Page 115 of Dance of Madness

A tingle ripples through me as he pulls the washcloth away, letting me lower myself into the sudsy warmth of the tub again.

“Well,” I huff, half meaning it, “you were going to bring Alicia here.”

He smirks. “To chase, maybe. But that would have been it.”

I eye him with utter skepticism.

“Justto chase.”

He nods. “Is that so hard to believe?”

I snort. “Kind of.”

Nero exhales and passes me the cigarette again. “I…” He looks away, frowning.

“Tell me,” I suddenly say quietly. My hand slips out of the water, and before I know it, I’m taking his hand in mine.

I’m not sure why I do it. It feels bizarrely intimate.

“I get off on the chase itself,” he growls. “The sex is…fine.”

I glare daggers at him. Nero smirks, chuckling quietly.

“Poor choice of words, sorry.”

“I’llsay,” I mutter.

“Present company excepted,obviously.”

His hand slips from mine, snakes over the edge of the tub, and dips into the water. I gasp, shuddering and feeling fire spark in my core as his hand slides up between my legs to cup my pussy.

“Thissex,” he growls, his voice rough, “is veryveryfucking good.”

He stubs the cigarette out in a little dish next to the tub and stands. I watch, my pulse picking up and my eyes shamelessly wandering over his gorgeous body as he steps into the hot water and sinks down, facing me.

His hand reaches for me under the bubbles, and I whimper when he cups my sex again. One of his thick fingers begins to trace up and down my lips lazily before he sinks a finger into me, taking my breath away.

Even as pleasure starts to hum through my body, the unanswered questions come too.

“Nero…”

“M-hmm?” he murmurs, rolling his fingertip over my clit, making me whimper.

“The other day…” I shake my head, my brow furrowing. “What was it that I said or did that put you off?”

His fingers pause for a second or two. Then I coo softly, my eyes fluttering shut when he starts to finger me again. But he remains silent, and when I open my eyes, he just shakes his head.

“Tell me.”

His head shakes again. “There are things about me you don’t want to know, princess,” he murmurs.

“You don’t know that. Try me.”

“No, Milena?—”

I push his hand away from between my legs.

“No more of this, then.”

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