Nero (Made Men #1)

by Sarah Brianne

  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.”

  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.

  Cassandra stood still when she saw Nero sitting in her living room on the chair that faced the door. “H-how did—”

  Nero smiled. “I walked through the front door.”

  “M-mom! Dad!” Cassandra screamed, unmoving.

  Nero laughed as she screamed. “They’re not here.”

  Cassandra’s eyes started to water. “What did you do with them?”

  Nero shrugged. “Nothing. They just had a little emergency at the hospital with Sebastian.” He was telling the truth. Sebastian was still recovering, trying to walk again and healing his third-degree burns. Nero hadn’t seen Sebastian in a while, and he had decided to check on his progress. He just might have taken a few steps back.

  “What d-did you do to him?” A tear fell down her cheek.

  Good.

  Nero stood from the chair and walked towards her. “Nothing more than what you did to Elle.”

  Cassandra still didn’t move as Nero stood right in front of her.

  “Don’t hurt—” She started to cry.

  Nero grabbed Cassandra, turned her around, and shoved her up against the wall. He heard her nose break. “You should have fucking thought of that before you beat the shit out of Elle.” As he let Cassandra go, she fell to the floor, bawling.

  Nero held up his hands and made a fist. “Now, Elle gets upset when she sees
my hands are hurt, and we can’t have that. She also begged me for me not to kill you, which I will never fucking understand. So, I think it’s only fair if you hurt the way Elle was hurt.”

  “You can come out now.” Nero walked back to the chair.

  I’m about to enjoy the fucking show.

  Cassandra’s face lifted and turned towards the clicking of heels. She watched a tall blonde appear, wearing a light-pink, airy dress. Her eyes fell to the expensive, tall, nude pumps.

  She stared up at her when she reached her.

  The blonde sweetly smiled. “Hello, I’m Maria.”

  Cassandra began to crawl away on her hands and knees.

  Maria snickered and put her heel over Cassandra’s hand. “Honey, there’s nowhere for you to hide.”

  Nero laughed as he heard the high-pitched scream come from Cassandra. He watched the best show of his fucking life play before his eyes. He had known Maria would show no mercy, and the begging and pleading was what he lived for.

  When he watched Maria smooth down her hair and dress, he stood to join her.

  Maria looked down at her once-gorgeous pumps. “You owe me a new pair of Christian Louboutin’s.”

  Nero laughed. “Best money I’ll ever spend.”

  Maria kissed Nero’s cheek. “I’ll send you the link.” Then she left the house with the click of her heels.

  Nero returned his eyes to the mess on the floor. She was good.

  Maria had given Cassandra a whole makeover, right down to a nice haircut.

  Nero leaned down beside Cassandra to make sure she heard him well. “So, you know the drill, right?” He waited for her to answer, but she wasn’t able to. “Oh, that’s okay; I’ll remind you. My father owns your father, and I’d hate to see you poor and cold out on the street. Let’s face it, babe; you can get plastic surgery to fix that face of yours and your popped implant, but we know you’re not the working type.” Nero grabbed and pulled hard on the little bit of hair left on her head. “I’ll kill you and every motherfucker with the last name Ross in this fucking city if you come near Elle again.”

  Nero stood to his feet and headed for the door. “Go get yourself cleaned up, babe. Mommy and Daddy should be here any minute.”

  * * *

  Elle was in a tight ball under the covers. She couldn’t sleep. Nero had been gone for hours. She hadn’t even moved when she crawled back in bed after Nero had left her.

  She practically jumped out of bed when she heard the door downstairs open. When the light footsteps reached the stairs, Elle grew nervous and started breathing heavily from her heart racing. She didn’t even move when she felt his presence standing at the foot of the bed.

  “I know you’re awake,” his dark voice spoke.

  Elle swallowed as she sat up in the bed and held the covers around her breasts. She stared up at him, and for the first time, she believed she saw Nero for who he really was. A made man.

  Nero held Elle’s eyes, making her see. “I will fight. I will torture. And I will kill in my line of work. I knew I would join the mob ever since I could remember, and you have to accept that because I am not giving you an option. It’s a part of me, just how you’re a part of me, but nothing—nothing—will ever come before you.

  “No one will ever fucking touch what’s mine and not pay for it. That’s why she had to be dealt with.” Nero raised his hand when Elle looked like she was about to cry again. “I did not fucking kill her, but I promise you she wishes she was dead. However, I am not going to find you lying on the bathroom floor again, so the next person will not be so lucky. If anyone ever lays a hand on you, I will fucking kill them, and no amount of begging or crying will stop me. If you pull that shit again, I will torture the fucker twice as long. Do you understand me?”

  Elle’s body tingled as he spoke. She wanted to be afraid, but instead, her body grew taut at every word. Elle slowly nodded her head, staring into his emerald eyes.

  “Come here,” Nero’s deep voice commanded her.

  Elle leaned forward, going to her hands. She knew this was what he’d wanted, what he had been waiting for by the expression on his face. She didn’t pull her eyes away as she crawled towards him, taking her time in order to savor the enjoyment on his face.

  Elle stared up at the real Nero through her lashes as she sat before him on her knees. She understood why Nero had a bed so low, and knowing she was about to enjoy this as much as he was, her knees would thank him every day. Maybe more. Elle squeezed her thighs together in anticipation, her hands wanting desperately to go to his pants.

  Elle gasped when Nero reached out and held her chin firmly. “What do you want?”

  Elle licked her lips. “Can I suck your dick?”

  Nero gripped her chin tighter. “Are you ever going to lie to me again?”

  “No,” Elle answered right away.

  “No, what?”

  “No, I will never lie to you again. I promise.” Elle’s eyes showed him she was telling him the truth.

  Nero dropped his hand from her chin. “Good. Now, tell me what you want.”

  Elle wiggled closer to him. “Please, may I suck your dick?” she begged.

  “Yes, baby,” Nero groaned.

  Elle quickly reached for his pants and unbuttoned them with shaky hands. His cock flung out faster this time, being a lot harder. Elle’s hand quickly covered his thickness, and she wrapped her mouth around his head. She teased his tip with her tongue before looking up at his tortured face. She sucked him deep into her mouth and slid it back out. When Nero grabbed her hair, she obeyed his unspoken command, sucking on him harder as her hands went to play with his balls.

  “Deeper,” Nero gritted out as he pushed her down farther.

  Elle quickly learned how Nero wanted to be sucked. She took him deep into her mouth and let his tip slide into the back of her throat. A deep noise escaped from Nero’s throat, and Elle sucked him farther back as she squeezed his balls. Over and over, Elle devoured him until Nero held her head still as he came, making Elle take everything he had as he jerked in her mouth.

  “Fuck, baby. I knew you would be good, but damn.”

  Elle smiled up at him, pleased with herself.

  Nero went to the bed and grabbed Elle for a hard kiss. He then flipped her over, back on her hands and knees and pushed her ass high into the air.

  “This is the last box of condoms I will buy. The doctor will come to see you to get on the pill tomorrow.” Nero went to his nightstand and slid on a condom.

  Elle bit her lip when his dick ran along her entrance. She pushed her ass back at him.

  “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. “Please.”

  In one swift movement, Nero went deep inside her, fucking her somehow harder and faster than he had earlier as he gripped her hips. Elle screamed and pushed back at him, glad Nero let her join in.

  She didn’t last long; the sound and feeling of his balls slapping against her sent her over the edge. Nero held her up to reach his own climax and Elle lay limp in his arms, feeling his jolts deep inside her.

  It took a few minutes before Nero could recover. When he did, he went back to the head of the bed then pulled Elle into him. His hand started soothing her back, just like he always did, before he spoke.

  “You stayed at Legacy Prep because of Chloe, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.” Elle knew she’d never told Nero much of anything the month they were together, but she wasn’t going to be able to keep everything from Nero him from now on. I will keep secrets that aren’t mine to tell, though.

  “Why? She was originally with them when they did those things to you.”

  Elle took a deep breath. “The day I came back to school, after I was beaten, was the day Chloe returned back to school with her scars. I thought I looked bad, but Chloe… I could tell she was traumatized. I knew she went through something much worse than what I did. I heard them calling her ‘freak’, and I just lost it.”

  Nero’s fingers continued the motion. “What happened to
her?”

  I can’t tell you. Elle didn’t say anything.

  “She wasn’t in a car wreck, was she?” Nero tried again.

  Elle could at least answer that for him. “No, she wasn’t.”

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Happily Ever After

  Elle and Nero had returned to school for the last week, and it was the best week of her life. Nero made her quit the diner and put in an application to the local University for her. He assured her that, even though it was late, there was no way they wouldn’t accept her with her 4.0 GPA. He also told her if it took more than two days to do so, he would make a trip down to the admission office. She was now one day away from graduating, and Nero had somehow managed to talk her and Chloe into walking across the stage to take their diplomas.

  Elle pinched herself every day, wondering if it was all real. Her last first day of school had ended up being the worst day of her life. Or so I thought. She now realized it had turned out to be the best day in her existence because, if she had never witnessed the murder, then Nero would have never been forced to talk to her in the first place. I would have never gotten my happily ever after.

  Brring.

  For the first time ever, that was music to her ears. I am free. Free at last.

  Nero and Elle smiled at each other as everyone ran out of the art room, screaming. Nero stood and took Elle’s hand, helping her stand up.

  “Where are we going?” Elle laughed as he started dragging her.

  Nero led her towards the back of the room and opened the art supply closet before pushing her in. “It’s the last time I’ll get this chance, and I have been fantasizing about this ever since I brought you in here the first time.”

  Elle tried to stop Nero from closing the door. “Nero, we can’t—”

  Nero shoved her back against the door and planted his mouth on hers. She lost all sense as Nero thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She opened wider for him and rose to her toes.

  Nero began unbuttoning her red and white plaid shirt. He pulled it down her shoulders, making it drop to the floor. His eyes then fell down her body to her pink, lacey, push-up bra and blue jean shorts.