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.”
Nero stared at her before he moved to pass her, but Elle reached out and quickly wrapped her arms around Nero’s waist.
“D-Don’t go. P-p-please, Nero.”
As Nero grabbed Elle’s arms and tried to pull her off him, Elle gripped him tighter.
He will kill her. “No, I’ll do anything. I won’t lie to you again. I promise.”
“Elle, she has to hurt for what she did.” His voice was like ice.
“Please!” Elle moved down his body and went to her knees. She went for his pants and started unbuttoning them with her trembling hands. When his cock flung out, Elle leaned in.
“No!” Nero stopped Elle’s head from coming any closer, groaning as she looked up at him through her wet lashes.
“Please, don’t kill her,” Elle cried, gripping his legs. “Don’t leave me, Nero.”
Nero pulled Elle’s death grip from his body. “Stay here. Don’t think about leaving. You can’t; there’s a guard by the elevator.” Then he dropped his hands from her and zipped himself back in.
Elle’s head fell to the floor. She softly cried, not able to breathe as Nero walked away from her.
Please, God, please.
Chapter Forty-Eight
The Real Nero
Nero was sitting in a chair in a pitch-black room, thinking about the way Elle felt. It had been so long since he had touched her, held her, kissed her. Never again. Nero wasn’t ever going to let that separation happen again.
He didn’t like what he had done to Elle, but the fact was she never told him anything, and he was determined she wasn’t going to keep things from him anymore.
She will learn. Nero was going to teach her how things were going to be different now. Nero was now a family man, and he was a rough lover, but he knew he would have a lifetime to coach her.
He heard the rustling of keys, watching the door open through the shadows. Then the light flipped on the next instant.