Page 81 of Violent Pawn

“You won’t hurt me, Nero. You’ve proven it.” He keeps proving it.

He stops moving for the briefest second, something passing over his expression. A mystery melded with a question as his eyes flit to the farthest part of the room and back.

“You honour me,” he murmurs. His hand dips between us to stroke my clit. The gentleness seems to seep out of him then, and his hips crash against mine in a bruising manner. He grabs my hands and hoists them above my head, rendering me submissive to him.

I like it. Only with him.

And then he fucks me into the bed until the mattress threatens to swallow us whole. Until we both cry out. He isn’t gentle. He isn’t slow. He’s taking my trust and running with it the exact way I need because he knows me.

When warmth floods my insides, he still doesn’t slow down. Even when he’s straining, his grip tight enough to bruise me, he doesn’t slow. He takes me to the edge again and again until my pussy clamps tightly around him and I hand myself over to him.

I’m barely three breaths in from both of us coming down, sweat and hot air filling the space, when he rolls to the side and takes me with him. Back to his chest, his cock against my ass, he hooks a hand behind my thigh and hoists my leg over his hip, spreading me.

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer. Not with words anyway. He moves the head of his cock to my core before he sheathes himself in a single motion. My head slumps to the bed as pleasure rockets through me, my body unable to keep up with the ongoing rotation of orgasms. Exhaustion tugs, my body unable to participate at this point.

“Now, neither of us are on top.”

He wraps his free arm around me until reaching my breast, then plucks the nipple, going between the two of them as he rolls his hips against me, the angle of his cock hitting depths I barely knew to exist.

“Fuck, Nero. Fuck me.”

“Oh, I am, cara mia. Tonight, tomorrow—every night.”

“That sounds pretty alright with me.”

Those are the final words I manage before he drags me through another orgasm and drops me off a cliff on the other side. When he finishes again, he stops moving but doesn’t dislodge from me. Rather, he tucks his arm around my hip and drops his head behind mine until we’re spooning.

Also another first.

“Can I stay?” With his nose, he brushes hair off my ear to lick up the sweat coating my neck. “I have a lot more I crave doing with you—and to you.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’d kick you out after this.”

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. He retrieves the blanket to cover us from the rest of the room, the party beyond, and the guests.

I fall asleep in his arms within minutes.

Curious.

40

NERO

Ishouldn’t do this.

I have to.

When Anastasia passes out, my gaze flits to her nightstand where her phone with all the contacts lies. It’s a horrible idea, and not one I began tonight with, but it’s too vital to ignore.

There’s only her father remaining. Once he’s gone, it’ll be over. I can explain everything to Zeno and beg for his forgiveness. By wiping them all out, I’ll have proven myself to him.

The drinking will cease.

I can be the man Anastasia deserves.

Peering down at the woman in question, I’ve already made the choice. She doesn’t deserve an alcoholic, and while it’s easier to ignore the tempting voice when she’s around, it’s not failproof. It still returns, lingers, and could take me over.