Page 180 of Dance of Ruin

“Say it,” he hisses. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”

“You!” I choke, shuddering. “You.”

“Again.”

“You, Nico—fuck—you, it’s—fuck—yours, always yours.”

“That’s right.”

His pace gets faster, harder, more brutal. My legs tremble.

“Now come for me, ballerina,” he growls. “Come for me likemy good girl.”

I do—loudly and violently, shattering. The orgasm rips through me, shaking me to my core as my toes curl in my shoes and my body wrenches and shudders. I sob against the mirror as he drives into me one final time and explodes with a groan. His cum bursts into me over and over in thick, powerful ropes before he collapses over my back, his breath hot in my ear.

For a second, neither of us moves.

Finally, he kisses my shoulder. Slowly. Reverently.

Then he bites it.

Fuck, I love this man.

“All warmed up now?”

I laugh, breathless. “Warmed…ruined…wrecked. All of the above.”

He grins. “Good.”

Nico kisses the back of my neck, then slowly and carefully pulls my tights back up. He snaps the gusset of my tutu closed and smooths the bodice, his fingers gently adjusting the feathers just right. Then he cups my jaw, turning me to face him in the mirror.

“Ready to be their queen?” he murmurs.

I nod, flushed and glowing, lips kiss-bruised.

“Then go show them who the fuck you are.”

He kisses me again, gentler this time.

“Wait! I need to fix my makeup!”

After I do so, when we step out of the dressing room, the lights feel a little brighter. The energy sharper.

I blush fiercely as I feel him—his cum—dripping into my tights.

The stage manager walks by with her clipboard.

“Places, please.”

I move into the wings, Nico trailing a few steps behind.

Bianca spots us from where she’s apparently snuck back in to watch from backstage and winks. Evelina whispers something to Milena that makes her roll her eyes and smirk. Val is leaning against the stage manager’s desk, looking dramatically bored and effortlessly cool, as always.

I take a deep breath.

Then I walk on stage, step into my spotlight, and take my starting position.

I center myself. The orchestra swells.

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