Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
Nero
A kiss has always felt like a prelude to me. It’s always just been something of an opening act, meant to lead to something bigger, better—the main event. It’s different with Sofia.
Kissing her is an experience unto itself, and I could lose myself in it for hours. The low, desperate sounds she makes inside her throat, the gasp of surprise when our mouths connect, the way she melts into me, fingers clutching at me.
I pull her deeper into the shadowed nook of the greenhouse, one hand gripping her jaw and the other cupping her ass.
The mewl of protest she lets out when I break the kiss goes straight to my balls and a moan leaves my mouth. I swipe my arms over the wooden table, all the flowerpots and seedlings in plastic bags, flying off it and crashing to the floor.
She sucks in a breath when I pick her up and drop her on the table, my mouth crashing down on hers again. She spreads her legs for me instinctively, and I settle in between them, pressed into her, unable to be even an inch away from her.
There’s a fire burning violently inside of me, and it’s demanding that I take her. I want to mark her and make her so fully mine that Sebastian’s name will be erased from her mind. I know my thoughts are pure madness and this might be a big mistake. One of massive proportions, but damn it, I can’t stop.
Even if I tried, I know I wouldn’t be able to. So, to hell with it.
I pride myself on being a disciplined man, a man who doesn’t give in to his basic urges. I’m a man who plays the long game, patience and planning have been my bread and butter for years, and yet, when it comes to this woman, there is no plan, nothing else in my head except the beastly urge to possess her.
My tongue pushes into her mouth, and the hand I have on her jaw tightens. I’m treating her like an animal, but if her muffled moans are any indication, she likes it.
I reach behind her for the zipper of her dress and yank it down hurriedly. Sofia suddenly pulls away from the kiss and in that split second where I think she’s about to change her mind, I realize I’m a bad man because I know I won’t let her walk away.
A gentleman will respect her decision, but I’m no such thing. I’ll kiss her till she’s too blinded with lust to think straight.
The relief that fills me when she merely drags her dress down her body almost brings me to my knees. And then my gaze drops down to the red, lacy bra that cups her breasts, and all the blood left in my head rushes down at the sight.
“Hell, Princess,” I growl. “Now that I know that’s what you wear under those prim dresses, how am I ever going to be able to resist you?”
Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip. “Then don’t try.”
Her breasts fit perfectly in my palms, small and perfect like the rest of her, and her nipples are already hard under her bra. I pinch one and her back bows.
“Nero!” she cries, hands clutching my arms.
“You’re so perfect.”
Something shifts in her eyes. “Y-you can’t say that. I’m not?—”
“You’re bloody perfect,” I repeat in a stronger voice, cutting off a protest. Years of verbal abuse from her father and now that dimwit asshole Sebastian have taken its toll on her. I don’t need to have been there to know. I’ve seen it so many times.
Men with too much ego and big dick syndrome trying to exert power on everybody around them just to feel powerful. Their target always ends up being a small, defenseless wife or daughter.
Anger races through me, and I want to stalk into the house and put a gun through Sebastian’s head and then go on a killing rampage of every man who has had a hand in putting a dent in her self-esteem.
And then I remember that I shouldn’t care, and it only makes me angrier.
That anger translates into a bruising kiss that makes her whimper. I undo the snap of her bra and take it off her, then start to kiss a line down her throat. Pink nipples as hard as bullets strain for my touch and I drag the pad of my thumb over one.
“Oh God,” she cries.
I lick a line from the under curve of her breast to her nipple and swirl my tongue around that stiff peak. Just as she’s beginning to sigh with pleasure, I nip at them.
She screams, hips bucking.
Sofia is a delight to touch, generous with the noises she makes and staring at me with blown pupils and absolute trust.
She shouldn’t trust me. If she knew my real motive here, she’d hate me. But I find that I don’t want her to. If she wakes up tomorrow and never wants to speak to or see me again, I know I’d hate it more than I’ve ever hated anything in my life.
And while this should terrify me, given the mission I’m on, I find myself hoping it never comes to that. I want our secret meetings to never end, our intense, on-and-off conversations to remain the highlights of my day. I want to savor this moment with her, kissing her with the frustration I’ve been burying since I saw her in that damned church.
I take hold of her dress bunched around her waist and drag it down, and she raises her hips to allow me. And then I freeze, because Sofia Lucchese is wearing a matching red lace thong. Barely a triangle of material covers her pussy with delicate strings extending around her hips.
When I raise my head and meet her eyes, I find her blushing furiously and I can’t help the smile that curves my mouth. “So, beneath all that, you’re really just a naughty girl.”
I press closer, mouthing at her neck, “You’re a naughty little minx waiting for me to rip your clothes off, slide your panties to the side and fill you up, aren’t you?”
“Hmmm,” she moans, long and loud.
“Tell me, Princess,” I whisper. “Tell me that you’re a naughty girl.”
“I’m a naughty girl.”
“And why are you a naughty girl?”
Her words are shaky and breathless when she says, “Because I want you to rip my clothes off, push my panties to the side and fill me up.”
I grab one string of her thong and pull, ripping it off. Her lashes flutter, mouth going a little slack and then she moans. At the same time, I hear some footsteps outside and faint voices of some men reach me.
“What was that?” she asks, voice trembling in panic.
“Guards,” I smile. “Which means you’re going to have to be silent for me, Princess.”
“I-I can’t,” she cries just as the door to the greenhouse opens and I hear the men step in, still conversing.
“I thought I heard something in here,” one of them says.
“It’s probably nothing.”
“Doesn’t hurt to check it out. You know, this spot will be pretty great for a wedding reception. Think the boss will let me have it for a day?”
“Bite down on this for me, will you, baby?” I whisper into her ear and then push her panties into her mouth. Her gaze wars between lust and fear, which eventually merge into one.
Her eyes are slits of liquid desire as I slant my mouth back on hers, fingers reaching between us to cup her pussy. The men are moving around the greehouse now, and the recklessness of the situation only makes me hotter. I want them to hear her, I want them to know that it’s me she screams for.
But I can’t risk it.
Not yet.
For both of our sakes, I can’t say fuck it and claim her in front of everyone like the animal inside of me is demanding.
“You’re dripping for me,” I tell her. “Does your husband know that you get wet for another man?”
Her moan is muffled, eyes pleading and nails tearing into my skin. I press my middle finger into her tight, wet heat, and she makes an inaudible sound, jerking against me.
Another finger joins the first, and she throws her head back, throat rippling with a low, keening sound.
“What was that?” I hear one of the guards ask, and their footsteps get closer.
Sofia’s legs wrap tighter around my hip, holding me in place as I start to fuck my fingers into her. I wrap my fingers around her throat, cutting off most of her air, mouth covering her breast, and biting at her skin desperately.
“Hmm,” she cries, “Hmm-hmm.”
The inaudible noises sound like she’s trying to say my name and I chuckle. The footsteps are so close now, and imagine them coming up on us, eyes wide with shock.
Sofia is almost vibrating out of her skin, and she begins to paw at my shirt. I allow her to pull it over my head even as my fingers continue to tunnel into her, pulling desperate noises from her throat.
Her hands are everywhere, exploring the contours of my chest and stomach and she’s beginning to get louder in her need.
I don’t need to hear the words to know that the humming sounds she’s making are pleas.
“What’s in there?” The men are standing right in front of the dark nook right now. if they move in just the slightest or flash a torchlight, they will be on us.
And then I’ll have to kill them.
“It’s nothing, maybe some animals or some shit,” the other one responds, sounding bored.
As soon as their footsteps fade away, I yank the lace from her mouth, kissing her softly, savoring the moment, before slipping it back between her lips. I lick her taste off my fingers, one by one, but it’s not enough. I want more—need more.
“Lean back,” I order softly. “Brace your palms behind you while I enjoy dessert.”
“Dessert? What are you—” Her eyes go wide as saucers as she realizes what I mean.
Sofia’s breath catches, coming in uneven gasps. She follows my command, positioning herself as instructed.
Carefully, I spread her thighs, baring her pussy to my gaze. Running one finger down the seam of her folds and then using two fingers, I spread them, baring more of her most intimate flesh.
Then I lower my head, and her entire body goes taut, anticipating that first touch. My tongue sweeps over her clit, and her hands nearly slip as she jerks in reaction. It’s like she’s receiving an electrical charge.
I toy with the sensitive peak repeatedly, swirling my tongue around and then sucking at it with gentle, then harder tugs. She tastes so damn good, and it is taking every single restraint I have to not flip her over and take her like the depraved man I’ve become.
Desire pools low in my belly, spreading like fire to every other part of my body. Most especially my now painfully hard cock.
Each swipe of my tongue has her more on edge, as I suck, tug, and lick her entire pussy until she’s gasping for breath. I nuzzle lower, kissing and licking a path to the mouth of her pussy. Rimming the entrance, flicking my tongue expertly and then delving within, fucking her pink hole with my tongue.
I love her reactions, her moans are shaky, almost like she’s to the point of pain. Her body straining, tightening with every stroke, her orgasm at its peak like she’s desperate for release.
But I’m in no hurry. I’m completely in tune with her body, working her right to the edge of frenzy, then slowing down, teasing her back with reverent kisses and soft brushes of my tongue.
I want to burn this moment into her soul, make sure she never forgets this—never forgets me .
I want her to crave me, and only me, for the rest of her goddamn life.
Yes, I’m selfish. Arrogant. A devil. But when it comes to Sofia, there’s no other way. I want her too badly to fumble this chance, to drive her to a madness so complete that she’ll never look at another man again.
She finally manages to speak after pushing the lace material from her mouth, her words a breathless plea. “Nero, please," she whispers, her voice shaky and desperate. “I need to come.”
I can tell it's taking everything in her to get that out as I continue to lap up every drop of her essence, drunk on her taste and the way her body responds to me.
I chuckle, the sound vibrating over her clit. Even that small movement nearly sends her over the edge. I press a kiss to the tiny bud and then ease one finger inside her pussy.
“Not yet, Sofia. So damn impatient. I call the shots here, baby. You come when I allow it.”
My voice is unsteady too, and I’m at the point where my body is trembling just to maintain control. “You taste so damn good,” I growl lowly, the need coursing through me as intensely as ever. “I could eat your sweet pussy forever.”
I can tell she’s close to begging. Her lips press together tightly, holding back the plea, but I know. Oh yes, I know exactly what she wants, what she needs.
“Beg me, Sofia,” I say, my finger working deep inside her. “Ask me like a good girl and I’ll let you come.”
“Please, Nero. I need you. Let me come.”
“Who owns you?” Goddamn, what am I saying? But I can’t stop now.
“Answer me, Sofia,” I mumble against her clit again, twisting my head back and forth with it between my lips.
“I belong to you, Nero. You own me.”
Her words ignite something primal inside me, and there’s no going back now. “And whose pussy is this I’m devouring?”
“Yours,” she gasps, her entire body shaking now.
“And if I want to fuck it when I’m done, you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
“God, yes. Please just do it, Nero!” I laugh again as I plunge two fingers inside her, sucking harder at her clit. The explosion is bright and earth-shattering. She comes completely apart.
Her palms slip, and suddenly she’s flat on her back. I rise over her, my expression fierce and dark, flipping her around until she’s on her stomach. One foot remains on the ground, the other leg pulled up into a semi-kneeling position on the table.
The sight of her, vulnerable and ready, drives me to the brink of control, but I steady myself. Every movement is deliberate. I grip her waist, leaning down to brush my lips against her back, letting her feel the weight of my body hovering over hers.
Like this, she’s completely bared for me, pussy glistening pink with her desire and the other hole peeking at me. I want to fill them both.
Then I freeze. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’ll get on the pill,” she growls impatiently. “Put your dick inside me, Nero.”
My palm comes down on her ass, and she lets out a cry, hips twitching. “Bossy, impatient little thing.”
“Please.”
As much as I want to drive into her and pump her full of everything I have to offer, I know that I can’t afford to make such a mistake. She’s not really mine regardless of how much it feels like that, and a baby will only further complicate things.
“Nero!”
If I don’t get into her in the next second, I’ll die. I drag down my zipper, and finally pull out my straining cock. She looks over her shoulder, her green eyes flaring as they drop to where I have my fist wrapped around the base of it.
“Fuck,” she breathes out.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I slap the other ass cheek. “Don’t curse. You’re not allowed to have a filthy mouth.”
She opens her mouth to protest, and, at that moment, I push into her. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream and she tenses. But I don’t even give her enough time to adjust before hauling her legs upward and yanking her back to meet my thrusts.
God, I’m in so deep, one wrong breath and I’ll come apart like a teenager.
“It’s so big,” she cries.
“You’ll take every inch of me, baby,” I tell her. “Your pussy was made to take me.”
“Oh my God. Oh God. Nero, please. Oh God. Yes!”
I finally bottom out and my head swims at how amazing being inside her feels. I don’t allow myself to think about the fact that it doesn’t just feel good on a sexual level; it feels like home.
“Hell, Princess,” I pant, chest heaving, “I knew you’d feel good, I just didn’t think you’d feel like Heaven.”
“Please…”
“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”
I spread her ass cheeks with one hand for a better view of where we’re joined together and, with the other, I wrap my hand around her hair and pull her up till her head falls back on my chest. I turn her neck and our mouths seal together in a messy, awkward kiss, teeth clashing and tongues wrestling against each other’s.
I pull almost all the way out of her and then snap my hips back into hers.
She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, greedy for even the faintest sigh.
I begin to plunge into her, hips jerking wildly, and with every thrust, she screams and arches further into me till her hips are moving with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. I pound into her like a man possessed, pouring all my anger, frustration, and desire from the past few weeks into her.
Sofia takes everything I give her, and she loves it.
“Harder! Harder!” she moans when we draw up for air.
“Fuck, baby! I’m barely holding on to my sanity right here.”
“Then go completely insane with me.”
My hand shifts down from her hair to the front of her neck and when I squeeze, she trembles, pushing into me faster and faster. I reach down with my other hand and pinch her nipple hard, then continue down, over to the sensitive bud of her clit.
“Nero. Nero, I need it.”
“I’ll give you what you need. I’ll give you everything,” I growl into her mouth, but even as I give her the words, I know it’s a lie. I can’t give Sofia anything more than this.
I brush my middle finger over her clit, soft at first and then harder and harder, her screams accompanying each movement. I pinch her clit and she erupts, a deafening scream echoing around the room. Her back vibrates as she comes, pussy walls gripping me tight like a vice.
She makes a sound like a soft purr then falls back on my chest, and that’s when my spine stiffens, the pleasure that has been building becoming too much for me. I hurriedly pull out of her and position my cock at her back.
White, hot cum splashes against her back and drips down her skin. I want to rub it into her skin till she smells like me, smells like mine.
“Nero,” she sighs drowsily, turning around to stare at me, unsure.
I don’t think; I just reach for her, gathering her into my arms, and she comes readily, tucking her head under my jaw and purring like a content kitty.
A smile teases my mouth, and I press a kiss to the top of her head.
And all I can think is, mine, mine, fucking mine .