She sucked on him obediently, her hands resting on his thighs, but not pushing him away. “I wish you could see how you look, sucking me off, letting me use you like a good little slave…”
She pounded her fist into his thigh. He laughed. That was what he wanted. She growled in defiance and anger.
Wonderful.
She punched him again, and he cackled. But he was stronger than she was, and it was easy to keep her under control. And he was going to be true to his word. He kept at her like that for several more moments before he finally pulled away. He watched as she coughed and wheezed, a hand to her throat.
When he pulled her hair to tilt her head back, her eyeliner was running. She had learned to start wearing it on her own. Kema helped her enough until she could do it by feel. He was a bad influence on her. She had wanted to do it all because he had told her once that he liked it. She wants to make me happy.
No one has ever wanted to make me happy before. Not like her.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful…” He smeared his thumb over the black smudge and moaned. He wrapped her gold chain around his hand and yanked her toward him. “Tonight, I want you to be my pet. Just for tonight. Think you can do that? This is for all those thirteen slaps you’ve given me.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Fifteen, now. But I guess I can stop counting.”
She whimpered, her hands clinging to his thighs. “Nero…”
“Going to ask me to stop? That wasn’t our arrangement.”
Then the most incredible thing happened. Suddenly, he wondered if he hadn’t died at the hands of that assassin and gone to the fields above. But he knew he was bound for Hades. It didn’t stop the impossibility of what followed.
She straightened, her head tilted up at him with those beautiful, emerald, and unseeing eyes. And she whispered to him. “Do it again.”
He almost peaked. Right there. He moaned loudly and took her hair back in his fists. She opened her mouth to him, and he plunged into her. He took her like he wanted to, rough and hard, and she clung to him, her hands around the backs of his thighs, as if he were a raft at sea. As if she were drowning and he was the only thing keeping her alive.
He was also what was drowning her.
Details.
He used her like that until he was right at the brink, and he went to yank back, feeling himself twitch and begin to spasm.
She grabbed him, wrapping her arms around him, and…went farther than he had ever dared to try. She yanked herself against him until her nose was pressed hard to his body. She—
He howled and was instantly undone. Ecstasy flooded him as his body rushed in release. He pinned her head to him as he pumped his hips, trying to somehow get deeper when there was no more of him to take. He threw his head back and groaned. “Ooh, you evil—ahh—” When he was spent, he pulled himself back. “I didn’t know you could…” He groaned. “Where did you learn to…?”
She gasped and wheezed. “I just did.” She lay back on the bed, her face flushed, her chest heaving, breasts swelling beneath her silk dress. She looked utterly ravished.
Too bad he had just gotten started.
Every nerve in her body felt alive. Everything in her burned and tingled like it was on fire. Like he had set her aflame. She pressed her hand to her throat. What was wrong with her? She had felt the inspiration to try to take him in a way she had only heard whispered about. If she had been thinking clearly, she never would have attempted it. But in the moment, it had simply happened.
He had promised to be rough with her, but she could still sense he was being nice. She knew he wanted to take more from her, and she wanted to show him that she was a willing partner in this.
His violence coiled desire deep inside her body—not just an ache that wanted to be filled, but like a roaring animal that was shattering loose from a cage. It wanted to be free. It needed to be fed. She knew he wanted to stop.
And she couldn’t let him.
She had forced him down her throat. It was her doing that he had spent himself deep past the point she could taste