Ruthless Games

I climax with a scream, pleasure slamming through me, ripping me apart. Nero drags me up, flush against his body, driving up into me and grinding there as I clench around him. Spasming my orgasm all over his cock.

“Fuck. Baby. Fuck!”

He comes with a roar, spurting up inside me, still thrusting, fucking us through the first waves of pleasure—and into the next. Over and over, he pounds into me, until we collapse on the staircase, totally spent.

I gasp for air, stunned. Not just by the sheer force of my pleasure, but by the connection, too.

The way it felt to finally admit I was his.

Nero pulls me into his sweaty arms, breathing fast. He groans, and I laugh.

“Right back at you,” I say, exhausted. He spoons me, wrapping his arms tight and dropping a kiss on the back of my neck.

“Guess we finally christened the new house,” he says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice.

Our house. I smile, looking at where our hands are intertwined. There’s a simple gold band on both our wedding fingers, and for the first time, I look at it, and feel…

Safe.

Satisfied.

His.

I suck in another breath, emotions rushing in, more than just pleasure. I’ve spent our first week of marriage full of anger and resentment, viewing it as another obstacle to my freedom. But now the words come back to me. We took a vow, for better or worse.

But which one are we now?