Chapter 103 Tear Her
Nico POV
Without warning, I shifted my weight and dropped forward, stretching out fully on my stomach, my hands slid to her thighs, forcing them farther apart, claiming every inch of space between them and my thumbs pressed firmly against her soft folds, spreading her open as if I needed to remind both of us that she belonged to me. I had taken her like this countless times, yet the hunger never dulled. If anything, it only deepened.
“Master…” she gasped, breath trembling as my tongue dragged slowly upward, starting from her entrance and gliding toward the sensitive peak that always unraveled her.
The taste hit me instantly. Sweet, intoxicating, addictive. It flooded my senses and sent a rush straight through my bloodstream. Every flick of my tongue only made me crave more and I devoured her slowly at first, savoring every reaction, every sound that spilled from her lips.
“Master…holy” Her hips jerked instinctively, trying to rise, trying to chase the pleasure but the restraints held her firmly in place. The chains kept her exactly where I wanted her to be helpless, exposed and trembling, all she could do was rock against me, grinding desperately, trying to use my mouth the way she needed.
My fingers tightened around her hips, anchoring her. My thumbs kept her spread wide, ensuring I could see everything, feel everything and a low groan vibrated in my chest as I worked her, and I could already sense how close she was. The change in her taste, the way her body reacted, it was unmistakable, her scent thickened in the air, heavy with need, igniting something feral deep inside me. The desire coiled tightly, running like fire down my spine and settling hard between my legs.
This hadn’t been the plan. I hadn’t intended to push her this far, this fast not yet, this was supposed to be a slow game, a controlled descent but control had always been a fragile thing where she was concerned. I wanted her unraveling on my tongue. I needed to feel her pleasure that way.
I softened the rhythm, teasing her with slow, deliberate flicks, my tongue toyed with her until she trembled, then I replaced the sensation with my thumb pressing gently against her most sensitive point while my mouth drifted lower again.
“Master… I’m going… can I?”
The question alone tightened something deep in my chest even on the edge of falling apart, she still asked, still waited and still gave herself over to me completely.
A faint smile tugged at my lips. “Yes.”
That was all it took.
Her body shattered beneath me. Pleasure ripped through her, raw and overwhelming, she cried out as the release poured over my tongue, and I drank it in without restraint. The taste, the sound, the way she trembled, it pushed me closer to losing myself than I liked to admit.
Her hips bucked wildly, riding out the waves, grinding against my face as if it were the only thing anchoring her to the world. If I so much as touched myself in that moment, I would’ve lost control entirely.
Slowly, the intensity faded and her body slackened, muscles quivering in the aftermath, breath uneven and fragile.
“That’s my good little pet,” I murmured, my voice rough.
I pushed myself up and reached for her, gripping the back of her head and pulling her toward me, my mouth crashed against hers, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. I forced her to taste what I had tasted, to feel it linger between us. I wanted her to know there was no separation between us and no distance.
Her moan melted into my mouth, soft and broken, and I deepened the kiss without hesitation, every sound she made only fueled the fire still burning through me.
My body was tight with restraint, every muscle coiled. I was still painfully hard, still aching. This wasn’t over not even close because I had barely begun.
It hadn’t unfolded the way I’d envisioned. The first part of this… lesson had gone off course but then again, nothing involving her had ever followed a straight path, she had a way of tearing through my plans, dragging me somewhere unexpected, somewhere dangerous and yet, I realized I didn’t want it any other way.
She had rooted herself inside me in ways I couldn’t undo. I felt it in my blood, in the relentless pounding of my heart, there was no future where she didn’t exist beside me. No other woman who could take her place and that truth lived under my skin, undeniable and permanent and sooner or later, she would understand that but wanting her wasn’t enough. Loving her, if that was even the right word came with consequences, a life beside me was not gentle. It was brutal, unforgiving. I was a man who could shift from warmth to cruelty in a heartbeat, the world I ruled demanded it. It required ruthlessness, precision, a coldness that most people would never survive.
If she was going to stand beside me, she couldn’t remain soft, she couldn’t afford innocence.
I needed her to see beyond the monster inside me and needed her to understand that the darkness wasn’t something she should fear it was something she would have to learn to walk through.
The fragile light she carried, the softness she clung to, would get her destroyed and I refused to let that happen.
The broken pieces inside her might never fully heal. Some fractures were permanent but I could reshape them, temper them then turn every weakness into something sharp and unbreakable. I would teach her how to wear her scars like armor, how to transform pain into power, the kind of strength that ensured survival. The kind that made others bow.
That was why I pushed her and why I would keep pushing her.
I needed her fearless, untouchable then unbreakable and to build something that strong… I had to tear her apart first, completely so she can be rebuilt.