Ruthless Heart

His cock.

Fuck.

I lay there, waiting for the ache to subside, but I’m flooded with frustration, so I get up and throw on a robe, heading through the dark apartment to the kitchen. A pint of ice-cream is about the only satisfaction I’m going to get tonight, so I find a tub of Haagen Dasz from the freezer, and grab a spoon.

But just as I’m digging in, a noise makes me startle. “Hello?” I yelp, whirling around. “Is anyone there?”

“It’s my damn apartment.” Nero emerges from the shadows, dressed in grey sweatpants and a thin T-shirt. He crosses to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water as I cover my racing heart with my hand and try to catch my breath.

“You scared me.”

“Why?” Nero smirks. “You think anyone would be dumb enough to break in here?”

I try to ignore the fact I was just having triple-X rated fantasies about the man standing just a few feet away from me. “I don’t know what kind of company you keep.”

“Jealous?”

The question hangs in the dim light between us.

I scoff. “Keep dreaming.”

“Oh, you don’t want to know about my dreams, Princess.” Nero catches my hand as I pass, pulling me in close to him.

My breath hitches. His eyes meet mine, amusement in the dark, stormy depths. “Or maybe you do…” He purrs, inhaling slowly.

He lifts my hand to his mouth, and slowly licks my fingers.

The fingers I was using to touch myself.

I gasp, stunned.

“Delicious,” he says, his voice low. His gaze turns hungry, roving over my body. “Did you come thinking about me?”

I yank my hand back, shocked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, as my cheeks flush hot.

“Oh, I think you do.” Nero follows me back, trapping me against the cool metal of the refrigerator. His body presses closer, his breath is hot on my ear as he leans in, murmuring, “I think you’ve been rubbing that pretty cunt of yours, whimpering for me to come fill it all the way up.”

Desire crashes through me, and I clench, turned on. “How did you know…?” I stutter, reeling.

Nero sees it too in my reaction, and a smile of cruel victory spreads across his face. “I could smell it on you, Princess. You smell like sex.”

His teeth nip at my earlobe, and I shudder, my legs going weak. I was wound tight before I even walked into the kitchen, but now?

Now I’m shaking. It feels like just one touch, and I’ll crash over the edge of that climax I was chasing.

The one my own hands couldn’t provide.

Nero runs one possessive hand down my body, gauging my unsteady state. “Or maybe you didn’t get what you needed, hmmm? Maybe you came out here in this skimpy tank top, looking for me to finish the job.” He plucks at one of my stiff nipples, sending a shock of sensation through me.

“I didn’t…” I protest weakly, but I know deep down, he’s right. It wasn’t a late-night snack I was looking for to sate my appetite.

It was him.

“Yeah, you need it bad, don’t you, baby?” Nero presses right there between my legs, and fuck, even through the cotton of my pajama pants, it’s enough to make me cry out in pleasure. “My perfect princess is all wound up, wet and needy to take my cock.”

He rubs my clit slowly, and I whimper, too far gone to try pretending anymore. “Yes,” I gasp, bucking against his fingers. “Please, I need…”

“What do you need?” Nero demands.