I lap at her clit, let her ride out every second of her release. She deserves some kind of reward for being stupid enough to walk in here tonight. There’s every chance she could have got a darker side of me that I’ve discovered in the past few weeks and ended up leaving with a very different kind of injury than what’s filling my mind right now.
The second her grip loosens on my hair, I twist to the side and sink my teeth into her thigh. Her skin breaks, the taste of copper filling my mouth, but it doesn’t stop me.
“Argh, you fucking savage,” she screams, trying to make me release her by pulling at my hair.
“Yeah, Siren,” I mutter, looking up at her with a smirk.
Her eyes dip to my mouth, letting me know that her blood is coating my lips, and all the air rushes out of her lungs.
“My filthy little whore,” I murmur before leaning forward and licking up the blood that’s spilling down her thigh.
She hisses in pain, but it’s going to take more than that to stop me.
Surging to my feet, I wrap my hand around her throat, pinning her back against the tiles. Her eyes are wild with desire, her own lip split from where she must have bitten it when she came.
“Whose whore are you, Siren?”
“Yours,” she breathes, and I reward her with my lips.
She groans into our kiss as she tastes herself on my tongue and shamelessly grinds against me.
“You want my cock, Siren? Is that why you came here tonight? You can’t find anyone else in the city who can make you scream like I can, huh?
Wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs, I lift her from the floor, my cock brushing against her sensitive cunt and finding her entrance.
“Nico, please,” she whimpers.
“Not until you answer me.”
I stare into her eyes, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
Something I don’t recognise flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone before I get a chance to question it.
“Yes,” she moans. “I came here so you could fuck me and remember the world is still turning outside your flat.”
“I’m more than fucking aware,” I growl, thrusting deep inside her, stealing her breath and hopefully any more talk about reality. I don’t need to be thinking about anything outside of this shower right now, let alone the flat or the building.
None of that exists.
The only thing that does is her and this moment.
She screams as I thrust into her over and over, forcing her to slide up the wall and her nails to pierce my shoulders as she tries to hold on.
“You’re not the only one,” I grunt, mindlessly spilling words as I lose myself in the feeling of being inside her once again. “Best cunt in the city by far.”
“NICO,” she screams, her pussy clamping down as she comes for me, and I have no choice but to fall right along with her.
But just as pleasure rips through me, my eyes open and I find myself staring up at my bedroom ceiling as pain, grief, and loneliness crash into me once more, right alongside the pounding of my head from my never-ending hangover.
4
BRIANNA
I’m awake long before my alarm goes off the next morning. My stomach is in knots, my heart is racing, and it’s not entirely because of my new placement.
It’s him.
It’s always fucking him.