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Once again, Nick has the power to cause a yo-yo of emotions in me. Feelings are loud but in a different language I can’t decipher. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what to do, or how to feel when I’m breathing the same air as this man. Life would be so much easier had he decided to never see me again after Italy, and yet, I’ve never been so happy to see him in my room as I am tonight.
A hand wraps around my arm giving me the gentlest of tugs to spin me around to face him, pulling me closer to the man before me. He may be a monster, but he doesn’t appear as one to me. I see so much more in his eyes. Years of pain. Years of loneliness. Years of trying to rebuild a dream of a young boy that had his entire life shattered. I see him. I see the real Nick Hudson.
His eyes remain locked on mine, so stern, and yet so warm at the same time. Eyes that you don’t expect from a predator, a deviant. Eyes that seem to offer empathy. A true villain should have eyes that are beady and, well… threatening.
I hold my breath, every cell in my body sensing danger. I know I’m tempting the fates by allowing him to remain in my room. Bryant isn’t a dumb man, and no doubt has ears everywhere in this house, but I can’t resist the pull. It’s too much. My addiction for this man is all-consuming.
I can’t help but notice the fingers around my arm tightening yet again.
“Bend over.”
I recognize the tone; I remember the energy. Nick is going to do the only thing he knows how to do.
He’s going to reclaim me as his.
He’s marking his territory.
I feel my heart stop when Nick utters these words and know that there is nothing to do but obey. My blood runs cold as I watch a grin appear on Nick’s lips. How can I expect anything else from this man? Haven’t I heard countless tales of monsters disguised as handsome, kind-hearted humans just waiting to entrap an innocent soul?
This is the description of Nick Hudson.
A monster to some, but I like the taste of the beast.
The sound of his pants being lowered has my insides turning to liquid.
“If they hear us,” I whisper as I stick my ass out to get in position for what’s to come. “They’ll have you killed.”
My plea is ignored by Nick.
Instead, my concern is replaced with a pull so strong, so primal, so ravenous to have Nick inside of me once again, that any resistance is a fruitless struggle.
It takes a waft of air blowing directly onto my skin to make me realize that Nick has stepped close and is bending down, his lips at my ear.
“Control your moans. Quiet your cries. Hold back your scream,” he says with what I feel is an insane request. I’ve never been quiet with Nick. Never. “You don’t want to be caught with my cock pounding into you.”
The vision his words create is so powerful that I already feel a strangled moan choking me.
He moves his finger to my mouth, caressing my lips, pushing past and rubbing it on my tongue.
“Make it wet, Lyriope.”
I know what this means. I know what’s coming.
I’ve been schooled by Nick before and have become a good pupil.
I suck, I lick, I coat. I then stifle a whimper as I wait.
Wait for what’s to come. I want to be his. I want to be his and only his. Even if it’s for a brief moment in time. I just want to get lost in Nick’s Wonderland. A glimpse through the looking glass. I need a taste of this man so I can last a little longer in this new world I’ve been thrust into. I need a piece of Nick so that I can grow larger, to survive all that is to come I’ll need to be as mad as a hatter.
I’m stark naked, every inch of my flesh tightening in need, my mind unable to comprehend what life will be like once Nick leaves my room.
He pulls my hair over my shoulders, baring my back to have nothing in the way of our bodies connection once he lowers himself against me.
Flesh to flesh.
I need his fucking flesh.
His finger caresses my ass, causing me to arch and gasp. Before I can fully process the sensation, he pushes past thetight hole. I gasp again, my eyes flying open to see my knuckles turning white with my grip of the bedspread.
