Elle opened her eyes, and the image before her was one she had never seen before. Anxiety filled her body as she remembered being thrown into a wall. Where am I? Does the boss have me?
She felt the bed sink in beside her and strong arms envelope her. Elle remembered the scent, bringing good memories back to her and making her nudge in closer.
“I’ve got you, baby,” a voice cooed to her, one she knew and made her feel safe.
Elle loved the smell that started to surround her along with the deep voice that murmured sweetly in her ear. How do I know…?
Elle’s mind fully awakened as her eyes shot open. Her face was pressed into Nero’s chest, her body being held by his. She pushed at his chest, trying to get some distance.
“Get off me.”
“Easy, Elle. You hit your head.” Nero rose up on his right elbow, not letting her go. His other hand was on her waist, but he let her lie back to give her some room.
Elle looked around the huge bedroom. It was mostly white with big, dark-brown furniture. She saw a leather armchair beside the bed that looked like someone had just gotten up from it. Her focus then shifted to the glass door, a balcony on the other side. The room was masculine yet beautiful.
“Where am I?”
Nero laughed. “My bedroom.”
Elle thought about how in the world she’d ended up there. The face of the college student appeared in her mind with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Elle looked up at Nero. “How did you get there so quickly?”
Nero took a minute to respond, not wanting to admit the answer. “I’ve been trying to find a way to talk to you since Friday. For some reason, I ended up just following you.”
Elle stared into Nero’s eyes. He’s been following me?
She didn’t know how to feel about it, yet she could tell it had taken a toll on him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a few days.
Elle shut her eyes for a moment, trying to grasp how she’d ended up here in this glorious bed, wearing…“What the hell am I wearing?”
Nero smiled, flashing his teeth. “One of my t-shirts.”
Elle hit at Nero’s arm repeatedly. “You changed my clothes!”
Nero grabbed Elle’s wrists, holding them above her head as his body rolled on top of hers. “No, my sister did, but I can easily fix that.”
Elle’s heart started to pound and the butterflies she hadn’t had in days filled her belly. No!
“Get the hell off me, Nero. I don’t want your skanky germs all over me.”
Nero grinned as he bent his head to her neck. “You don’t mean that.”
Yes I do. “Yes I do!”
Nero parted her legs underneath him and pressed his clothed, hard dick at her opening.
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” Nero placed a kiss on her neck.
Elle’s breathe caught in her throat. No. “Yes,” she slowly got out.
Nero still kept his body above her. “What did I tell you about lying?” He flicked his tongue out and licked her skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
Elle’s wetness started to seep through her panties. Nero’s hardness was just a fabric away.
Elle whispered her confession, “No, but you hurt me. I don’t look or act like all the girls you screw around with, and I don’t want to be. I will never be enough for you, Nero.” The fact hurt worse than anything she could have imagined. Elle was the complete opposite of the girls he was used to, and it made her feel like Nero wasn’t even attracted to her.
Nero leaned up so she could see his face. “I wasn’t going to go, and I had planned on letting Amo and Vincent fight over the third girl.” He made sure his eyes told her what he meant. “I heard Cassandra was going to be there. She wasn’t, though. And I was about to leave when Vincent found his sister.”
Elle stared at Nero to see if he spoke the truth. She let out a breath, not sure if she should really believe him. Her body might not need the explanation, not caring why he had gone, but her heart and mind needed to understand.
Nero started kissing and sucking at a small piece of her neck, his hands running down her arms.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. I admit I made the date, but that was before I finally realized I wanted you.”
Elle’s heart started picking up the broken pieces, placing them back together. She grabbed Nero’s hair, unable to stop her body from touching him.
Nero moved his hands down her body to the tops of her bare legs. “I fucking love the way you look. Your strawberry-blonde hair and big, blue eyes.” Nero ran one hand up the back of her leg, under the oversized shirt, going over her tiny, boy-short panties. “I love your ass.” Then he went up her belly to grab her breasts over her thin bra. “And these.”
It was hard for Elle to concentrate on his words. She was just glad she’d decided to wear underwear that covered more than her others today. Because she couldn’t fight Nero; his hands felt too good over her body.
As Elle arched into him, her body screaming for more, Nero groaned into her neck and his hand that hadn’t moved from her thigh went to her pussy, holding it through the barely-there material.
Nero’s voice turned harsh. “I won’t fuck you tonight because I know you’re nothing like the girls I’ve been with, but you’re going to let me play.”
Elle held her breath, becoming nervous, not knowing what ‘play’ meant to Nero. She had never experienced anything sexual in her life. She guessed Nero felt her nerves when he kissed her hard on her lips. Her memory of how he tasted wasn’t as good as the real thing, either. She hungrily kissed him back, trying to make up for the kisses they’d lost.
She felt Nero’s hand start to rub her through her panties, his whole hand cupping her, grinding across her back and forth. Elle pressed herself harder into his hand, her arousal rising higher as her wetness seeped through her folds.