“Good, baby. I’m right behind you.”
Nico circles the Glock’s handle against my ass as he hammers into me like it’s our last time.
“Serenity, come all over my raw cock.”
My body trembles and I shatter, spilling myself down his thick shaft.
Breath ragged, I tighten my grip on his neck. “That was too good.”
“See Serenity, you don’t need to give my pussy away. I’ll always give you everything I’ve got.”
I stroke his cheek, pressing my lips gently against his. “That was exactly what I needed.”
He chuckles because I ignored his statement. Nico places me on my feet. I clutch his arms as my legs wobble dangerously. My eyes flicker toward Fefe.
Her fingers tighten around her wounded arm, blood trickling slowly between them.
“I’ll get you patched up. Then I’ll decide if I want to punish you more for shaming me.” I shake my hips and my dress falls perfectly around my thighs.
“And what was the name of the woman she taunted?”
“Jenny,” Nico replies as he zips his slacks.
“Serenity, let me get you cleaned up, then you can tend to her arm.” Nico takes my hand, pulling me into the bathroom.
“What if she tries to escape?” I ask as we enter the ensuite bathroom.
“Will your bodyguards let a bleeding woman leave?”
I chuckle. “No.”
Nico lifts me up and places my bottom on the counter. My dress flows around my waist.
I watch as he cleans me up. “Aren’t you going to clean up too?”
“Nope. Besides, I’ll be buried in your pussy again before the night is over.”
Laughter bubbles in my throat. “Think so?”
Dropping to his knees, he shoots me a sly grin as he slides off my drenched panties. “Yup.”
Nico’s lips meet my bare pussy. I clutch his hair, spread my legs wider, and let his tongue tease my clit in rapid flicks.
“You love cleaning up my mess,” I murmur with a shiver.
“Yes, I do.” His low, husky voice sends sparks through the sensitive nerves in my clit.
“Nico,” I scream, voice breaking with pleasure.
The irresistible man every woman at this party craves has made me come twice tonight.
I feel lighter now that I’ve been pleased. After tending to Fefe’s wound, Nico removes a vial of coke from her purse and demands she snorts a line off the carpet. And she does.
Nico and I exit the bedroom. I give my men a brief rundown of what occurred.
“Fitz, send one of the men guarding the perimeter to pick up a hook that can be drilled into the ceiling inside the closet. Also, I’ll need rope.”
“Consider it done,” he replies.
