Page 84 of Dance of Madness

“Good girl.”

Then, Nero starts to fuck me.

It’s almost too much. Too deep. Too fast, too rough, tooeverything.

But it’s in that madness and frenzied violence that I find exactly what I crave.

His muscles clench as he fucks me hard, brutally, scraping my knees against the steps as my fingers scrabble for purchase. He yanks up my top and roughly rips down my bra. I cry out, whimpering and sobbing with sick pleasure as my nipples drag across the wood, sending bolts of ecstatic pain rippling through my body.

His fist yanks my ponytail. His palm slaps my ass hard, then grips it tight as he thrusts into me with deep, punishing strokes. My mind melts and my body comes undone as he keeps up the frantic, vicious pace.

Suddenly, I’m breaking apart at the seams.

Fuck.

Oh fucking FUCK.

With a strangled cry, I feel myself coming hard for him, my pussy clenching and rippling, gripping his thick cock as he pounds into me.

“There’sa good girl,” he snarls. “Coming all over my fat fucking dick like a good little princess. Let me feel it drip down my fucking balls, baby.”

The orgasm tears through me like a hurricane, taking with it the last of my strength. I cry out, whimpering and moaning as I collapse on the steps, limbs like spaghetti, body utterly spent. My cheek is against the stairs, my mouth slack.

Nero is nowhere near done with me, though. If anything, the way I just came undone and melted into a puddle only fuels him on, like lighter fluid on a fire.

His thrusts get harder, deeper, rougher. His hands are everywhere: mauling my breasts, pinching my nipples, wrapping around my throat, pulling my hair, slapping my ass. His grip there tightens. His thumb pushes between my cheeks.

Oh, fuck…

All I can do is whimper, drooling against the wood of the stairs as he sinks his thumb into my tight back hole and keeps fucking me like a rag doll.

The feeling is utterly consuming, like he’s taking every part of my soul. The electric sensation of his thumb in my most private place sends rippling pulses through my core that have my entire reality spinning as I gasp for air.

“Too... It’s too much,” I whine against the stairs, almost incoherent even to myself. Even as I say that, my body rebels against me, shattering and coiling and exploding in another orgasm.

Nero chuckles darkly, not slowing the frantic thrusts of his hips against my ass—his huge cock ripping me open and making places inside me I didn’t even know I had ache for both more and mercy.

“Is it, princess?” he grunts, grabbing my hair in a fist.

“Y—yes!”

He starts to fuck his thumb in and out of my ass, sending my body into another shaky, gasping state.

“Nero…please…”

He reaches under me with his other hand, and when his fingers pinch my clit, it’s like a wave crashing over me again.

I’m coming.

Fucking.Again.

“Nero!” I sob. “It’s too?—”

Another cry. Another shatter.

I need to stop fucking orgasming.

“If it really was too much, princess,” he murmurs, grunting in drawn-out pleasure as he pushes into me again, “you’d stop gripping my cock so eagerly, trying to keep me inside.”

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