A Punching Bag

NERO’S POV

I hit her, right on the face without meaning to. One moment I was on the other side of the table, the next I was right in front of her.

I was just fucking pissed at her for trying to defy me. It was already bad enough that I couldn’t get her out of my stupid mind.

Ever since that day, the thought of her moans and her gripping my hair was the only thing I could think about. Not to mention how fucking good she tasted when I fucked her with my tongue.

If I had taken her that day, I knew I was done for because I would have gotten addicted to tasting her and obsessed with having her.

I had found myself having wet dreams of her. Or having an abrupt boner just because an image of her popped up which meant that I had to jerk myself off to those images especially with the hard on refusing to go down.

It was not only exhausting but also fucking annoying that I wanted her that much.

But I was glad that my parents, especially my father didn’t try to stop me.

I knew his weak point conce