Elle didn’t understand him, the pleasure inside of her burning every inch of her body. She needed release. Her hips bucked upwards, following his rhythm, but Nero stopped and kissed back up her body, not giving her what she needed.
Elle desperately whimpered beneath him as he went to his nightstand and hurriedly slid on a condom; her body needed him to return.
She felt the tip of his length brush her entrance as he held her thighs apart and tightly to the bed, not wanting her to move.
Elle spoke between harsh breaths, “Nero, please. I need you.” She tried to raise her hips up.
When he slowly started to enter her, going an inch at a time, it wasn’t fast enough for her. Elle cried out, wiggling her hips, “Now, Nero!”
“Fuck, baby.” Nero slid his length deeper and pushed at the thin membrane.
Elle screamed out as he tore through.
Nero quickly took her mouth with his, and his thumb went back to her pussy to find her clit, beginning to stroke.
Elle felt the pain ease away as her desire came back. She wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped his back, feeling Nero slowly start to move his hips above her, cautiously going in and out, driving her mad all over again.
She lost all sense of the world around her as Nero increased the speed and started taking his cock out more and more, only to shove deeper inside her. Elle felt the tension build in her body, growing. Her hips matched his, following his speed. She squeezed her legs tighter around his hips, wanting him to go higher inside her.
Nero pushed harder on her clit. “Do you want to come, baby?”
Elle nodded furiously and dug her nails into his back. “Yes, please.”
Nero slammed his mouth down on hers, rubbing the tiny bud expertly. His hips thrust upwards at a high speed, making his balls smack at her ass.
Elle dug her nails harder into Nero when he reached a spot high within her, making her moan out in ecstasy. She held onto him tightly as she came, reaching her climax.
Nero pumped hard into her a few more times before she heard him grumble. Holding her still, she felt the jolts making her soar with his own release before Nero fell on her, exhausted but careful not to give her all his weight.
Their breaths matched each other’s, both heavy and quick. When he’d regained control, he rolled away then took off the condom and threw it in the trashcan beside his bed.
Elle’s breathing finally calmed when Nero moved her to lie on top of his body. She nestled into his chest, completely exhausted.
Nero started the motion of his fingers going up and down her back. “Did I hurt you?”
Elle placed a kiss on his chest. “No, it was perfect.”
“Good. Next time, I’ll show you how to really fuck.”
Chapter Thirty—Seven
Time’s up
Elle sat up in Nero’s bed, smiling as she watched his perfect ass walk to the bathroom. Her eyes went to his opened drawer on his dresser where she could see the box of condoms laying inside. Before Elle turned away from it, she noticed a picture inside, all the way in the back.
She curiously pulled the pretty picture frame out of the drawer. The picture was of four kids surrounded by a beautiful woman. She noticed a young Nero, Maria, and Leo instantly. Aww. The fourth child she knew had to be Lucca. Elle stared at him longer, feeling like she had seen him somewhere, but she couldn’t place where. Oh, well, he probably came into the diner one night.
Elle went back to the beautiful woman. She had blonde hair and big, green eyes. She knew it was Nero’s mother. Every time Elle would ask about Nero’s family, she sensed he didn’t want to talk about it; consequently, she’d dropped it, wanting to give him time to talk about it on his own.
Elle heard the bathroom door open, and her eyes went to Nero, who stood perfectly still in the doorway.
“Nero, she’s beautiful.” Elle watched Nero take a deep breath she swore was almost of relief and walk toward her. Maybe he didn’t know how to bring it up?
Nero got on the bed and pulled her toward him. “She was.”
Elle frowned. “What happened to her?”
Nero thought for a second before he answered. “She was murdered outside a grocery store when I was in the sixth grade.”
Elle took a breath. “I’m so sorry.” She knew Nero still didn’t want to talk about it, so she would leave her death at that. “What was her name?”
“Melissa.”
Elle caressed the woman’s face through the frame. “Well, she’s beautiful, and now I know how all of you turned out so good-looking.” Elle laughed and then touched the young kid’s face, who was the only one in the picture not smiling. She couldn’t imagine how scary he was now. “Even him.”
Nero forced a laugh as he took the picture frame and put it on his bedside table where it belonged. “Yeah. Lucca is… Lucca.”
Elle looked up at him. “When do I get to meet him and your father?”
Nero shrugged. “Soon.”
I hope so. The only one she really didn’t know anything about was his father; not one thing. Elle wanted to at least know something.
“What is your father’s name?”
“Dante.”
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