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The next morning…
The room was utterly wrecked.
The sheets were soaked, twisted beyond recognition, clinging to the mattress like they'd tried to escape. The bedframe creaked with even the slightest movement, one leg bent at an awkward angle. Clothes were everywhere—ripped panties, tangled bras, and Nova's shirt stretched so badly it looked like it had been in a fight. The entire room reeked of sex—thick, heady, pungent—the kind of scent that clung to skin and refused to leave.
Nova lay sprawled across the bed, still panting in his sleep, his body slick with dried sweat and oil. His skin was covered in scratches and bruises—some shallow, some deep—evidence of a night that had no boundaries, no rules.
And May… May looked ruined in the most delicious way.
Her body was draped across his like a possession he'd claimed. Her thighs were still trembling faintly, spread just enough to show where she'd been used over and over. Her hips bore red handprints, vivid and raw, as if his grip had seared itself into her skin. Bite marks trailed from her neck down to her breasts—full, marked up, and still glistening. Her nipples were swollen, ringed in faint purple from his mouth.
Her stomach was streaked with fluids—some of his, some of hers, some mixed, dried in messy trails.
And between her legs… she was an open mess. Red, slick, tender. Her inner thighs were stained, her folds still twitching with aftershocks, coated in a thick, sticky sheen.
Then there was the tattoo. The butterfly tattoo. The mark of his, the sign that she May is his.
Right at the top of her thigh, so dangerously close to her pussy that only someone who had their face buried there would ever see it, was a delicate butterfly. Beautiful. Soft. Completely at odds with how thoroughly she'd been wrecked. Just above that tattoo, her skin was raw—kissed, licked, bitten, and marked until even the ink looked like it had been claimed.
Nova blinked awake slowly, eyes drifting down her body.
And when he saw that tattoo again… that tiny, hidden butterfly just above the mess he'd made of her…
He grinned.
His fingers brushed over the butterfly tattoo, tracing the edges slowly, deliberately. The moment his touch met her skin, May's body tensed with a shiver.
She whimpered, her voice raw and half-laughing.
"N-No more, you brute… my whole body's sore."
Nova's smirk deepened.
May let out a breath, trying to shift away, but even that small movement made her flinch.
"Especially down there," she added, voice dropping, "You broke me, you know that? My pussy… my ass… everything hurts."
He leaned over, brushing her hair back as he looked her over with satisfaction—at the bite marks, the handprints, the trail of bruises, and the way her body still twitched under his gaze.
"Yeah?" he said softly, pride thick in his tone. "Good, now you wouldn't dare to tease me with those slutty pictures of yours. Otherwise I will use full Four arms...".
Hearing this, May trembled more and quickly shook her head.
Nova smiled and carefully picked up May in princess carry, despite her groans of pain and refusals. He ofcourse didn't listen to her and took her to washroom. He thoroughly cleaned her entire body, every single part of hers clearly and slowly.
Seeing wet sexy body of hers, he once almost got hard again, but thinking about May's condition he calmed himself down.
Then he once again picked her up after drying her body and took her to the kitchen, thankfully the curtains are closed. Afterall he don't want anybody else to see this sinful body.
After drying her off with a soft towel, he wrapped her snugly in it and carried her to the kitchen. The curtains were all closed—thankfully. He didn't want anyone catching even a glimpse of what was his.
He settled her gently into a chair, then started moving around the kitchen with ease. Eggs, toast, fruit, and coffee—nothing fancy, but enough to get some energy back into her.
May watched him from the chair, her towel slipping slightly off her shoulder as she leaned her chin into her hand.
"You're being unusually sweet," she murmured with a small, tired smile.
Nova glanced at her with a raised brow. "Unusual? I carried you, washed you, and now I'm cooking for you. I should get a medal."
She chuckled, wincing a little. "Maybe I'll make you one. Just not today. Too sore."
"Duly noted," he smirked.
He brought over a plate and set it in front of her before joining her with his own. The silence between them was warm and comforting, only broken by the sound of clinking cutlery and the faint hum of the city outside.
Suddenly, he remembered something. "We'll visit the café tomorrow. You need to start familiarizing yourself with everything—especially the kitchen. You're the chef now, remember?"
May raised an eyebrow, sipping from her mug with a smirk playing at her lips. "Mhm… I haven't forgotten. You only remind me, like, every hour."
Nova leaned in a little, his voice dropping low. "Can you blame me? Just the thought of you in that tight apron, moving around the kitchen, hips swaying while you're chopping vegetables..."
She tilted her head with a sly smile. "Oh, so that's your real vision for the café?"
"Let's just say I plan to make you the star attraction," he murmured, eyes shamelessly traveling down her body. "Fresh-baked goods and a chef who looks good enough to eat? Who wouldn't line up?"
May gave a mock gasp. "Nova!"
He didn't back off—if anything, his grin widened. "What? I'm just appreciating the menu."
May just shook her head. "You're terrible."
He leaned closer again, voice thick with heat. "And you love it. Admit it. You like knowing you'll be bending over the oven, and I'll be right behind you, trying to decide what smells better—your cinnamon rolls or you."
May's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "If you keep talking like that, the café's going to need a private break room with a lock."
Nova laughed low in his throat. "Already planned. Far back corner, out of sight, soundproofed walls. Just in case the chef gets a little... overwhelmed and needs a break."
She raised an eyebrow, biting back a grin. "You're insane."
"And you're irresistible," he whispered.
They locked eyes, tension sparking once more—but beneath the heat was something else, something steady.
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Location: Harry Osborn's Mansion – Late Morning
The living room was bathed in warm sunlight, with Peter, Ned, and Harry lounging on one of the massive couches, mid-discussion over breakfast leftovers.
The front door creaked open, and Nova strolled in like he hadn't just disappeared off the radar for a full night.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Peter said without looking up. "The man, the myth, the Houdini."
Nova grinned, tossing his keys on the side table. "Morning to you too, sunshine."
Harry raised a brow. "You vanish for an entire night, miss the Oscorp tour, the hangout, the post-hangout gaming session—and just casually walk in like nothing happened?"
"I texted," Nova said, dropping onto the couch next to Peter.
"One emoji doesn't count as a full explanation," Ned chimed in. "Especially not the devil face. That just made it worse."
Peter looked up and said," So where were you last night? Met someone? Because you only ghost us when you are meeting a girl or someone. So who was it?"
Nova shrugged, reaching for a slice of cold pizza. " Well does it matter?"
Nova said that but internally he had a really strange feeling of guilt. But he quickly shook of that guilt.
While Nova was thinking, he didn't see Harry and Ned share a look. They signalled Peter who at first shook his head but after a while he nodded.
So just as Nova was going to speak something to change the topic but suddenly in unison, they pounced.
"Hold up—what's that?" Ned yanked at Nova's collar. Peter pulled up his sleeve. Harry was already circling behind him.
"Guys—what the hell—?"
But it was too late.
Visible under his shirt were bruises, scratches, deep fingernail lines, and unmistakably dark hickeys along his shoulders and neck. Fresh. Angry. Intense.
Silence.
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