Nero (Made Men #1)(94)

Nero lay back down and held Elle to his chest. “I love you, Elle.”

Elle smiled against his chest. “I love you, too, Nero.”

Elle had dreamed about lying next to Nero. She had missed the feeling of him naked and beside her. When his hand started soothing her back, she melted into him, her lashes falling to rest on her cheeks. Nero turned out the light and kissed her on top of her head.

“Get some rest, baby.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Elle fell fast asleep, without tears.

*

Elle started to wake when she felt the covers removed from her body. The air whipped at her skin, making her curl into a ball. She suddenly felt fingers circle her ankle and Elle opened her eyes.

She was disoriented at first, looking at the night city through huge windows. Where am I?

She was then slowly pulled down the bed, and Elle fully woke. Scared, she looked to see who had her and found Nero on his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed. Looking at his dark face, her mind came back and she remembered where she was and what had happened, bringing a smile to her lips.

“Nero, what are you doing?” she asked sleepily.

Nero pulled her all the way to the end, making the bottom of her legs fall off the bed.

She now knew why Nero made everything black and white in the apartment. The city lights came in through the windows, giving the room plenty of color. The colors danced off his face, and now that she was closer, she saw he had a look in his eyes that somewhat excited her and scared her shitless at the same time. She quit breathing when Nero rose a little higher and bent his head down.

Nero started placing tender kisses over her belly, kissing every inch of her bruised stomach. “Baby, tell me who it was.”

Elle looked down into Nero’s eyes, now understanding the scary look. Her stomach lurched at what Nero might do to Cassandra. Might? No, for sure.

Elle shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Wrong answer. She saw the something terrifying flash in his eyes.

Nero shot out, grabbed Elle’s legs and brought her closer to him. He spread her legs farther apart then his face disappeared between her thighs.

Elle threw her head back as Nero’s tongue ran along her slit. She gasped when his tongue finally dipped inside and he laved at the tiny bud. She felt his hand travel up to her breast and squeeze it, making it become tender. He pinched her nipple as he plunged inside her opening with his tongue. Elle reached for his head, taking his hair in her hands.

Nero used his free hand and started rubbing her clit with his thumb while he began fucking her with his tongue.

Elle groaned and gripped him to her tighter when Nero pinched her clit. She lifted her hips off the bed and started panting, ready to come.

“Do you want to come?” Nero asked her through his fucking.

“Yes! Yes!” Elle screamed.

His voice turned dark. “Then tell me who it was.”

Elle shook her head angrily. “I don’t know!”

Nero moved his tongue over her clit as he slid his fingers deep inside her. His fingers started pumping in and out of her slick pussy.

Elle was more than ready to come, but Nero wouldn’t hit the spot to throw her over the edge.

“Nero, please,” she whimpered.

Nero bit her clit between his teeth and twisted her nipple. “Tell me,” he ordered angrily.”

“I told you! I don’t know!” Elle wailed. She tried to move her hips so she could get him to reach the spot she desperately needed.

Nero threw her legs over his shoulder and sucked her clit into his mouth. He surged deep, in and out of her pussy, with his fingers.

Elle was on the verge of tears. Nero would bring her right to the edge, only to take a step back. Then he would do it all over again. She moved her head from side to side, begging him to let her come. However, each time she told him ‘I don’t know,’ he only brought her closer to the edge, not giving her release. She lost count of how many times he had done it to her and had no idea how long it had gone on.

Elle tried to move away, unable to take the torture any longer, but Nero held her still.

“Nero, please stop. Please.” Elle started to cry.

“Who. Fucking. Did. It?” Nero ground out.

I can’t do it. “I don’t know, Nero,” she cried. “I don’t know.”

Nero growled and drove his fingers hard into her wet pussy. Elle screamed louder than she ever had when Nero finally hit the spot that had been in agony from the torture. She was finally able to reach her climax, and this time, when she experienced it, she was knocked senseless from the rocketing that overtook her body.

“Why couldn’t you fucking tell me, Elle? I know you’re lying to me!” he screamed at her as he rose to his feet.

Elle looked up at him through her wet eyes and started shaking. I can’t.

Nero took a deep breath and buttoned up his shirt. “I know it was Cassandra, Elle.”

Elle’s eyes widened. He knew? How?

“Chloe told me. She was who told me about everyone who had ever touched you. I found the fucking picture of you almost beaten to death behind the other picture in your photo album.” Nero buttoned the last button with his shaking hands.

What? Chloe? Elle saw Nero turn to go down the steps. No!

Elle jumped off the bed and stood in front of Nero, hanging her head down. “I-I’m sorry. Don’t go.”