Page 20 of Vendetta

“I told you to stay in my room.”

“I know but I couldn’t sleep anymore and I knew you needed to.”

He lets out a low breath.

“I didn’t want to wake you by tossing and turning and besides I thought it might be nice to cook you something for when you woke up.”

His eyebrows raise. “You can cook?“

I smile. It feels like one of us needs to defuse the situation and I’m okay for it to be me.I mean I did cause this didn’t I?

“Yeah.” I say moving up to him.

He’s still watching me with something in his eyes.

“When I tell you to do something I need to know you’ll listen.” He says grabbing my upper arms and gripping them so tightly. “And that you’ll obey.”

“I will.” I say quickly. Maybe too quickly. I don’t know how to appease him. I’m not experienced enough with charming men and I sure as hell don’t know how to handle a man like Nico. Not really.

The air feels charged. It feels like he’s not convinced and I don’t know why I do it but I do. I lift my head, brush my lips against his and as our skin touches it’s like he goes wild.

He grabs me, pushing me back against the counter, his tongue is deep in my mouth. His lips are moving so roughly I think my lips will bruise.And by god do I want them to.

I moan out in shock, in pain, but in need too. Suddenly I need this man. I need him to devour me. To overwhelm me. To prove that this isn’t just a moments fancy.

One of his hands grasp my hair, he’s yanking on it so hard. I grab his back wanting him to know that I want him just as much. Giving every signal I can that I need him to keep going.

I feel my robe coming undone and his spare handgrabs my breast, rubs it, massages it and I moan again. Fuck this man seems to know how to manipulate my body in ways I’ve never felt before.

“Eleri.” He groans my name into my mouth and I writhe against him. I love the way I sound on his lips. I love the way he pronounces my name as if I’m someone of worth.

My hands run down his naked chest. He’s wearing a pair of joggers that he probably threw on just to come and find me and I take full advantage of there being only the thinnest fabric between my pussy and his cock.

He groans as I start rubbing against him. Grinding.

He yanks my hair back, pulling my neck at an impossible angle so that I have to arch my back to its full extent and my tits are pushed right forward. He stares at them, hungers for them then meets my eye.

“Fuck me.” I say it before I can stop myself.

“Not yet.” He says.

“I want you inside me.”

“All in good time my love.” He says and I frown. Why is he waiting? Why is he so hesitant? I’m obviously willing so what’s the issue?

His fingers slide up my thigh and I bite my lip. Maybe he won’t fill me with his cock but his fingers are a pretty good substitute. I shift my legs slightly and he smirks seeing the motion.

“Does your needy cunt need filling that much?” He says.

“Yes.” I gasp not caring how desperate I sound.

He laughs in amusement and I grin too.

“Use me Nico.” I say.

“I’m not going to do that.” He says as his fingers slide into me so slowly. “I’m going to honour you. Worship you. Treat you like the goddess you are.”

He curls his fingers and I let out a moan as hot wet arousal leaks out from me.

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