I cling to him, boneless.

Ruined, in the most beautiful way.

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My phone is vibrating.

Like,aggressivelyso.

I fumble for it blindly, dragging it from under Nico’s pillow. My eyes barely open before the screen lights up, nearly blinding me.

Fuck.

I havethirty-sevenunread messages on my “Ballet Bitches” group chat with Milena, Brooklyn, Evelina, Bianca, and Lyra.

I blink the sleep out of my eyes, try to sit up, and immediately regret it.

My thighs ache. My hips are sore. My neck feels like it’s been kissed, bitten, and marked within an inch of its life—which, to be fair, it has.

And my pussy is…

Jesus.

Fuckingouch.

Even as I wince, another sensation ripples through me, deliciously achy, as I relive the night before: first at the club, partially in the car on the way back here, and then, after Nico carried me inside, against the front door of his loft, on the floor, then finally here.

I glance toward the other side of the bed, frowning when I find it empty.

Meanwhile my phone keeps pinging, so I sigh, rub my eyes, and open the messages.

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