Page 128 of Dance of Madness

My mind replays the way I watched, wide-eyed and still throbbing from his cock as Nero walked over and calmly slit Leo’s throat, then walked back to me, blood on his hands as he flipped me over, wrapped his fingers around my throat, and fucked me again, looking into my eyes as I gave myself over to damnation.

I remember him carrying me upstairs and out to the car, then driving me back here, to his house…

The pulsing pressure between my legs grows stronger. Pressure rolls over my clit, and I suddenly realize this is not a dream.

My eyes fly open, and I gasp when they lock with venomous green.

“Morning,” Nero murmurs languidly.

I watch his hand between my legs stroke over my aching clit, his shoulder and arm muscles rippling. Then he sinks a finger into me, making me whimper softly.

“Nero…” I coo softly. My hands go to his bare torso, my fingers sliding over his chiseled abs and chest, scratching him lightly with my nails as I moan.

His finger pushes into me, stroking against my g-spot as my legs spread on their own accord.

“Good morning…” I gasp breathlessly, my hips rolling.

His lips brush mine, and for a second, I’m almost thrown by how…normalthis is. Just regular-person morning playtime.

No chases through the dark. No brutality. No hands around my throat. No utter and breathless submission.

It’s not like I’m tired of all that, not one bit. I don't want a break from our usual games. It’s just that this is sodifferent. I find myself melting against him as he kisses me slowly, his tongue swirling with mine, tasting and stroking. His fingers tease over my clit before sinking back into my slick heat.

His bulging hard cock throbs against my thighs, and I moan into his kiss as I reach down to wrap my small hand around him.

God. Damn, he's big—so thick that my fingers don’t touch as they curl around him. I stroke him slowly, feeling him swell against my thighs as he growls into my mouth. Stickiness is already leaking from his swollen head onto my skin as I start to stroke him faster. I bring my other hand down, wrapping both of them around him, stacked on top of each other. There’sstillmore of him poking out the top and grinding against my skin.

I want him. All of him.

Now.

It's like Nero has read my thoughts. I whimper into his kiss as he lifts my leg. I pull his bulging head to my pussy, trembling when I feel the swollen heat of him drag up and down my lips. His hand tangles in my platinum locks as he starts to push into me?—

There’s a loud, sharp knock at the bedroom door.

I flinch, jolting as he hisses under his breath and turns to glance over his shoulder in the direction of the interruption.

“What?!” he snarls.

“Morning!”

He groans. So do I, cringing when I hear Gabby’s voice.

“Nero, does your little sleepover friend want to have breakfast?”

“Jesus,Gabby,” he grunts. “Go away!”

He turns back to me and starts to push his dick into me again.

“Is that a yes to breakfast?”

I bite back a giggle. He scowls as he glances over his shoulder again.

“No! Now fuckoff, Gabby!”

“Can she answer for herself, please?”

“I’m okay!” I call out. “Thanks, though!”

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