I can’t move. I can’t think. Well, not with any other part of my body than my slutty pussy.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“And you shouldn’t be here with another man,” he throws back instantly.
My chest heaves as I watch him stalk closer. My skin prickles, my blood beginning to boil as if I’m standing here before him naked, ready for him to take me.
You should be angry. You should be lashing out,a little voice says inside my head. But all I can focus on is him. What he can offer. And what he’s allowing me to escape from.
I don’t want to go back out there. I don’t want to go anywhere else with Brad.
But I also shouldn’t want anything to do with this twisted fuck, either.
I really never have been all that good a judge of right and wrong.
“It’s just Brad,” I argue as if it’s going to make this any better.
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s Jesus. He’s spent all night eye-fucking you in this dress, planning what he’s going to do once he gets you out of it, and touching you.”
His voice is deep and gravelly as if he’s barely restraining himself. It should probably terrify me, but that’s not the reaction I have as a rush of excitement heads straight between my thighs.
“Careful, Nico. You sound awfully jealous.”
A loud growl rips from his throat and he suddenly surges forward.
He’s on me barely before I’ve registered that he’s moved. His giant hand wraps around my throat, hauling me back into his strong, muscular body as his other hand clamps down on my hip, ensuring I’m not going anywhere.
His chest heaves against my back as his increased breaths tickle over my neck, ensuring every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps.
“No one else is allowed to touch my toys, Brianna,” he says dangerously.
“Fuck you, Nico. I don’t belong to you. I never have, and I never will. I’m nothing but a cheap whor—”
All the air rushes from my lungs as my back collides with the wall beside me.
His hand finds its home around my throat once more before he makes the most of my parted lips by slamming his own against them.
I claw at his shoulders, shove at his chest—anything to push him away, because my head tells me that is what I should be doing.
But nothing deters him, and his tongue continues to lick deep into my mouth, his grip on my hip biting as he begins to cut off my air supply with the hand around my throat.
I’ve been known to dabble in a little breath play in the past, but no one has ever been brave enough to take it as far as Nico. It’s fucking mind-blowing.
“Stop fighting, Brianna,” he warns into his kiss.
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
“Yeah, Siren. That’s the fucking idea.”
His fingers tighten, making lights flash behind my eyes. But it has the desired effect, because combining that with hitching my leg up around his waist so I can feel his arousal and I’m fucking gone.
I fling myself right over the edge into crazy town without even bothering to kick my shoes off.
I stop fighting and give in to the kiss, matching his desperation with every stroke of my tongue.
His hand slides up my thigh, his fingers disappearing beneath the fabric and finding my arse.
“Siren,” he growls into our kiss as he finds the bare, soaked flesh between my thighs. “You’ve been sitting out there with him like this.” Anger laces his voice, and it sends a violent shiver of need through me.