Ruthless Heart

“What is wrong with you?” I exclaim, furious. I push back my chair and get to my feet. “Why did you have to do that in front of Fiona? She didn’t deserve that. If the guy’s a cheating bastard, then why didn’t you threaten him in private?”

Nero narrow his eyes. “Because he’ll take it seriously now. And because she’ll be the one telling him to vote my way, so these photos don’t get out and humiliate her even more.”

I can’t believe this. “You disgust me,” I tell him, heading for the door. I’m guessing we won’t be invited to stay for dessert.

Nero catches up to me in the foyer. “What did you expect?” he demands, grabbing my arm and turning me to face him. “That I’d ask nicely? Say ‘please,’ when the guy looks down his nose at me like that? Fuck no,” he vows. “I’m a lion, not a goddamn lamb.”

I try to pull free. “That was cruel,” I tell him.

“And that’s who I am,” Nero growls, his expression dark. He backs me up against the wall, until I’m crushed against him, his voice low in my ear. “I’m cruel, and ruthless, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want. You just can’t admit you like me this way.”

I shake my head, even as my pulse kicks with excitement. “I don’t.”

“Oh yeah?” Nero trails a hand over my breast, squeezing roughly. I shudder. “You’re lying to yourself,” he says with a cruel smirk. “It makes you hot, seeing this side of me. The king who takes what he wants.”

“You’re wrong.” My voice wavers with desire. Fuck. He’s right. I can’t even deny it like I mean it. Watching him dominate every room he walks into.

Watching him dominate me.

Nero’s smile grows. “Is that so? Because I think if I shove that dress up around your waist, you’ll be wet and ready for me. If I tell you to get on your knees right now, you’ll do it, just hit the floor and open that sweet mouth and beg to suck my cock.”

I gasp, as Nero yanks me into a nearby coat closet and slams the door. Suddenly, I’m pressed up against him in the dark, his mouth on mine.

Yes.

I sink into the kiss, already hot and reeling.

Then he pulls back, spins me around, and shoves me face-first against the wall. “Hands up, baby,” he growls in my ear from behind me, his weight pinning me in place. “Let’s see about that bet of mine…”

I do as he says, laying my palms flat on the wall above my head as Nero pulls up my dress, bunching it around my waist. He delves into my silk panties with one hand as the other firmly massages my breasts. It feels incredible.

I sink back into his arms, moaning, as he gives a low chuckle of victory, fingers dipping into my slick folds. “Look at you, you’re drenched.”

He rubs my clit with the heel of his hand, making me whimper. Then he pulls out his hand and thrusts his fingers in my mouth. “Taste it,” he orders me, his voice thrillingly firm. “Taste how much you want me.”

I let out a moan around his fingers, licking them like he says, and tasting myself. Fuck, he’s too hot. Touching me in a stranger’s house, ordering me around. I can’t even see his face; I’m pinned against the wall in the dark with his breath hot in my ear and the thick length of his erection digging into my hip.

“See, I know you, Princess,” Nero tells me, as I hear the sound of his belt buckle, and then a zip. “You can walk around playing the perfect socialite, making small talk and smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in that hot little mouth of yours, but I know you, all your deep, dark secrets. I know what this cunt really needs.”

He grips my hips back, clamps a hand over my mouth, and then slams inside me.

Holy hell!

I scream against his hand, reeling from the delicious force of his thrust. His thick cock drives into me, grinding so deep, it’s like I’m being impaled.

“You want to be owned.” Nero pulls back, then thrusts again, even deeper. I whimper, arching back to meet him, and he lets out a curse. “Fuck, you want to beg for it. You want it hard and dirty, until you can’t even remember your own name.”

He slams into me, finding a hard, relentless rhythm that hits me just right. With one hand gripping my breast and the other still muffling my whimpers of pleasure, there’s no escaping the hot, dirty grind; his animal grunts filling the dark closet.

All I can do is take it.

And I do, over and over, reveling in the sheer perfection of his dominant thrusts, my body spiraling higher with every earth-shaking thrust, until I break apart with a frenzied cry.

“That’s right, baby,” Nero growls, pistoning faster as I spasm with my climax in his arms. “Love to feel you clenching on my cock. Milk me out, take it all.” He thrusts again, again, and then comes with a roar, spurting deep inside me as we both ride out the waves of pleasure.

Oh. My. God.

He releases me, and I stumble forwards, needing the wall to hold me up, because holy shit, I don’t think I’ll be walking for a week.