Page 85 of Dance of Madness

I sob as another wave ripples through me, sending me reeling as I kick at thin air and claw at the wood beneath me. I clench myknees together, but that just makes him feel even bigger inside me.

“Please…!”

Nero chuckles again. “You keep asking me to stop, princess, and yet your greedy pussy won’t stop tightening around me. I think you and she need to have a sidebar and figure out what you really want. In the fucking meantime…”

I scream as he brutally rams into me, pushing his thumb deep alongside his cock as he yanks my ponytail.

“In. The. Fucking.Mean. Time…”

Every word is punctuated with a vicious thrust of his cock.

“I’m going to keep using this slutty hole until you can’t walk for amonth.”

He rams into me once more. For a second, when he slides his bulging, fat cock out of my tender, swollen pussy, I think I’ll find relief.

Not that it hurts. I mean, itdoes, in a delicious, aching way. It’s justtoo much. Too much pleasure. Too much sensation. Too—I can’t believe I’m thinking it—too many orgasms.

I gasp as he picks me up, a tangle of limbs and what little clothing is still attached to me, stands and stomps up the rest of the stairs.

For a second, I think maybe he’s had his fill. That this death by pleasure is over.

Then hethrows medown, and I hit a soft bed.

Lady Greymoor’s bed.

Nero is on me in a millisecond, a wild beast pouncing. He grabs a fistful of my panties and yoga pants tangled around my knees and shoves my legs back, pushing my knees into my breasts, folding me in half.

My eyes lock on his frenzied, feral green gaze as he reaches through my ankles and slowly wraps his fingers around my throat.

Oh fuck…

His fat, swollen dick pushes into my battered pussy, making me wince and whine with black, twisted pleasure as he sinks all the way into me.

He starts pounding, fucking me hard and deep, his grip tightening on my throat.

My vision swims. Pleasure I’ve never imagined explodes in my core as I feel myself start to comeagain.

And again.

And again.

“Stop.”

“Please.”

It’s not that Iwanthim to stop.

It’s that Ihaveto stop orgasming, or I’m going to black the fuck out.

“I can’t?—”

“Youcan, princess,” he snarls into my ear, crushing me as he bites the lobe. “And you fucking will. You’ll take my cock like agood girl, and your slutty, greedy little pussy will keep coming all the fuck over it untilI saywe’re done.”

A wrenching sob of pleasure and abject submission whines from my throat.

“Take it out…”

“Then stop coming all over it.”

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