I caved after three pitiful heartbeats. I opened under the flick of his tongue.
Nico growled. I felt the sound vibrate against me. It was fierce. A clear warning of what was to come. My resolve shattered, and I gave into the promise of the most carnal, sinful pleasure that this man offered.
He must have sensed my surrender, because he broke the kiss, spun me around, and bent me over the front end.
“Grab the hood,” he commanded and flicked open the button of my jeans. “Hold it tight.”
A breath that was part sob ricocheted through me. There was barely enough time to grasp feebly at the metal before he tugged my pants down and pushed his fingers through my slick center. He didn’t bother removing the thong, merely shoving it to the side.
“This—” he pushed his fingers into me, making me whimper “—this is mine.”
I shuddered. His words set off a volley of fireworks inside me. The way he claimed my pussy messed with my head. It almost,almostmade me believe this was something more than raw, animalistic desire.
Too quickly his hand was gone, and I had a moment to sag against the cold metal of my Camaro. His zipper snapped in the air. Anticipation quickened my pulse. This time, he snapped the center strip of my underwear, not bothering to remove it before he tipped my hips back. The tip of his dick pressed against my center.
There was no warning as he thrust deep inside me.
I gasped and clawed against the car. There was no purchase for my grip. I was instantly full, completely at his mercy.
Nico growled, pulled back, and slammed deeper.
The intrusion sent another flicker of tears through my eyes. I was filled to the brim, stretched to the edge where pleasure met pain. But with each thrust, my body adjusted to take his thick, long cock until there was nothing left but the delicious feel of him pumping in and out.
“I was trying to be good,” he whispered before pulling back. As he shoved deep again, he added, “You made that impossible, my little bomb. You make me forget why I should.”
He pounded into me with such ferocity that the car rocked with each slam of his hips. My fingers and palms scraped helplessly against the cold metal. His loud breathing mimicked my own. Those fingers that killed with such ease dug into the flesh of my hips, keeping me pinned in place.
Nico fucked me hard.
It was unrestrained. Brutal. Without forgiveness.
There was no escaping this monster. Both my heart and body acknowledged that truth, and my mind was temporarily silenced. It couldn’t have argued if it wanted to.
Nico reached around to grab my throat. His touch was hesitant at first. As if he were asking permission. Checking that this touch was okay with me. Unable to give him a verbal answer, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist—and squeezed.
His fingers tightened. His breath was hot against my ear. “I’d rather be the monster haunting your days and nights than let someone else pretend to love you, Rae.”
I whimpered, but the sound was cut off with the pressure of his hand. Those lips closed over my ear, teeth scraping against my piercings as he tasted me.
“I’ll fuck you as many times as it takes for that to sink in,” he promised, before flicking his tongue against the industrial bar.
Air left my lungs in a strangled burst. He allowed me to inhale before he cut off the flow again. The give and take repeated. It matched the tempo of his thrusts. I was allowed to breathe when he pulled out. Oxygen was restricted when he plunged into me.
Nico fucked me like a god of old. Powerful and full of wrath. Pleasure coiled deep in my core. It built higher and higher, until it was the only thing left. It and the one giving it to me.
“Tell me you feel this too, Rae,” he snarled, sounding exactly like a creature from the shadows. “Tell me so I don’t have to destroy everything just to prove it’s real.”
“Yes,” I gasped around the loose hold of his fingers.
Nico’s roar was a clap of thunder. It shook the very air and sent me over the edge. My orgasm shattered reality, more powerful than anything I’d ever felt. I spun into the void, blackness creeping around reality.
And then his fingers loosened. My lungs sucked in a desperate gasp of air. In that brief brush with consciousness, I witnessed him come undone.
His cock rammed once more, reaching the deepest, furthest place inside me. It pulsed violently, spilling his cum. The inner muscles of my core convulsed in wave after wave of release, milking him dry.
Slowly, his fingers released my throat. I sagged against the Camaro. Air filled my lungs, and I greedily filled them with deep gulps. Nico smoothed his hands over my lower back. That touch was warm and soothing, wildly different from the way he’d held me a mere moment ago.
I whimpered when he pulled himself free. But it was nothing compared to the sudden flare of panic as warmth dripped down my inner thighs. We hadn’t used protection!
