Page 33 of Bad Men

My heart leapt. My pussy clenched as if volunteering.

“Lips,” I panted.

His head dropped and I eagerly welcomed the fusion of our mouths. I moaned into his skin. My fingers slipped up his chest to curl into the lapel of his coat and drew him closer.

“Fuck me, Nero,” I breathed against his mouth. “Please?”

His body gave a shudder in my arms. His kiss became bruising, crushing before he tore away and took several steps back. Something heavy and metal was placed on the nightstand.

“Get on the bed.”

I scrambled past him, fingers fumbling for the zipper of my uniform. I was stepping out of the dress when he grabbed my arm. In two powerful motions, he tore my panties off then my bra. The snaps of fabric ripping away cut into my skin, leaving marks, but all my brain could register was how hot it made me.

With a push, he sent me sprawling across the mattress. The springs jingled under the assault. I gasped, but it was silence by the hands shackling around my ankles. I was wrenched violently forward and spread for him.

I probably should have been terrified. He was being so rough, but I liked it. I liked that touch of pain, the sliver of fear. I liked being manhandled into submission. The violence thrilled me, had my soaked to the point of agony.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I’m already so close.”

He chucked off his coat, then his top. His jeans quickly followed until he was naked and hard standing before me. His cock bobbed against his midsection, proud and ready to put an end to my suffering.

I spread wide and reached for the inferno between my thighs. He watched me tease the slippery knot. A few more flicks and it would come undone.

“Nero…” I panted.

He vanished from sight, dropping to his knees between my legs. I had no time to register when he lapped at my core with the flat surface of his tongue. The single sweep ripped my hips off the mattress. My fingers plunged into his hair, holding him to me. A sound between a snarl and a groan vibrated up my throat and I fought to keep it trapped between my gritted teeth.

He didn’t let me cum.

I was seconds away from that glorious cliff when he pulled back and rose. I watched, on the brink of insanity while he located his jeans and fished out his wallet. There was no need to ask what he was looking for. The crinkle of foil was enough of an indicator for me to wiggle over to the nightstand and snap on the light. The dull glow painted shadows throughout the room, but cast a harsh halo over the sleek, black gun on the table. I had just enough time to realize that was the item he’d set aside earlier when he caught me and pulled me to him.

“Can I be on top?” I asked.

“It’ll be harder,” he said. “For you.”

I nodded. “I know. I mean, I figured, but I’d like to try.”

Nero studied my upturned face a long moment before sitting himself down on my bed. His large hands guided me over his legs, over the monstrous cock straining up towards me. It probably wasn’t monstrous, an average seven inches, but it appeared massive now that the time had come.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured into the shoulder he was littering kisses across.

I swallowed audibly and forced a chuckle. “I’m a bit nervous,” I confessed. “Davien assured me it would fit, but kneeling over it, it’s seems a little impossible.”

“He’ll fit,” Nero assured me without hesitation. His lips had found their way to my chin. “He was made for you, made to be inside you.”

The impact those words had on me was all the conviction my vagina needed to see this happen.

I lowered my hips. Nero reached between our bodies and held himself steady, held himself in position. The thick, purple head covered in a thin rubber settled against my opening. I nudged down on it, hoping it would just slip in like it did in porn. But it caught.

“Am … am I not in the right spot?”

“You are. You have to push down.”

“I am.” I wiggled my hips in indication. “It won’t go in.”

He kissed my throat and traveled upward towards my mouth. “Do you trust me?”

That was an odd question. I’d only known him two days, and both times, he’d gotten me naked. But I did trust him to some degree. I was actively trying to get him inside me. That warranted some trust, didn’t it?

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