Nero put his lips by her ear. “You are so fucking wet for me, baby. Have you ever come before?”
Another rush of moisture escaped her as she listened to his words. She didn’t want to answer.
Nero kept his rhythm on her pussy, but then moved his other hand under her bra to grope the sensitive flesh he had been waiting to hold.
“Have you?” His whisper was now gone.
Elle shook her head, not able to deny Nero his answer.
Her chest rose when he rubbed her nipples into tiny peaks. His fingers felt rough over her delicate skin, making it almost unbearable.
“Good. The first time you come will be in my hand, and the second time will be with my dick in your pussy.” Nero thrust his tongue in her mouth as his thumb found her clit.
The way he was skillfully stroking her nub had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The pleasure Elle felt rocked her body and her hips began to thrust uncontrollably, wanting more and more.
Elle grabbed Nero for support as she teetered on the edge, her lack of experience not letting her last long. Her head fell back in a moan. She was close.
She felt Nero’s control shake above her, wanting his own release, but he continued to only pleasure her.
Elle started to feel the shuddering, and this time, Nero covered her lips as she moaned into his mouth. She squeezed her thighs together as the jolts went off within her, making it even more powerful because Nero’s hand continued its rhythm.
Elle lay there limp as her body went through the aftershocks. Shortly after, her heart started to calm along with the butterflies. She noticed Nero had to take a minute, as well.
Nero moved his weight off her, rolling on his back and then pulling her to his chest.
He spoke through his breath. “Baby, you’re more than enough for me.”
Elle laughed. “Promise?”
Nero kissed her forehead under her bandage. “Promise.”
She felt her heart start to glue itself back together. Elle gave up in fighting Nero. Her whole instinct and being told her to trust him. He had seen to it that her pleasure came before his, and she figured that had to be pretty hard for him.
“Thank you.”
Nero lightly tugged her hair and pulled it back so she would look at him. “I’m not going to let you stay a virgin forever. I know you want my dick just as bad as I want your pussy, baby, and that’s why it isn’t going to last much longer.”
Elle smiled at his determination. “We will see.”
She knew it was going to last for a while. She was going to make Nero work for that after what he made her feel. I don’t care if he just gave me… Holy shit! I just had my first orgasm.
Elle shoved her face in Nero’s chest, not wanting him to see her expression.
“Elle?” Nero tried to get her to look at him.
She covered her face with her hands when Nero got her head up. It didn’t take long for him to remove her hands. She tried not to show she was blushing.
Nero laughed, finally understanding. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about with having your first orgasm. If it helps, that was fucking hot as Hell.”
Elle opened her eyes. “Like that helps.”
“You’re going to have a lot more, Elle, so you might as well get used to it.” Nero made it a fact.
Ugh! Elle rolled her eyes at Nero, and he just laughed at her. Nero was convinced of them being together sexually, as well, and looking at the face that never gave up, Elle wondered how long she would last.
Elle’s head started to sting a little, reminding her how she’d ended up here in the first place. She could still hear the sound in her ear before she had passed out.
Elle grabbed Nero’s hand to look at it. She could tell he didn’t want her to see it, but Elle studied his hand anyway. It had been healing the last time she had looked at it, but now the whole hand was seriously messed-up. Every knuckle was inflamed and bloody looking. She had no idea how they weren’t broken.
“What did you do with him?”
Nero didn’t sugarcoat it. “I beat the shit out of him and left him there.”
Elle thought that should have scared her or resonated with her; instead, she brought his hand to her lips and placed kisses over each knuckle.
“You should get someone to look at this, Nero.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll go disinfect it and wrap it up later.”
Elle looked up at him, pleading “Can you please quit fighting now? Trying not to doesn’t work for you.”
Nero waited a moment to answer. “Yes, for you, I will.”
I’ve heard that before. “That’s what you said last time.”
Nero shrugged. “I mean it this time.”
Elle heard Nero’s phone ding.
“Chloe’s here.”
What?! “She is?”
“Yeah, so are Amo and Vincent.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Not Even a Morsel Was Left
Elle went down the huge wrought-iron staircase into the foyer. Nero had given her tiny shorts and said they were his sister’s. They don’t look any different than my underwear, but at least I’m a little bit more clothed.
Nero had called Chloe from Elle’s cell, telling her what happened and that Elle was going to sleep over at his house for the night. When he’d asked her to cover for Elle and say she was spending the night at Chloe’s, she had insisted on seeing Elle to make sure she was all right. The only thing Elle didn’t know was why Amo and Vincent had decided to show up.
Elle finally got to the bottom of the staircase where Chloe was waiting. She instantly knew Chloe must have been at an important dinner by the way she was dressed. She wore a black, long-sleeved, Peplum dress with black tights and heels. Her outfit was meant to be business attire, but Chloe’s curves made it look like she was dressed to go on a hot date.
“You didn’t leave until it was over, did you?” Elle was worried. She didn’t want Chloe to get in trouble.