When He Takes: A Dark Mafia Romance (Fallen God Book 2)
When He Takes: Chapter 25

The kiss is an explosion. A supernova. The energy released pours into my veins and takes up residence, setting my body aflame.

Our plan is ruined. There’s no way out for me anymore. No hope of leaving. The idea that I’m stuck in this world forever should devastate me.

Instead, I feel a deep sense of relief I hadn’t felt since we arrived in New York.

It’s almost better that the choice has been taken from me. It saves me from the agony of trying to decide between what I want and what’s “right.”

For the first time in my life, those two things don’t align.

What I want is Nero—a criminal who’d die for me, who’d kill for me, who’d give up everything for me.

And now there’s no use in resisting my true feelings anymore. I can simply give in to Nero and this new life.

We move apart only long enough to rip each other’s clothes off. His hands are greedy as they slide down my bare hips and grab handfuls of my ass. We stumble backward to the bed, my feet tripping over his in my eagerness to get us horizontal. The sheets billow out around us in a white cloud when we finally collapse onto the bed.

Nero’s solid, muscled body presses down on me. He’s everywhere—his scent, his flesh, his warmth. The air in my lungs becomes so filled with him that it’s hard to breathe, but I don’t mind.

I’ve missed this. God, how I’ve missed this.

“Open your eyes,” he commands. “No more hiding from me. I won’t let you go somewhere else inside your head.”

Our gazes snap together. The gold shards in his eyes are brighter than usual, as if they’re lit from the inside out. His body radiates heat, and when his lips travel down my neck, nipping and licking, he leaves a trail of fire in their wake.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans as he fills his hand with my breast, flicking his thumb over my nipple in a way that makes sparks travel all the way down to my clit.

I writhe beneath him, needing more. “Nero…”

He sits up on his knees and trails his hand over my chest down to my pubic bone before gently sliding his thumb inside my pussy. He gathers some wetness and then moves his thumb back toward my clit and presses down.

My breath catches in my lungs. “Oh God.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve been in bed on the other side of the wall and imagined you touching yourself just like this?” He drags his thumb in a slow, wet circle, his eyes glued to mine. “It drove me fucking crazy. I kept picturing this perfect pink cunt, and your delicate fingers going in and out, in and out.”

“I thought of you when I did it,” I choke out. “Every single time. Even when I hated myself for it.”

His eyes spark. He changes the angle of his movements, and he gets it so damn right that my hips jump off the bed.

A groan tears out of me. He pushes two fingers inside me while his thumb keeps playing with my clit. I throw my head back and bite down on my lips to contain the screams that threaten to pour out of me. Does he know how good that feels?

A hand appears around my throat. “Show me how you make yourself come, Sunshine. I want to see you do it.”

I reach down and cover his hand with mine. He stops rubbing my clit, but he keeps his fingers deep inside me even as I slide one of my own in as well, covering it in my wetness before bringing it up to my sensitive nub.

His lips part as he watches me make small, tight circles. The grip he’s got on my neck tightens. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how gorgeous you are.”

I speed up, and the tingles spread. My heart is beating so hard against my ribcage. It feels like there’s a drum in my chest. Nero curls his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot, again and again.

“Pinch those pretty nipples for me. I want to see you play with your tits,” he says in a rough voice.

I do as he says. I roll my nipple between my index finger and my thumb, and God, it feels amazing. My back arches, chasing the high that’s so, so close.

He squeezes the sides of my neck. “That’s it. You’re almost there. I told you it would be even better if I talked you through it. You look so fucking pretty with that cunt dripping all over my hand. You’re doing such a good job. Let me see it.”

My toes curl. My breaths are no more than tiny, harsh puffs. There’s a live wire running through my entire body, and just when I think I can’t possibly take any more—

“There it is,” Nero groans. “I can feel your cunt starting to flutter. I can’t fucking wait to destroy it with my cock.”

I explode.

Wave after harsh wave.

Spasm after hard spasm.

There are no words to describe the mind-melting pleasure that overtakes my body. No damn words besides my unintelligible moans.

Nero buries his face between my legs, lapping up the wetness gushing out of me, and then he rolls us over so that I’m somehow sitting on his face. My hands grip the headboard for support while he sucks and licks my aching slit, his fingers pulling me apart to give him better access.

By the time he gets his fill and drags me down to straddle his thighs, I’ve managed to come back to my senses.

Kind of.

The smirk on his lips suggests I’m staring at him like he’s God, but screw it. He was right. It’s so much better when he talks me through it.

I lower my gaze to his impossibly hard length. It’s wedged between our naked bodies, leaking precum from the tip.

“Are you ready for this, Sunshine?” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “If you need me to wait, I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you’re so eager to fuck me again, you’re begging for my cock.”

My pussy clenches, making it very hard to hold a coherent thought.

But something vulnerable slips into Nero’s gaze, something that makes me look inward to see if I really am ready.

It’s true what I said to him earlier. I am scared of who I’ll have to become to survive by his side. But maybe I don’t have to become Ekaterina or Vita or my mom. Maybe I can just take it one day at a time. Nero doesn’t expect me to be anyone but myself.

And who is that? You’re far from the selfless good girl he thinks you are. How would he react if he knew about the deal you made with Vita? How would he feel if he knew you’ve been lying to him?

I’ll have to come clean. One day. But I don’t want to think about that tonight.

Tonight, I just want to be with him.

Reaching between us, I wrap my palm around his erection. I lift myself off his thighs and press the tip to my pussy. “I want it. I’m ready. I want you inside me.”

He groans and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down to crush our lips together. His tongue invades my mouth at the same time that his cock nudges inside.

My eyes go wide. It’s been so long that I forgot how big he is. I’m drenched, but he still stretches me with every inch he squeezes in.

I estimate he gets in about halfway before my gasps turn into whimpers. I press my palms to his chest and sit up. “Nero, slow down.”

His eyes are so darkened with lust they look nearly black. I can feel his chest rise and fall with harsh breaths. “Breathe through it, baby. You’re doing so well.”

The praise alone makes me sink down another inch.

His abs flex. “Oh, fuck.”

I roll my hips, taking him just a bit deeper. Other than his ragged breaths, he stays as still as a statue, letting me control the pace.

“I don’t know if I can do it,” I whine when it feels like I’m about to burst at the seams.

“You’ve done it before, and you can do it again. Your body remembers me, Sunshine. You just have to let go. Can you let go for me?”

I release a harsh breath and then slide all the way down until he’s buried in me to the hilt.

He cups my cheeks. “You okay?”

I nod. He’s right. My body remembers. When we’re like this, everything is perfect. We fit so damn well.

He grabs my thighs and flips me over while staying buried deep inside of me. “If it gets too much, stop me, because I won’t be holding back.” He kisses my forehead.

“Okay.”

And then he pulls out and rams into me so hard I see stars.

“Ohmigod,” I gasp.

He’s ravenous. Relentless. He pounds into me with his hard thrusts until my eyes roll to the back of my head. It feels better than anything ever has before. Sex with him is so removed from the sex I had before him that it feels like an entirely different act.

Our bodies meld perfectly together, two puzzle pieces waiting to click. His cock fills me completely, reaches parts of me only he has ever reached. He’s lightning to my thunder. Gasoline to my flame.

“I’m going to…” My body feels boneless, spent from that first orgasm, but incomprehensibly, another one is building deep inside my core.

“You’re going to come for me like the good girl that you are,” he growls against my ear. “Your pussy’s going to milk me dry, baby. Let me see it.”

In the moment of my orgasm, my neural circuits go haywire. I scream as it tears through me, violent and all-consuming.

Nero presses his face to the crook of my neck and groans as he spills inside me, his thrusts slowing to something more languid as his cum mixes with my own.

We hold each other for a while, and I revel in our closeness. I’ve denied us this for so long, and I’m lost in the blissful haze of the moment.

I let myself believe that this is it—this is when everything changes for us for the better.

I just hope I’m not wrong.