Page 82 of Dance of Ruin

He’s just in boxers, the front of them tented obscenely from his erection as he moves over me, straddling my midsection. I shiver, feeling the heavy pulse of his thick cock against my stomach through the fabric.

Nico reaches for the first button of my pajama top and deftly pops it.

“Are…” I tremble as he plucks open another one. “Are you going to fuck me?”

He slowly shakes his head.

“Again with that question. No, Naomi, I’m not going to fuck you.”

He undoes another button, letting the top begin to fall open across my breasts.

“I’m going toconsume you,” he growls. “I’m going to fuckingownyou, inside and out.” I whimper when he yanks the final button free, exposing my breasts and tight, rosy nipples. He reaches down and I gasp sharply when he takes one tender peak between his thumb and forefinger and pinches as he rolls it.

Oh fuuuck.

“When I fuck you, ballerina,” he growls, “and Iamgoing to fuck you, I’m going toruin youfor any other man.”

He pinches my nipple again, switches to the other, then goes back to the first, alternating between the two until I’m writhing shamefully under him, my thighs squirming together. My skin is electrified where I can feel his fat, swollen, pierced cock throbbing against my stomach through his boxers.

Nico slides down, my stomach caving as I feel the metal of his piercing slide over me. His fingers slip into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and my panties, and he starts to peel them all the way down.

Exposing me.

Revealing everything to his dark, hungry gaze.

When he’s got me completely undressed except for the unbuttoned pajama top caught on my arms, he reaches over and pulls open the bedside table drawer.

The butt plug glints in the low light as he slides it out, and my eyes bulge.

“Nico—”

“Rules are rules, Naomi,” he growls quietly, his eyes gleaming wickedly. “Now: are you going to get this wet with your slutty little mouth, or am I going to have to make your pussy drip so much that your ass opens right up for me?”

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NICO

Animalistic savagery explodesthrough me like black fire as I look down at her, sprawled naked on my bed with her wrists bound so beautifully to the headboard. Something sweet and yet so fucking eager blazes in her eyes.

Pure temptation, a dare.

Ruin me.

Wreck me.

Fuck me raw.

The flush on her cheeks and the glistening moisture on her lips. The way her thighs are parted, the sheets tangled around her ankles. The way her chest rises and falls like she’s running from something.

Or rushing headlongtosomething.

All it makes me want to do is kiss the fuck out of her. So that’s exactly what I do. Naomi whimpers, shuddering as my tongue slides over her lips, demanding her mouth. It’s a clash of tongues and teeth, her moans filling my ears, her body jerking and writhing when I nip and bite at her lips.

Her eyes are half-hooded as I pull back. Her lips are swollen from my mouth, my teeth. I kiss my way down her throat and chest, dragging my tongue over the peak of one nipple and biting just hard enough to make her whimper.

She arches for me. Whines like she hates herself for it.

And I smile when I hear it, because that—that—is what I’ve been waiting for.

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