13. Nero
Chapter 13
Nero
M y first mistake tonight was choosing to work valet instead of working security at Vicente Consuelo’s birthday party. A decision made partially because I knew I didn’t have the emotional capacity to watch as men fawned over Ariella. The need to own her was becoming increasingly hard to suppress.
I wanted her, and yet I had no reason to explain why. I just did. Jasper was becoming aware of it, too. After he saw me lose it on Chunks, he was convinced I was in love with her, which is why he sent me the video of her and Efren dancing together.
This is my second mistake was opening the video. Awakening the Ariella-possessed demon inside me. The video did nothing for the already conflicting jealousy rising within. I watched the video several times just to make sure I was seeing it correctly. Watching her long blonde hair sway from side to side as she laughs in another man’s presence.
I was parking a car when I turned around and drove back to the hotel. I had every intention of finding Ariella and taking her straight upstairs, but when I get inside, I realize Axel has beat me to it. Walking toward me, I can see his face is flushed and his nose is bleeding.
“What the hell am I paying you for?” he chastises me. “Get my sister now and get her the hell out of here before she makes a scene!”
He nods his head toward the lobby, and I walk into the hotel. She’s sitting on a bench with a blank expression.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Thalia says, turning on me, but Silas grabs her arm.
“Nero can help her, “ he says, calming her. She moves to the side but keeps her eyes locked on me.
“Ariella,” I say, softening my tone.
Her sweet name rolls off my lips like a silent prayer. Her eyes are still lost in sadness when she looks up at me. I don’t care about anyone else at this moment. I’m just desperate to get the blank stare off of her face. Even in her saddened expression, she looks like a doll. A broken and fragile doll whose empty soul calls to the emptiness inside of me.
I bend down, place my hands underneath her legs, and pick her up. She wraps her arms around me, and I carry her bridal style into the elevator. Thalia moves to follow, but Silas holds her back.
“Nero,” Ari says, looking up at me.
“I got you, Manikà.”
She lays her head on my chest, and I wait for the elevators to close before I kiss the top of her head. She cries into my chest the entire ride up to the penthouse. I take her into her room and set her on her bed.
“What happened down there?” I ask.
“Axel found me a husband. He already signed the papers,” she cries.
“And you’re upset because you’re in love with Efren?” I say, swallowing the uncomfortable feeling in my throat.
Her face scrunches up when she looks at me.
“What? What are you talking about?” She shakes her head.“God. No. First, Alma, and now you. I asked him for a recipe, and he invited me to dance. Why would you ask that, Nero?”
Her sadness has morphed into defensiveness, and her green eyes glare up at me.
“I read your list, Ari! Who are you in love with?” I bluntly question her. It takes a second for her to process my question.
“You read my list?” she whispers.
She stands to her full height. Her arms fall to her sides, and she bites down on her bottom lip. I make my way to her, annoyed by the distance between us.
“I did. I know you wanted to kiss a stranger, so you made the dumb decision to kiss Chunks in front of me. I know you want to eat a funnel cake and use your vibrator. But it’s the last one that you crossed off. Who are you in love with, Ari?” I run my knuckles over the outline of her jaw.
A pitiful part of me feels like a kid again. There’s too much hope and anticipation that my name will fall from her lips. But it doesn’t. Instead, she looks into my eyes and says.
“No one.”
My knuckles continue to explore her. Falling from the outline of her jaw over the curve in her neck. She swallows, but her eyes stay glued to mine. I trace the fabric of her dress. The heart-shaped halter that pushes her boobs up at the entrance.
It’s the only time my eyes can pull themselves away from hers as I stare at the hardening peaks. My knuckles circle her nipple through the tight fabric.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
She sucks in a breath but answers my question by shaking her head. I grab her jaw gently between my index finger and thumb.
“Use your big girl words, Ari,” I say, my lips inches from hers.
“No,” she whispers the confession.
I want to devour her. The need is so strong that I have to release her and take a step back.
“You’re doing something to me that I can’t control. Tell me to stop.” I warn her.
She walks toward me.
“No. Don’t stop,” she pleads.
“Ari,” I growl, but she’s lifting my hands back to her aching nipples.
“Ari. I’m warning you right now. This isn’t what you want. You’re drunk.”
“I’m fully aware of what’s going on, and I want you to touch me,” she says.
“I have a depraved taste when it comes to intimacy.” It’s the only warning I give her.
“What-what kind of taste?”
“Dominance and submission. Do you know about that?”
She shakes her head again, and I drop my hand that’s gotten lost in massaging her breasts.
“Use your big girl words.”
“No, Sir.” She says, her words shooting straight to my cock.
It’s starving for her. My cock is starving, and it is hellbent on taking her sweet innocence. I close the distance between us and stroke her cheek.
“I’m not gentle, Princess.” My last warning before I turn to leave. I’m almost out the door, but her pleas stop me.
“Nero. Please. Don’t go.”
This would be the final mistake I make today. The only problem is that I don’t see staying a mistake—not when I know how much she needs this distraction.
I drop my hand from the handle and turn to face her. Her eyes search mine, and I see the same hunger inside them. I take slow and calculated steps toward her.
The angel on my shoulder is dead. He has no say in this. Only the demon within has a say. And he wants to Ariella Reyes.
I stop when my boots meet the points of her stilettos. Pushing her hair behind her shoulder, I lean in to whisper my first command.
“Strip.”
Her hands shake, but she obeys, reaching behind her neck and unclasping the top of the halter dress. She moves the fabric to the top of her breasts and sucks in a deep breath. Her eyes shut as she frees her large breasts.
I growl in satisfaction. They are perfect. My mouth waters at the hardened pink peaks.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful.” I say.
Her eyes open, and her face lights up. She slides the fabric down her hourglass figure. I take in every inch of her, from her toned stomach down to the curve of her hips and over her legs. She steps out of the evening gown and wraps her arms around her breasts.
“Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.” I tsk.
Stepping forward, I unfold her arms, letting out a satisfying hum. I stroke her cheek again, and she leans into the touch. Grabbing her hand in mine, I turn her around.
A slow-motion spin in front of me so I can get a full view. She moves with prestige even in the high stilettos as I take in her full ass and toned legs.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, and I mean it.
Her breasts are my favorite part, though. My hand reaches out, desperate to feel them beneath my touch again. I roll her hardened peak between my thumb and forefinger, slightly applying a small amount of pressure. She hisses at the sensation.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes.” She replies.
“And what about this?”
I bring my mouth to her nipple and bite down gently.
“Yes.” She hisses.
I continue to her other breast. Alternating between the two, sucking and biting as her breathing accelerates with every nibble. When I remove my mouth, I find her staring at me. Her lust-filled eyes begged me for more.
“Get on your knees, Manikà.”
I watch as she lowers to the floor. My cock strains painfully at the sight of her kneeling in front of me.
I move to her underwear drawer and fumble through the fabric until I find what I’m looking for.
Her eyes widen when she sees me pulling out the bright orange dildo. I walk to where she’s kneeling, looking down at her.
“You’ve never played with this?” I ask, bringing the toy to my nose, but all I smell is plastic.
“No, Sir.” She replies, those big green eyes staring up at me.
“Have you ever let a man fuck this pretty mouth?” I say, bringing two fingers to her pouty lips.
“No, Sir.”
I slide my two fingers into her mouth, pushing her tongue down. I thrust my fingers in and out of her mouth.
“Mmmm, I think you can handle more. What do you think?” I ask, removing my fingers and bringing the dildo down to her lips. She sticks out her tongue.
“Good Girl.”
Slowly, I slide the dildo into her mouth.
“That’s it. Breathe through your nose and loosen your jaw.”
I guide the dildo in and out of her mouth. Pulling out and running the tip over her lips before thrusting it back in.
Back and forth.
In and out.
I slide the toy in farther each time. When I thrust into the far back of her throat, she lets out a small whimper. Her eyes shut as she moans around the dildo.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to see if you can take a cock down this throat.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and fuck does she look beautiful.
I thrust in hard, and Ari moans around the toy. Her desperate plea to be used and worshiped. I thrust into her a few more times before I remove the toy.
“Get on the bed and remove your thong,” I demand.
She stands halfway before sitting on the bed and bends down to reach for her heels.
“Leave the heels on.”
I can see her panties soaked through the thin material when she slides up on the bed. It takes patience not to rip them off myself and thrust my tongue inside.
But I know good girls cum for those who wait.
And Ariella Reyes was as good as good girls came.
Tonight was about trust. I needed her to trust me. She needed to learn how to please herself and ask for what she wants.
She stares at me from her hooded lids as she hooks her fingers into her thong and pulls them down her upper thigh. I meet her halfway, too selfish to sit back. She drops her hands, and I pull the fabric down her long legs. Over her stilettos.
“Fuck Ari. Look how perfect your pussy is.” My mouth waters at the sight. I let out a low hum at the sensation of her waxed pussy against my rough hand.
“Are you wet for me, Manikà?” I ask, cupping her pussy in my hand.
I find space between her legs and pull her ass to the edge of the bed, placing her legs over my shoulders. I rub the tip of the dildo over her engorged clit.
“Have you ever touched yourself, Ari?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. Sir.” I grab her hand and guide it to her pussy.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
I guide her at first, pushing her middle and ring finger to the sensitive nub and circling it. Releasing her hands, I lower my face to take in the sweet smell of her arousal. I open my mouth and spit on her pussy.
She whimpers and moans, needy for my touch. By some miracle, I resist the need to touch her. Not right now. Not until she’s begging me for it.
I spit on her pussy again and watch her fingers swirl it into her cunt. Mixing my saliva in with her sweet arousal. I want to taste her. Eat her cunt until she’s crying and begging me to stop. I push the toy in slowly.
She gasps, and her legs clamp together.
“Relax, Ari.” I rub her legs, then slowly spread them open again.
Her legs relax, and her hands drop to grab onto the bed sheets. She cries out as I push the dildo in farther.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“No. Don’t stop.”
“Loosen the tension in your legs, and drop your ass down.”
I guide her, and she drops her ass where she’s clenching tightly around the toy.
I pull the dildo in and out of her. Taking in her every whimper and cry. I watch her through every interval, her body withering as pleasure courses through her.
The pain subsides, and she arches her back, pushing herself forward to meet each new thrust.
“One day, you’ll be married, Ari, and if he can’t satisfy you, you need to know how to satisfy yourself.”
In and out.
I fuck her with the dildo.
“You need to be able to fuck yourself like a good girl.”
I thrust in harder, this time circling her clit with my thumb.
“Cum for me, Princess.”
Her moans increase, and I pick up the pace.
“God. Nero. Fuck.” she cries out.
I fuck her hard and fast with the dildo. The maestro of the sweetest symphony. The squeaking of the bed and the squishing of her juices orchestrate the sweetest song. It’s music to my ear. I’m rock fucking hard.
Her thighs tremble. I continue to rub her clit, building up to the crescendo.
It’s not long before she’s screaming my name. The perfect a cappella. Mesmerized by her orgasm, I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head. I let her legs fall and stand to remove my cock from its confines.
I stroke myself hard, my cock eager for his own release. She’s barely coming down from her high as I keel between her legs, pumping myself in and out of my hand.
Unraveling all the tension from the months I’ve spent watching her. Needing her. My cock is jealous and engorged. He begged me to remove the toy and replace it with him.
Ariella watches me intently, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion, but her focus is on my cock.
Such a good fucking girl.
“You look so beautiful, Maniká.”
I continue to stroke myself violently until I feel my balls tighten. A deep groan sounds from the back of my throat. I paint her pussy with my cum watching her throbbing pussy soak it up. She lets out a small whimper as her head falls back to the bed.
I tuck myself back in before I lift her limp body from the bed. Walking to the master bathroom, I place her in the tub and turn on the faucet.
“Is this too hot?” I ask
“No,” she whispers, pulling her knees to her body.
“Are you okay, Princess?” I move to the edge of the tub where she’s hiding and turn her face towards mine.
I don’t ever want to step over her boundaries. The aftermath of sex can bring up an array of emotions. Even if I hadn’t physically been the one to fuck her, it was sex all the same.
“Yes. Thank you.” She says, offering me a half smile.
She takes a deep breath and lets her head fall back. I remove my suit jacket and roll up my sleeves. Grabbing one of the ninety-seven claw clips Ariella keeps on her vanity, I return and gather her hair up.
I apply gentle pressure to her shoulders, kneading them while the bath fills. She eases under the touch, letting her body relax. I proceed to wash and rinse her entire body. Her eyes stay closed, and her face softens with the movement.
Finding one of her fluffy towels, I hold it up for her, motioning for her to get out. Slowly, she rises from the tub. Water drips from her naked body. I dry her from head to toe before grabbing a pink silk robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door. I place it around, then pick her up in my arms.
The way her hands wrap around my neck makes me feel safer than I ever have in my entire life. I want to stay here in this moment. Before I can lower her to the bed, she cups my face.
“Nero?” She whispers.
“Yes, Princess?”
“Thank you.” She says.
Then, to my surprise, her lips press gently against my cheek. She’s barely in her bed, tucked under the covers before her eyes shut. The urge I suppress to crawl in next to her will go down in history as the most brutal battle I ever had to face.