Too late recognition took over.
It wasn’t an intruder. That was my monster, and my heart jumped the moment his gaze snared on mine.
With a stifled yelp, I took off running back up the stairs. It was as if he knew I was going to run and had chosen not to take the back stairs. Blast it! He was good.
And fast.
Just as my feet scaled the top steps, Nico lunged and snared my ankle.
I fell forward with a soundless scream. But his arm was there, catching me before I crashed. The air left my lungs with a whoosh as he tackled me. That hard body pinned me. A second later the soft tear of fabric ripped through the air.
My bare skin felt the cool rush of air right before his palm rained down on my ass. I opened my mouth to protest, but something was roughly shoved inside. Nico clamped his left hand over my mouth, forcing the gag inside as he continued to paddle my ass.
I wriggled. Grunting hard breaths of protest that sounded animalistic shot out of me. The shockwave of stings and bites of pain were tempered the moment his hand stilled on my smarting skin.
“So bad,” he rasped against my ear. “But how can I be mad when you take your punishment so well?”
His hand rubbed and kneaded the flesh of my ass before slipping down between my legs. A moan ripped from my chest as his fingers found my pussy.
“Look how wet this makes you.” Nico slid his fingers with deft purpose. “What a little slut for punishment you are, cherry-bomb.”
I arched into his touch. The remnants of pain from the vicious spanking disappeared in the rush of pleasure his fingers created.
Nico rose and flipped me onto my back. The sudden move was as gentle as it was rough. He moved to the top step, tugging my panties down my legs before spreading them.
Right here. On the stairs.
His mouth latched onto my clit and sucked hard.
My back bowed off the floor. Anyone could catch us. And yet the beast was feasting without concern. I pulled the gag—a tie—from my mouth. Bunching it, I ground the material in my face. I was breathing hard. The cologne Nico wore was spritzed on the material, faint but there. The cool burst of wintery greens was a balm to the burn sizzling through me. My legs tightened around him as he sucked and laved with his tongue, pushing me to the delicious edge.
“Nico.Nico!” I chanted under my breath.
The monster pulled back. His fingers slapped my pussy. The sting shot straight through my core. “Quiet, baby.”
Before I could protest, he sank his fingers deep in my channel. Every muscle clenched tight at the invasion. Before my body could adjust, his mouth was back on my pussy.
The song of the moment became a series of quick, uneven breaths to the tune of pure, blissful pleasure.
Nico worked me straight to the brink of a release. There was just him and me. Everything else fell away to the rise of a beautiful orgasm. My core tightened, and I curled into the impending crash.
And then he was gone.
My brain short-circuited. One moment I was on my back, the next I was being lifted from the ground. Nico carried me to his room.
“But,” I protested, “I didn’t come.”
The bastard smirked.
An alarm peeled in mind.
Kicking the door shut, he strode to the bed and tossed me on the cover. “Only good girls get to come, my sweet bomb.”
I launched upright. Already the intended orgasm was ebbing away. My body screamed in protest. The monster was edging me!
“How fucking dare you—”
He surged forward and pressed a finger against my lips. “Volume.”
