Warmth spread through her veins, ignited a burn deep in her core. She slid her hands down his shoulders and around his arms, needing him, wanting every part of him.
His fingers cut into her hipbones, sending a jolt of pain across her sides, but she ignored it. Instead focused on the bruising demand of his mouth, the way his tongue raced along hers, the sinful heat of his body. But before she’d tasted her fill, he pulled away from her mouth, whipped her around, then shoved her up against the wall, face-first.
Her hands slapped the cold bricks. The air rushed out of her lungs. He kicked her legs wide with his feet, pressed his hard body up against her back, and closed his teeth over her earlobe until she flinched. “I gave you the chance to leave. Now you’re going to wish you’d listened.”
Her heart pounded against her ribs. Her body trembled with both anticipation and a hint of apprehension. But she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Not really. And if this was what he needed to stay focused so the darkness didn’t claim him, she’d let him do whatever he wanted to her. Give him anything he asked for.
She spread her fingers against the bricks and pushed back into him. “I won’t. I’m not afraid of you.”
His hand rushed around her belly, then up under her tank. His hot fingers streaked across her abs, grasped the cup of her bra, and jerked it down. The strap cut into her shoulder, and she pressed her lips together against the pain, then his fingers found her nipple and squeezed hard, making her cry out from the sudden jolt.
“You should be. You should be very afraid. What’s inside me is a thousand times more evil than what’s in him.”
He was talking about Zagreus. But he was wrong. He was strength and honor and compassion. He’d shown that to her more times than she could count. Zagreus wasn’t any of those things. And until Krónos’s dark energy claimed Nick for good, she’d do whatever she could to prove that fact to him.
She bit into her lip hard to keep from whimpering as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as he jerked the other side of her bra down and tormented the other breast. Yes, it hurt. But the shock of that initial pressure was more painful than the actual act. The longer he rolled and tweaked and twisted, the faster her pulse raced. And the stronger the tingles grew that were suddenly shooting from her breasts straight between her legs.
Her sex grew hot and achy, her body tight and eager. She pushed back into him, feeling his strong thighs against the backs of her legs and his hard erection pressing into her spine. Dropping her forehead against the wall, she struggled to find her voice. “I’m…I’m not going to fight you, Nick.”
“Oh, you will.” He released her nipple, closed his whole hand around her breast, and squeezed until pain lit up the entire mass. His other hand pulled free of her bra. He grasped her skirt at her thigh, hiking it up until cold air washed over her legs. Then he shoved his hand between her thighs, gripped her panties, and ripped.
She jerked in surprise, but then his fingers were sliding along her folds, sending tingles through every cell in her body, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that rumbled from her throat.
“You like that?” he growled near her ear.
She closed her eyes and rocked back against him, wanting more. “Yes.”
He stroked up, then down, his fingers creating a delicious friction that made her entire body shiver. “Like this?”
Oh gods… “Y-yes.”
He thrust up inside her with two fingers, and she gasped. “You like being used?” His voice was hard. Cold. Cruel. Nothing she recognized. His fingers slid out, then drove back in, and his thumb circled her clit. “Is this what you did for Zagreus? Let him fuck you in a back alley like a whore?”
His ugly words dimmed her pleasure, and her eyes popped open, her gut reaction to lash out, to tell him to go to hell. But she didn’t. Because she knew he’d had plenty of opportunities to say just that before and mean it, only he hadn’t. Which meant this wasn’t him. It was that vile piece of Krónos inside pushing him to hurt her, to make her fight back, to force her to run so it could finally claim him.
She swallowed hard and rocked back against his hand. Still not willing—never willing—to let the gods have him. “Not him, only you. I only want you. Don’t stop.”
He thrust deeper with his fingers, harder. And his voice grew even more menacing when he growled, “You want to get fucked? Is that what you want?”
She knew she’d probably be sore tomorrow, likely bruised, but she didn’t care. Because this was too important. “Yes,” she groaned, leaning back against him. “Yes. By you.”
He released her breast, grasped her skirt at the back, and jerked it up. Cool air swept over the backs of her legs, then denim brushed across her bare ass as he ground the rigid length of his cock against her. “You’re a wicked little slut, aren’t you?”