Page 68 of Dukes of Peril

Rolling my eyes, I head toward the emergency stairs, moving quickly. I’m perfectly aware that Nick is starting to lose patience with our time apart. I keep expecting him to start shit with one of the others, because recently–if briefly–Nick had me all to himself, and now he has to share. But it’s not like that.

It’s likethis.

I start to text him again, to let him know I’m on my way down, when the door to the stairwell opens and I’m pulled inside.

“Beat you,” Nick says, arm sliding around my waist.

“Jesus, you scared me.” My shoulders loosen a little, but my heart hasn’t settled from the surprise.

“Sorry,” he says, not looking sorry at all. “Time’s up.”

My pulse thrums as he leans in, mouth meeting mine in a sharp, bruising kiss. The split in my lip is still tender, but I hardly feel the throb when he coaxes my lips apart, sliding his hot tongue between them.

Being with Nick is always a swooping thrill, like dropping from the highest point of a rollercoaster for the very first time, and I’m just happy to be along for the ride. The feel of his hands on me, the pressure against my tense muscles, and the invasion of my mouth is all secondary to what’s driving it. The growl I can feel building in his throat, the way his hands keep moving from my tits to my ass, back to my face, like he wants to consume me all at once–it buzzes with a frantic need.

Nick once said no one could ever want me as much as he does.

That’s exactly how being with him feels.

It makes my prior anxiety slip away, hot arousal taking its place. I groan in approval, arching into his body, and he hums in response.

“You missed me too, didn’t you?” he asks, tipping my chin up to mouth at my throat.

“Yes.” I flatten my hands on his chest, running them down to the hard muscle of his abdomen. I stop at his buckle, panting as he sucks a painful bruise into my neck, and then begin clawing it open. Tugging at the waistband, I shove my hand inside to reach for his cock, finding it hard and radiating heat. “And this,” I whisper, stroking the length.

He shudders, forehead landing on mine. “Shit, Lavinia.” His cock swells in my hand, sparking warmth in my lower belly, but nothing is hotter than the way he’s looking at me, hooded and desperate.

I touch the sticky precum gathering on his tip, spreading it messily over the head of his cock. “I want to feel you in me, Nick.”

My request triggers something. I sense it in his rippling muscles, his clutching hands, the way his pupils blow wide, leaving nothing but the barest ring of blue. His face goes hard and intent, and then he’s grabbing the hem of my skirt and yanking up the fabric.

My breath catches as he wrenches my panties aside, eyes boring into me as his fingers trail over my clit. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe, knees wobbling.

“This,” he rumbles, fingers finding the slickness building in my folds, “is never off limits to me. You’re mine now, Little Bird. Do you understand what that means?”

I nod absently, fervently. He could ask me to magically grow a third tit and I’d probably agree when he’s looking at me like this, so unbearably intense. But when I say, “I understand,” I'm telling the truth. Giving myself to Nick wasn’t something I did lightly. A person doesn’t chain themselves to an atomic bomb without considering the ramifications. “You don’t want a third of me,” I say, driving this home. “You want it all.”

The lines on his face slowly ease, punctuated by my measured tugs on his cock. “So long as we’re clear.” His mouth crashes against mine, a groan reverberating between us, and I forget to consider how there simply isn’t enough of me to go around. Instead, I get lost in his rough whisper. “Fuck, I love how wet you get for me. Your pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?”

Liquid heat pools between my legs and he tears his mouth away, spinning me around to bend over the rail. My ass juts out, pressing against his crotch.

“Hold on to that railing, Little Bird,” he tells me. I comply, wrapping my hands around the cool metal, listening to the sound of his zipper lowering. A second later, I feel the sticky tip of his cock slotting between my legs. I spread open, giving him access to my entrance, where he nudges at my pussy. “That’s my girl.”

My back arches and his hands grab my hips, lifting my body as he guides himself inside with a quick, impatient punch.

“Ah!” I gasp, surging forward. The rail hits my abdomen, and my knuckles turn white against the black painted metal. I relish the feel of him inside, the push of his cock expanding against my walls. I look over my shoulder and beg, “Deeper.”

His hand shoots outward, wrapping around my neck, tilting my face so he can kiss me. His tongue burns hot in my mouth as he rocks his hips, dragging his cock out before slamming in again. “What did you two do last night?” he asks.

Biting down on a cry, my body jolts with another thrust. “We fucked.”

“Where?”

“At the gym,” I answer.

A gritty rumble escapes his throat, and then his hand dips down, fingers trailing down the cleft of my ass. “I meantwhere,” he says, fingertip pushing into the rim of my asshole.

I freeze, eyes widening. “Notthere!”

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