“Oh fuck, Nero,” she squeals when I do an upward motion, flicking fast and then slow before going fast again. Her heat feels like it’s on fire and she squirms in front of me, before bucking up with her hips as if she can’t get enough. When it gets too much, she pulls away her face, raising it to the ceiling while she cries out, frantically chasing what I’m giving her.
I growl, smacking her ass again, “Keep your mouth on that fucking cock.” I’ve left a trail of blood on her ass cheek but I’ll clean it up later.
Whimpering, she pops her mouth over on me again, sucking, licking and twirling her tongue around until I almost explode. Any time she tries to take a breather to be able to endure, I smack her ass again, making sure her mouth is where it belongs and she cries out each time before furiously pushing her face down and getting to work.
I watch her through hooded eyes and I’m about to blow, so I drag her over down on my shaft again and she goes limp from the surprise, her lips swollen and eyes hooded when she looks at me over her shoulder. “Move,” I growl, “or I’ll use the belt on you again and this time you won’t like it.”
Whimpering, she quickly starts to move and her fingertips dig into my thighs. I groan, rolling my head back and I want to stroke a hand down her back but I don’t. There’s not supposed to be any tenderness now. Right before she’s about to fly off the edge, I yank her back and she curses me, screams that she hates me and I throw her down on her stomach, grabbing the belt and tie her hands behind her back so she can’t struggle.
“Nerooo...,” she squeals in outrage, right when I push into her and grunt. I thrust with my hips, my hand clasped on top of her head, my body working her relentlessly and she lets out moans that toy with my sanity.
“Enough hatred for you, you little slut?” I growl. “Is this what you wanted from me?”
Sobbing, she shamelessly nods and she can’t even make any sounds anymore, burying her face in the sheets before erupting. Thank fuck! I don’t know how much longer I would’ve lasted and I follow, filling her up and it seems to go on forever.
When I pull away, she weakly lays there, whispering my name under her breath. Over and over.
“See,” I rasp into her ear, “I’ll always give you what I want, even if I hated doing it.”
“Why?” she pants.
Because, I adore her too much but if she asks me again, I’ll do it in a heartbeat.
8.
Monique
I lay splayed out in his bed like a starfish, while he wipes the blood off my butt. Groaning, I turn to look at him only to see that he has eyes fixed between my legs and I can imagine what I must look like there right now. Swollen, raw, insatiable...
He presses a kiss against my lower back, murmuring a couple of endearments and he brims with satisfaction. I don’t know who’s more pleased about what just happened, me or him. Rolling over to my back for a while, I stare at the ceiling while trying to come down on earth. Nero drags on his denims, but leaves the belt and the top buttons open and my lower belly stirs again.
Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he just walked around naked all the time. Swallowing, I suddenly remember who he is and what he’s done and I wrap the sheet around me before reaching for my t-shirt.
“What are you doing?” Nero asks, stopping in the doorway. “Why are you getting dressed?”
I avoid looking at him, scooching over to the end of the bed and whip my hair off my face. I know now that he won’t hurt me. He killed a man for me, took a knife through his palm for me and he still looks at me like I’m no trouble at all.
“We need to talk,” I whisper and even though I’m not afraid, I’m still nervous and butterflies dance in my chest. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Nero leans against the doorway, shrugging but his eyes are serious as if he can sense that this is important. I wring my hands, not knowing how to tell him and my throat feels thick, puffy and I let out a couple of coughs.
“Now I’m suspicious,” he says, straightening and his arms fall by his side, “are you mad because of what just happened between us?”
Looking up at him with pleading eyes, I whisper. “No, but I’m not your girlfriend, Nero. I’ve never been yours, not until you ambushed me in the alley and brought me here.”
Surprise floods his eyes, right before amusement and he lets out a hoarse laugh. “You want us to roleplay, is that it?” A smile crosses his face and he walks over to me, sliding his knuckles along my jawline. “Do you want to be my little captive and have my play your captor?”
I shrug off his hand, leaning back on the bed before dragging him down until he sits next to me. “I’m not playing around.” Clasping his face, I lick my lips before panting, “Nero, you need to listen to me. You’re not well but you will be once you understand.”
“Understand what?” he rasps, sounding tired and he drags an impatient hand down his neck.
Shaking my head, I murmur, “I was never alone with you in the dark. First time we ever met was a week ago. You shoved me into your car and brought me here because you think I’m yours, because you think you know me but you don’t.”
“What’s this about, Monique,” he grits between his teeth before snorting and rolling his eyes in annoyance. “If this is your last, desperate attempt to push me away then it’s not working.”
Gritting my teeth, I try not to scream. “Listen to me.” I put my hands on his shoulders and look deep into his eyes. “Those scars on your face were caused by me. I’m the one who scratched you because I tried fighting you off. I was afraid of you this whole time, thinking you’ll hurt me and I did tell Hank that you had kidnapped me.”
He flinches, something stirring in his eyes as if he’s finally hearing what I’m saying.
“Nero, I’m not your world. I’m not the one you think I am, I’m just a girl you abducted and terrified half to death and...” I trail off when the look in Nero’s eyes turns glassy and I have a feeling he’s blanking again. Lifting my palm, I give his cheek a slap. “No! You don’t get to do that. Don’t block this out on me.”
He has to accept this. Otherwise he’ll keep thinking I’m someone I’m not. Pinching my lip, I rub his shoulder, murmuring that it’s going to be okay. Nero shudders, twitching a little and then he blinks.
“You tried to fight me,” he rasps and his lips have paled. “And I wouldn’t let you go.” A pained sound escapes him and I try to hold his hand but he yanks it back. “You pretended to want me back because you were scared of me.”
“It’s not that simple,” I try, “at first, yes but now....” I trail off when his eyes squeeze and his skin is getting clammy.