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“So I’m trapped here?” I yell back. “Gee, why does that sound so familiar? All you’ve done is keep me captive, bound to you with threats, and lies, and this fucking ring!”
I tear it from my finger and hurl it at him.
Nero doesn’t flinch.
“I’m not letting you leave,” he says, steely. Blocking the door.
I gulp. Even with him wounded, I’m no match for Nero’s brute strength. And I have no doubt he would physically pin me down to keep me from walking out.
The way he’s pinned me down before, making me moan. Making me beg for more.
“So, what happens now?” I demand, furious at myself for the rush of heat I feel at the memory. “I’m just supposed to do whatever you want?”
Nero stares at me, fire in his eyes. “If you did whatever I wanted, Princess, you’d be on your knees right now, purring all over my cock.”
Heat slams through me.
“W-what?” I stammer.
I heard him just fine, but this shift in conversation throws me. My traitorous body is already anticipating the image he’s planted in my mind. Getting tighter. Wetter.
And Nero sees it. Victory flashes on his face, smug knowledge of just how much power he still wields over me.
“Yeah, that’s right.” He moves closer, roughly grabbing the bag from my hand and tossing it aside. Eyes still fixed on me. Hungry. “You can’t help it, can you?” he croons. “Making that sweet little noise in the back of your throat, when I’m fucking it real deep. You can scream and yell at me all you want, but we both know, the minute those knees hit the floor, you’ll be begging like a good girl for just one more inch.”
My legs go weak, imagining the feel of his hands on me. The rough force that always gets me moaning. The taste of him, dominating me, blocking out the world until there’s nothing but my body, and his cock, and all the ways I can service it.
I want it. I want him.
And damn, I hate him for it.
My eyes flicker down to where I can see his erection outlined behind his zipper, growing bigger. Harder.
Nero growls. “Take it out, baby.” He moves my hand to cover his groin, pressing down so I’m massaging the huge bulge.
A moan of anticipation slips through my lips. I know what this thick length can do. The heaven it delivers, every damn time.
And Nero knows it, too.
“You don’t need to fight me, baby,” Nero thrusts against my palm, his breath turning ragged. “At least, not like this. I’ll fuck you so good, you never want to leave this house again. You’ll stay naked in that bed for me, legs spread, taking it any way I please. I wouldn’t even have to tie you down to keep you there, but damn baby, we both know, you’ll love it if I do.”
I waver, flushed with lust. Because he’s right. I would love it. He would make it good. And I’d let my resistance dissolve in the face of desire. The pleasure he’d provide.
Sex is the most dangerous weapon he wields, and dammit, I surrender every time.
But not now.
With the last shred of my dignity and resolve, I slip under his arm, and duck away from him, putting precious distance between us.
“Get out,” I say, pointing to the door. I can’t give in to him, no matter how much I want him.
Nero’s cocky smirk drops. “Fine. We’ll do it your way,” he says coldly. “Kyle’s guarding the exits. He has my full permission to keep you in this house with whatever means are necessary.”
He leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a snap.
I sink back on the bed, my pulse still racing with lust. Dammit. I’m trapped here another night, when I need to be gone. Busy getting far away from Nero—instead of laying here, wound tight, thinking about all his filthy promises.
His hands. His mouth. His cock.
