Page 34 of Bad Men

“Yes,” I decided.

He snorted what could have been mistaken for a chuckle. “Took you long enough.”

“I had to think about it,” I stated briskly. “You’re still virtually a stranger to me. I don’t even know—”

The arms he’d banded around my waist yanked me down with an unexpected and vicious pull. That single motion drove him high up inside me, tearing an unfamiliar surge of pain and pleasure all the way up my spine. I may have cried out, I couldn’t be sure over the shock of having a man stretching my body apart. He also captured the sound with his mouth, muffling it, swallowing it until there was nothing but my whimpers of disbelief.

“Nero...”

“Shh,” he whispered into my shoulder. “Give it a minute, but the worst part is over.”

The worst part was over. I was no longer a virgin. I had a penis inside me.

That brought on a whole new reality, a crackling new sensation as my body became aware of the object nestled to the hilt inside me. It was stretching my walls, making itself at home in a place no one else had ever been.

“You’re inside me,” I breathed, marveling at the prospect.

“I am,” he confirmed, tipping his head back so we were eye to eye.

I lifted my hips, just slightly, just enough to pull myself up the shaft. The motion was painful, my channel too sensitive.

“It hurts,” I whispered, struggling not to move anymore in fear of causing myself further discomfort.

“Hold on.”

In a fluid sweep, he twisted us over without dislodging the cock still buried halfway inside me. I was placed on my back with him seated between my legs. For a moment, he didn’t move, his gaze fixed on the spot we were joined.

“What?”

He shook his head. “My cock stretching your tight little hole...” His gaze drifted upwards slowly until I was caught in their hungry crosshairs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this fucking hot.”

I shivered at the gravelly purr of his voice. The muscle encasing him clenched and the bad man everyone was terrified of groaned.

“Fuck yes!” he rasped, eyes on our midsection once more. “You’re finally mine, baby girl. You and this hungry little cunt.”

When he forced himself back in, there was no pain, only the slippery suck of my walls greeting him home. Whatever lingering discomfort remained was overshadowed by the look of sheer animalistic pleasure darkening his face, curling back his lips over his teeth, darkening his eyes. The fingers at my hips bit into flesh, leaving bruises as reminders of how much he needed this, needed to be inside me, needed to fuck us both into unconsciousness. But he held back. I knew he was. Despite his grip, there was tension running up his arms, a restrain that coiled across his shoulders; he was trying not to hurt me. He was giving me a chance to get used to him.

“Faster,” I whispered, circling my legs around his waist and pulling him over me. “I want to feel you.”

That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. The weight of him pressing down on me would have been suffocating, but then he was moving, driving his hips up hard against mine. The slab of man inside me matched his pumps, slamming up and pulling back in the same rhythmic motion.

I couldn’t breathe. I clung to the man wrecking my bed with clawed fingers gouging into the hard muscles of his back. The heels of my feet dug into the flexing globes of his ass, urging him in deeper with every thrust.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded.

Nero’s arms shot out and his hands closed around the railings along the footboard of my bed. The frame creaked with every brutal plunge, matching the violent slap of skin as our bodies raced the other to the finish line.

“Nero!” His name was the only warning I gave him to the utter collapse of my world.

He was there, capturing my mouth, stifling my scream with his own vicious snarl. His entire body shuddered, amplifying the heat I felt rushing between my thighs. I caught him when he slumped forward. I littered his neck and shoulder with kisses and was rewarded by the snuggle of his face against my throat. I stroked the welts I left down his back, secretly pleased with myself.

“Oh my God,” I moaned.

He raised his head and peered down at me. His hands smoothed away strands of hair from my eyes.

“You okay?”

I nodded, unable to contain my grin. “I think I may have lost feeling in my toes for a minute there, but ... I think I’ll live. How are you?”

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