Ruthless Games

So deep.

Fuck.

Nero bends over me, caging me in place. “You feel that, baby?” he demands, pistoning into me, grinding up high inside.

I whimper softly, spread wide for him. Cheek against the cool glass, but my body going up in flames. His hands rove over me, squeezing, gripping, taking possession in the way he does best.

“Please,” I gasp, grinding back onto his cock. “More!”

“Naughty girl, what did I tell you?” He slaps a hand over my mouth, muffling my cries as he gets to work, rutting into me from behind. “Those moans are all for me.”

But I can’t help it, it feels too good. Nero’s cock is surging inside me, owning me, hitting my sweet spot and making me moan and curse aloud. He sends my body jolting on the desk with every thick thrust, driving me wild. He’s even more demanding than usual, like he’s pouring his own frustrations into every thrust.

I can’t get enough.

“Goddamn, you take it so well,” he’s groaning above me, hips snapping hard. He reaches beneath me, fingers finding my slick nub, rubbing it in a swift pace that makes me cry out into his palm. I’m trapped here, pleasure being visited on me at every angle, and God, I can’t take it.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last—” the groan he sounds fills me with excitement. Knowing I’m doing this to him.

Knowing I’m the one making him beg.

I can’t hold back. Another deep thrust, and I shatter, clenching around him, my scream muffled by the weight of his hand. Nero’s curses are lost in my hair as he pumps once, twice more, and climaxes, shuddering into me in a rush of heat. I spasm, my pleasure washing over me in waves as I hold him tight.

Because damn. Even with the walls closing in, and more danger surrounding us than ever before, I’ll take it, just to be together.

There’s nothing that feels as good as this.