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“You haven’t been listening.” I can feel his frustration, even as his cock throbs. “She was there to distract the crowd. She was the fucking hired help, to keep people looking at her, and not wondering where I’d be spending the night.”
Hired help.
I was right. He paid her.
“Have you slept with her?”
“That’s not important.”
“Have you?!” I’m back to shouting. My anger edging out my hurt.
Nero’s upper body pulls away from me, and it’s the missing pressure that makes me notice the way his shirt buttons were digging into my back. He’s still dressed.
“You want to know if I’ve fucked that whore, Payton? Is my Sweet Girl really asking me that?”
His hands clamp around my hips, and I’m suddenly lifted off the mattress. My hands automatically push against the blankets and I barely catch myself when Nero pushes me forward, with his hips.
His cock is even deeper now, and with him buried to the hilt, I walk my hands up the mattress. The soft texture of his pants on the back of my thighs conflicts with the hard muscles beneath. And something thuds to the floor, that can only be the knife.
“Yeah, Baby. I have.” He spits the words, and the admission slices through me. “I’ve fucked her.”
Nero follows me up onto the bed. Kneeling behind me.
“Leave me alone.”
His hands tighten on my hips.
“You want to know what it was like?” His tone is so full of anger it scares me.
I shake my head, because no, I don’t want to know any more.
With both of us on our knees, Nero wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me up until we’re both kneeling upright, our bodies flush.
With my arms free, he yanks the ruined dress and bra away. Leaving me fully naked, to his fully dressed.
“It was forgettable,” he whispers into my ear.
Then, for the first time since he entered me, he pulls his hips back, until only the head of his cock is in me. My pussy lips spread around his girth, clinging to him.
“It was nothing.”
His cock twitches, causing my clit to throb in response.
“Anyone I’ve ever been with, is nothing. Because they aren’t you.”
He thrusts forward on the last word.
My mouth drops open in a silent scream. And my hands claw behind me, trying to find something to hold on to. Trying to find him.
Catching the sides of his shirt, I twist my fingers into the fabric.
One of his hands slides up to hold me around the throat, the other presses hard against my belly, making him feel even bigger inside me.
Nero’s loud groan of pleasure almost sends me into another orgasm.
“I’ve fucked other women.” He pulls out and slams back in. “But not since I met you.” His hips pull away. “And the ones before, they meant nothing.” Another pounding thrust forward. “I never made love to them.” The hand on my stomach drops away. “And I never killed for them.”
Killed for them?
