Page 164 of Madness & Mercy
“Such a needy little whore,”he murmurs, the words coiling hot through my chest.
Then he’sright there,the head of his cock pressing against my ass. My whole body tenses, spine bowing as I brace myself. The first push makes me jolt forward, a sharp gasp spilling from my lips.
He doesn’t rush. He eases in with steady pressure, stretching me wide, inch by inch, until my jaw aches from grinding my teeth. My breath breaks on every shallow pull of air, heat crawling up my neck, all the way down my chest.
“Relax,” he says softly, mockingly, one hand pressing down on the small of my back, keeping me pinned.“Take me, piccolino. You can handle it.”
The words drag another moan out of me. My body burns, fighting to adjust, but the deeper he goes, the more something inside me unwinds, loosening under the pressure.
By the time he bottoms out, I’m shaking, forehead pressed to the desk, nails carving deeper into its surface.
Nico doesn’t give me time to catch my breath. His grip on my hip tightens, and then he pulls back just enough before slamming back in. A raw moan tears out of me. The stretch, theburn,the sharp crack of his hips against my ass—it’s as overwhelming as it isaddictive.
“Fuck—”The word rips out of me, strangled and desperate. My throat works uselessly for more air, my chest caving under the weight of sensation.
Nico laughs low in his chest as he leans over me.
“Already falling apart for me,piccolino? I’m just getting started.”
He drives into me harder, faster, setting a brutal rhythm. Every thrust shoves me forward, my knees threatening to give out, my fingers clawing for purchase on the desk that offers none. My cock grinds against the cool surface, every drag making me twitch uncontrollably.
“Listen to you,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Moaning like you were made to take this cock. Say it.Say you’re mine.”
My teeth sink into my lip hard enough to sting. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but then his pace shifts, anglingdeep, hitting that spot inside me that makes white fire lick up my spine.
“Say it,”he growls, slamming into me with each word, until my eyes water and my throat burns from holding back the cry building up inside me.
My pride shatters in the same instant my voice does.
“I’m yours,” I gasp, broken and trembling. “I’m—fuck,I’m yours.”
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so I can’t hide my face. His other hand slides down, pressing hard against my cock trapped against the desk. I buck violently at the contact, my body begging, surrendering to his touch.
“Good boy,” he whispers. “Nowcome for me.”
Ishatter.Helpless and wrecked, my release spills hot against the desk as my whole body convulses around him, every nerve fried and trembling with overstimulation.
Nico doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, drawing out every shudder, every broken sound, until I’m nothing but a ruined mess spread over his desk.
By the time he finally pulls out, my legs are useless. I slump forward, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my temples. My arms feel like lead, trembling so hard I can barely keep myself upright.
Behind me, I hear the rustle of clothes as Nico adjusts himself. A low hum escapes him, satisfied and smug.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hand sliding possessively down my spine. “Completely ruined. Just like you asked me to.”
I groan, too wrung out to bite back. My body aches, every nerve raw, but he’s right. Some sick, twisted part of mewantedthis.
Nico grabs a towel from a cabinet, wipes me down withinfuriatingcare, then pulls my pants back up for me like I can’tdo it myself. His fingers linger on my waistband before he steps back.
“You’ll stay out of trouble now, won’t you,piccolino?” he asks.
I turn my head just enough to glare at him over my shoulder. “Fuck you.” My voice cracks, wrecked and hoarse.
He chuckles darkly, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Already did.”
Heat creeps up my neck, but before I can fire back, he’s straightening the scattered files on his desk as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t justbreak meover it.
“Go get cleaned up,” he says smoothly, already sinking back into his chair and reopening the laptop. “I’ve got work to do.”
