Page 42 of Dance of Madness

He grins. Not with humor. Savagely, with teeth.

“So many things,princess. I can’t wait for you to discover them all.”

He steps close—so close I can feel the warmth of his body like a wall around me. His hand lifts, and I flinch.

But he just tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. Slowly. Gently. Like he didn’t just have his fingers against my g-spot two minutes ago.

“Tomorrow night,” he says. “Greymoor. Eleven o’clock.”

My mouth is dry. “And if I don’t come?” I whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry, princess. I’ll let you come next time.”

My face erupts in heat as I glare at him. “Imeant,” I fumble out, “what if I don’tshow up?”

He leans in, his breath stroking my ear, making me tremble.

“I’ll fucking find you anyway.”

He turns and walks out. Like he didn’t just leave me standing in a smoldering pile of psychological carnage.

The restroom door swings shut behind him. I don’t move. Ican’t. My thighs are trembling. My panties are soaked. My chest heaves like I just ran a mile.

And the worst part…

I’m still aching for more.

9

NERO

I’m still fucking buzzingwhen I get home.

Still fuckinghard.

I get rid of my clothes like I’m peeling off my skin the second I walk in. The lights stay off as I drift through the shadows, stepping into my bedroom and moving to the wall of windows overlooking Manhattan.

It’s mirrored on the other side…not that I give a shit. Dark inside or not, no one in the streets below would see me naked, my hand wrapped around my steel-hard cock as I lean against the glass.

I plant a hand against the window, staring at the monster staring back at me.

My jaw’s set. My eyes are haunted. I look rabid. Deranged.

Hungry.

The instant the memory of her big blue eyes comes back to me, I start to stroke my dick, hand tight around my thickness, the swollen head already leaking precum. I replay the choking,whimpered, desperate sound Milena made when she gasped and writhed for me—when her sweet little cunt wrung my fingers tight as she dripped all over me, seconds away from coming.

I picture her eyes, wide and wild. Her brow caved, her jaw slack. Her legs spread and my fingers deep between them.

That pristine, polished, haughty princess veneer she wears so well shattering as she turned into my eager toy, humping my fingers like a horny cock slut.

I finish with a grunt, my muscles clenched tight. My dick surges and pulses in my hand, my balls drawing up tight as hot white cum sprays in ropes against the glass, like I’m covering the city—mycity—in my mark.

I suck in a ragged breath of air, giving my cock one final squeeze, letting the last drops of pearly white cum drip onto the floor.

When I’m done—as the aftershocks fade, and my heart slows, and the tensionshouldbe draining from my spine…

Nothing’s changed.

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