My whole body is shaking, the orgasm rocking me to the bone.
“That’s right.” Nero licks up my cheek, his grip in my hair as unrelenting as the hard dick buried inside me. “Feel me.” He pushes his hips harder against my ass. “Know that it’s me inside of you.” His teeth drag down my neck. “Me that lights you on fire.”
I pull against his hold in my hair, the harsh tug at the roots a welcome distraction from what’s happening between my legs.
“You told me you’d cheat.” I hate how pitiful I sound. “But I didn’t think you meant like that.”
A low rumble vibrates from his chest, through my back. “It’s not like that.” His grip leaves my hair, and I drop my forehead to the bed. But of course, his hands follow, his fingers rubbing soft circles against my scalp. “I wasn’t with her like that.”
I try to ignore the way his touch comforts me. And I try to ignore the fullness of his cock filling me. Just filling me.
“You let her touch you.” My throat aches.
“Never again.” The hand on my pussy is motionless, but he’s still pressing against my clit and it’s making it hard to think.
“You were touching her.” My voice struggles, but it comes out as the loud accusation I feel.
“You haven’t been listening.” I can feel his frustration, even as his cock throbs. “She was there to distract the crowd. She was the fucking hired help, to keep people looking at her, and not wondering where I’d be spending the night.”
Hired help.
I was right. He paid her.
“Have you slept with her?”
“That’s not important.”
“Have you?!” I’m back to shouting. My anger edging out my hurt.
Nero’s upper body pulls away from me, and it’s the missing pressure that makes me notice the way his shirt buttons were digging into my back. He’s still dressed.
“You want to know if I’ve fucked that whore, Payton? Is my Sweet Girl really asking me that?”
His hands clamp around my hips, and I’m suddenly lifted off the mattress. My hands automatically push against the blankets and I barely catch myself when Nero pushes me forward, with his hips.
His cock is even deeper now, and with him buried to the hilt, I walk my hands up the mattress. The soft texture of his pants on the back of my thighs conflicts with the hard muscles beneath. And something thuds to the floor, that can only be the knife.
“Yeah, Baby. I have.” He spits the words, and the admission slices through me. “I’ve fucked her.”
Nero follows me up onto the bed. Kneeling behind me.
“Leave me alone.”
His hands tighten on my hips.
“You want to know what it was like?” His tone is so full of anger it scares me.
I shake my head, because no, I don’t want to know any more.
With both of us on our knees, Nero wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me up until we’re both kneeling upright, our bodies flush.
With my arms free, he yanks the ruined dress and bra away. Leaving me fully naked, to his fully dressed.
“It was forgettable,” he whispers into my ear.
Then, for the first time since he entered me, he pulls his hips back, until only the head of his cock is in me. My pussy lips spread around his girth, clinging to him.
“It was nothing.”
His cock twitches, causing my clit to throb in response.
“Anyone I’ve ever been with, is nothing. Because they aren’t you.”
He thrusts forward on the last word.
My mouth drops open in a silent scream. And my hands claw behind me, trying to find something to hold on to. Trying to find him.
Catching the sides of his shirt, I twist my fingers into the fabric.
One of his hands slides up to hold me around the throat, the other presses hard against my belly, making him feel even bigger inside me.
Nero’s loud groan of pleasure almost sends me into another orgasm.
“I’ve fucked other women.” He pulls out and slams back in. “But not since I met you.” His hips pull away. “And the ones before, they meant nothing.” Another pounding thrust forward. “I never made love to them.” The hand on my stomach drops away. “And I never killed for them.”
Killed for them?
The hand on my throat slides up, so his thumb and fingers are framing the underside of my jaw, holding my head still.
“I’ll only ever make love to you.” His hips roll up, the tip of him hitting the end of me. “And I’ll gladly kill for you. As many times as it takes.”
A flash of light breaks through the haze of lust filling my brain, and I blink.
It can’t be.
The gold ring…
My throat tightens.
It can’t be.
Stupid girl.
Worthless cow.
Waste of space.
Fucking pathetic.
That ring digging into my neck.
That man terrorizing me.
Threatening me.
That ring representing the reason I was forced to leave.
The reason I’ve been all alone.
Terrified for years.
I gasp for breath and stare at Arthur’s ring.
Arthur’s ring between Nero’s fingers.
“He’s gone, Baby.” Nero nuzzles his cheek against mine.
My eyes burn. “You… You killed him?”
Nero turns his hand up, letting the ring roll into his palm.
“I killed him.”
Relief, greater than any emotion I’ve ever felt, consumes me.
Nero’s grip on my throat grounds me. And changes everything. Erasing so much history in that one moment.
“He’s gone?” Tears are rolling from my eyes.
“He’s gone.” Nero kisses my shoulder and I sag into his grip, my body losing its ability to hold me up.
Arthur is gone.
Nero wraps his arm back around my waist, holding me against him, letting me cry.
“He’ll never hurt you again.” Nero presses his lips to my temple, his tongue darting out to catch more tears.
