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My eyes hold his in the mirror before he drops his face to the crook of my neck, kissing a line down the sensitive skin, and he doesn’t stop until his lips brush the first cut on my shoulder. Regret and apology glitter in his eyes as he continues staring into mine.
Goosebumps break out over my entire body as he continues finger fucking me like a pro.
My lungs scream for more oxygen than I’m able to suck in through just my nose alone. My head starts to spin, but it’s not unwelcome as he curls his fingers, grazing my G-spot just so.
My eyes drop from his when he closes them for a beat, and they find the healing cut across the bridge of his nose.
That, and his bruising, look so much better than when I last saw him in the light. But it still looks painful as fuck. How the hell he ate me out last night without screaming in pain, fuck only knows. I’m not complaining though, because it certainly didn’t hinder his performance.
He shifts slightly behind me, resulting in his hard cock landing in my hand. Something I can only assume wasn’t an accident.
My fingers curl around his steel length the best they can with the fabric of his trousers covering him.
My mouth waters behind his hand for a taste of him.
“Fuck, you just gushed around my fingers, babe. Whatever you’re thinking about, keep going,” he encourages. “Fuck,” he barks, a little louder than he should as I clamp down on his fingers, my release surging forward.
Latching back onto my neck, he sucks hard, ensuring that everyone outside of this enclosed space is going to know what I’ve been up to and that I’m owned by someone.
The thought shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.
“Yes, Siren. Come all over my fingers. Give me everything and remember how good we are.”
The second his teeth graze the already sensitive skin of my throat, I detonate.
My entire body convulses between him at my back and the now slick mirror at my front.
My screams would fill the cubicle if it weren’t for his hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me.
He doesn’t stop fucking me until the last tremors of my release have faded, and as he pulls his fingers from my pussy, he lets his other hand fall from my mouth.
Hungrily, I suck in deep lungfuls of air as my entire body trembles from the release.
Lifting the hand that was inside me, Nico holds my eyes as he parts his lips and sucks on the two fingers he just used to get me off, licking my juices from his skin.
“Tastes like mine,” he growls after pulling them free.
“Nic—”
I startle when his hand covers my mouth once more.
“No arguing, Brianna. You’re mine. I know it. You know it. And it’s about time the rest of the world did.”
I narrow my eyes, silently telling him that he’s crazy. But all he does is smile menacingly at me.
After long, torturous seconds, his eyes finally leave mine in favour of the lingerie hanging from the rail to my right.
“Buy it,” he orders. “And whatever else you want.”
Pulling his credit card from his pocket, he makes a show of tucking it under the waistband of my thong.
“Then I want photographs of you in all of it.”
“You’re fucking crazy, and I’m not a whore,” I grit out the second he releases my mouth.
My shriek of shock cuts through the air as he twists me around and slams me back against the mirror with his hand around my throat.
“You’re my whore, Brianna. And if I want you to have sexy lingerie, then you will.”
