Ruthless Heart

I whimper in delight. God, he’s going make me come, and we’re not even naked yet.

Impatient, I reach for him, trying to yank his shirt open and run my hands over his chest. His body is so magnificent, I need to touch. I need to taste him. But Nero makes a sound of amusement, and this time, he grabs my wrists more forcefully.

I stare down at him, breathless.

“We’ve just started and you’re already breaking the rules,” he muses, his voice a low, sexy growl. “Do you want to be punished?”

Punished. My pulse kicks with excitement at the idea. Just what would that mean…? “Maybe,” I answer, teasing. “What are you going to do about it?”

Nero’s eyes darken. “Naughty girl.”

He lands a quick smack on my ass, making me yelp. “Now hush,” he orders me. “This body of yours has been aching for me, and you can bet I’m making up for lost time.”

He pulls my dress up, over my head, and I eagerly help him with the task, leaving me in just my white lace bra and panties, kneeling on the bed beside him.

Nero’s gaze rakes over me, making me shudder with awareness. He lets out a low grown. “Fuck, baby… Take off your bra. Show me those perfect tits.”

I reach for the front clasp of the bra, opening it with a flick of my wrist. My nipples grow harder as the cool air in the room hits them. Nero’s tongue darts out and licks his lips.

“You want to touch something so bad?” he asks, eyes flashing with barely controlled lust. “Touch yourself, Princess. Play with your nipples. Show me where you want my mouth.”

I do as he orders, running my thumbs across my nipples and sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling.

Nero leans in, following my touch and giving my breasts a slow lick. He sucks on one nipple, then pulls off, his mouth making an obscene wet pop. Oh God. He pulls his shirt over his head and starts to open his pants. When he pushes his jeans down, his erection springs free, thick and straining.

Fuck. I run my eyes over him greedily, taking in the well-defined chest and abdomen, all lean muscle and tattoos. His body is a work of art, and as for his cock…

My mouth waters, watching him fist his thick length in his hand. He smiles lazily. “You’ve missed this beast, haven’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I can’t lie to him. The nights I’ve spent, reliving my first time with him. Imagining what he would be like now, how he would take me, continue the lessons in pleasure we only just begun. “I need you, God, so bad.”

Nero’s expression flashes with victory, and then faster than I can process, I’m suddenly on my back beneath him. “That’s because this pussy knows it belongs to me,” he growls, palming between my legs, making me moan. “Now tell me I can fuck it bare.”

My mind is so full of lust, it takes me a second to realize what he means. “Yes, I’m on the pill,” I gasp, writhing beneath him. “Nero, please…”

“No going back, baby,” Nero rears up above me, wild-eyed and magnificent. He grips my panties and rips them off my body like they were paper. I feel a shock of realization, understanding for the first time how much he’s been holding himself back.

And what it means to see him finally unleashed.

“You’re going to give me everything,” he growls, roughly spreading my thighs. “Daddy’s home.”

He holds me down and fucks into me, all the way to the hilt.

Fuck!

I scream in pleasure, just about losing my mind at the thick intrusion, thrusting deep. God, so deep. Nero lets out a guttural noise, and for a moment, we’re suspended there. Not moving.

Joined again.

I flex, my body trying to adjust to the sheer girth of him, and Nero groans again. “Fuck, baby, I can’t wait—”

“So don’t,” I say breathlessly. I clench around him, already needing more friction. Needing more of him. Everything my body has been aching for. Everything I’ve been missing all these years. “Don’t hold back.” I tell him, desperate. “Don’t be gentle. Just take me.”

Nero rears up and fucks me into the sheets.

Yes!

I arch up to meet his thrusts, wrapping my legs around his waist. He slams into me again, deeper, harder, filling me up, and fuck, I can’t take it, it’s just too good. My mind shuts down, the world disappears, and all that’s left is the hot groan of his panting and the high-pitched sound of my moans, and the slick, damp drive of his body, fucking me with a force that shakes the bed and sends my body jolting with impact.