Nero (Alliance #1)

He grunts in response but says nothing. Instead, a single fingertip draws a line across my tender flesh, and I know he’s tracing the bruise that’s already forming from my fall.

The sigh he lets out is full of disappointment, and I feel it in my stomach.

“I’m sorry,” I feel compelled to whisper.

“Not yet,” Nero whispers back, then his hand cracks down on my ass.

The dull ache flairs to a bright flash of pain, and I suck in a shocked gasp. But then his hand is back, softly soothing the sting, pressing just hard enough to remind me of the bruise. Somehow it’s also stoking a fire in my core.

A whimper leaves me, my senses warring between pain and pleasure. Warring between fighting and giving in.

“Don’t touch me,” I try to shout it, but it comes out weak.

The hand on my back slides down to my ass, the hilt of the knife still there, pressed between me and his palm. The flat side of the blade against my plump skin.

His body steps back, so my knees are between his thighs, keeping me trapped.

With a grip on both globes of my ass, he spreads me.

I have half a second to feel his warm breath before his tongue swipes up the length of me.

My body jolts at the contact and he releases his grip on my bruised cheek only to slap his hand back down. “Hold still,” he growls. “If you cut yourself on this knife, you will not like the consequences.”

I freeze again, feeling the edge of the blade graze across my lower back.

My hands ball in the fabric beneath me. “Get away from me.”

“No.” Nero buries his face into me again, this time flattening his tongue over my asshole.

My pussy clenches so hard, I’m afraid I might come from that act alone.

“Stop!” I cry, with actual tears in my eyes, even as he licks me again.

I don’t want him to stop. I want him to make love to me. I want him to touch me inthatway that makes me feel special. I want to be the only woman he sees.

But I’m not.

Tonight proved that.

“I told you,” Nero grits out, as he straightens up, his hands grabbing hold of my dress. “You had one chance to tell me no. But you didn’t. You gave me that sweet virginity instead.” The fabric at my shoulders is pulled tight before he slices up the length of my dress, with my bra suffering the same fate. “Now you’re mine.” Cool air flows over my back as the torn fabric is folded open. “Until the day we die.”

We?

“But––” My body is vibrating, and I can’t keep hold of my thoughts.

“But nothing.” Nero snaps the words, dragging my body back toward him until my hips are right at the edge of the bed. With legs hanging off, my knees bump into the bed frame while my toes try to find purchase. His hand is back to holding me down, so I can’t get my feet on the floor.

“But you were with her!” I shout the accusation. The memory of his hand on her hip seared into my brain.

“She’s nothing!” he shouts back.

“Then what am I?” I cry the question.

“I already told you,” Nero growls, dropping his weight onto my back. “You’re mine.”

Then, with one hard push, he sinks his cock all the way inside me.

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