“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?”
His back lifted under my hands with his deep inhale. “Kicking myself for not bringing more condoms.”
The indication made me giggle. “I might be able to hunt a few down from my parent’s bathroom.”
Nero raised an eyebrow. “A few?”
I lifted one shoulder innocently. “Unless once is your limit?”
His eyes narrowed even as they glimmered with amusement. “Davien was right, you are going to be the death of us.”
My answer was the threading of my fingers through his hair and the lazy capture of his mouth with mine.
“Again, Nero. Fuck me again.”
Chapter Eight — Davien
“You came home late last night.”
Nero stumbled into the kitchen, looking the worst I’d ever seen the guy. There were deep wrinkles all across his clothes, clothes he’d been wearing the day before and apparently gone to bed in. His hair, normally brushed back was in tangles around a haggard face. And he smelled of sex. Lots of sex. He reeked of it.
He pulled open the fridge and yanked out a water bottle. I watched with amusement as he chugged down half of it. He gasped and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Long night,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his eyes and down the dark stubble coating his jaw. “Feel like I could sleep forever.”
I didn’t need to ask where he’d been or with whom.
“How was she?” I asked instead, biting back my grin.
He started back in the direction of his bedroom.
“Exhausting,” was the last thing I heard before the bedroom door shut behind him.
I snickered to myself. It served him right. He’d thought I was exaggerating. Mia was an animal. Taking her on alone was suicide. Granted, a really hot, really fulfilling kind of suicide, but still a suicide. She was going to kill a man, I just knew it. No one alive was going to be able to keep up with her, not without some serious chemical help. She needed her own haram, a line of virile and horny men to fuck her around the clock.
I wasn’t complaining. The passion Mia showed was exhilarating and contagious. It made a man want to keep going, to keep making her come until she passed out. But she was definitely not a one man job. It almost made me wonder if we needed to start seeing her at the same time. That way, at least we could tag each other in when it became too much. I knew that wasn’t always possible and it went against our rule to give each other one on one time with the girl on occasion. Otherwise, it would be an endless orgy. Sad to say, I’d been in many orgies and never walked out feeling like I wanted to crawl into bed for a month.
Setting aside thoughts of Mia and her addictive pussy, I returned to the binder with our count of the monthly pickups. Each of our houses had a solid yellow highlighter streaked through the names. We had never been late, never been short. Our record had always been impeccable.
Until now.
Luis’s request left us in a bad spot. Even with us covering the difference, even with Mia making up for the trouble, we couldn’t highlight the month. We didn’t lie in the book. That was how we tracked people who had shorted us in the past. That year so far, no one had. This would be our first blank slot.
I sighed, oddly disappointed in the sight. I’d always liked Luis. He was a good guy, did well by his family, but I couldn’t fathom what was so much more important than paying what he owed Eduardo. It was just such a risky decision, and he’d never struck me as a stupid guy. I just hoped whatever it was, he wouldn’t do it again. If not for his sake, then Mia’s. Even she wouldn’t be able to save him and it wouldn’t be up to me or Nero to decide his fate.
I closed the book and rubbed a hand over my prickly jaw. Most of my morning was spent counting Eduardo’s money and checking houses off the list. I hadn’t bothered with a shower or pulling a top on over my sweats. It was too hot outside and if I got dressed, I would feel the compulsion to go do something and I couldn’t find energy for that. Sitting in the same clothes I’d gone to bed in was a good deterrent.
The soft click of a door opening at the end of the hall had my head coming up. It was just me and Nero sharing the flat and I’d expected him to be in a coma, not shuffling into the living room as if someone shot his dog.
“Thought you’d be out longer than that,” I said, peeking at my phone sitting on the coffee table next to the open book.