His fingers trail down from my jaw, along my throat, over the neckline of my dress. I go weak, fire racing along the path of his touch.
“Would that make you happy, baby?” he asks, teasing over the slope of my breast. “Mark your territory, clawing up my back. We can leave the door open if you want, so everyone can see. Hell, maybe I’ll invite Avery back to join us,” he adds with a smirk. “No need to be jealous, there’s plenty to share. You can ride my face while you tell her exactly how to suck my cock.”
I wrench away with a gasp. “You’re disgusting,” I curse, shaking.
Nero laughs. “Yeah, but you’re still too wet to stand.”
With that crude parting shot, he walks out, leaving me gasping there with fury—and desire.
I wish I hadn’t kissed him like that. I gave myself away and let him know that I feel something for him, despite everything. Possession. Lust. Plain, raw sexual need.
And what’s he going to do with that information now?
My blood runs hotter at the thought.
Damn it.