Page 23 of Bitter When He Begs

“Fucking gorgeous,” I groan. “My messy little mouth. Bet you’d let me fuck it raw and still beg for more, wouldn’t you?”

He moans, muffled and shaking, and his lips seal tighter around my fingers, tongue moving against them as I slowly drag my fingers back out. He gasps, chest heaving and his mouthstays open—red, swollen, wet—while his eyes are still locked on mine like he’s waiting for the next command.

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck then clean just to fuck with him. Just to make sure he knows what this is. The power. The ownership. The way he gave it all to me the second he stepped into my space.

“This is what you wanted the whole time, isn’t it?” I say it quietly but brutal, letting the edge of ownership bleed into every word. “You didn’t come to me for games. You came because you knew I’d ruin you right.”

His lips are wet and trembling. I can see it in the way he looks at me—equal parts ruined and furious. Like he wants to shove me off and crawl into my lap again at the same time.

“Good fucking boy,” I rasp, against his cheek, my breath hot as my other hand slides back down his crotch, spreading more of that mess across his skin. “That’s what I like to see. You don’t even need to speak, I can make you beg with just your eyes.”

He tries to keep that bratty mask on, but I can see it slipping. The cracks are spider-webbing fast across whatever was left of his pride, and I’m not giving him a second to rebuild it.

Because I’m not done.

Not even close.

“You still trying to pretend you’ve got any pride left?” I ask, tilting his chin up again, fingers still sticky with spit. “That’s the problem with you, Sage. You think you’ve still got rules. Boundaries. A line I won’t cross.”

He tries to glare, but I’m already leaning in. “Newsflash,” I whisper against his lips, “I am the fucking line.”

And when his mouth opens, whether to deny me or breathe or curse, I spit into it.

It lands on his tongue, and he fucking freezes. He doesn’t close his mouth or spit it out. He just lies there, trembling beneath me,his tongue glistening, lips stretched open, chest stuttering with every shallow breath.

Then, like a good boy, he fucking swallows and makes a choked sound. The kind that doesn’t belong to the Sage anyone else knows. The kind that belongs to me. The kind that has my cock hard all over again and my brain on fire with the need to leave more of me on him. In him.

“You act like you hate this. Like you’ve got some kind of self-respect left to stand on,” I lean in closer, lips brushing his cheek. “But then I spit in your mouth, and you swallow it without me saying a damn thing. You’re a slut for degradation, Sunshine.”

He doesn’t deny it, because his mouth is still open, and he knows if I told him to open wider, he would.

I don’t realize I’m shaking until I feel my hands tremble against his skin, until I see how tightly I’m gripping him. I don’t know when this stopped being about control. When it stopped being about breaking him down.

Maybe it was never about that.

Maybe it was always aboutthis.

About the way he looks at me now.

… And fuck, maybe I’m the one who’s been begging this whole time.

Sage

Icurluponmy bed, hoodie tight around me, knees pulled to my chest, every nerve still lit up with leftover shame. It burns behind my ribs, sharp enough that I can’t breathe right. Like I’ve been branded from the inside out.

I’ve chewed on fifteen peppermints already, and nothing has taken the edge off. My skin still feels too hot, too sensitive. I can’t stop shaking, but not from fear. From memory.

Every second of it loops behind my eyes like a reel I can’t stop—scene after scene, breath after breath. Luca pulling me onto his lap, his hands firm on my hips, his body radiating heat, his cock pressing up against mine through layers of fabric like it wasn’t enough. His voice—filthy, smug, cruel—curling around my ear as he told me I was his.

He didn’t even have to touch my cock, he just held me there. Grinding against me with slow, controlled movements. Said my name like it was a curse and a promise, coaxed all the fight out of me until my body stopped listening to anything but him.

And then I came right in my fucking sweats. In his lap. Shaking like I’d been torn open.

That would’ve been enough to destroy me. But it wasn’t enough for him. He came on my cock, dragged his fingers through our cum and gagged me with them. Then he made me look him in the eye while I thanked him for it.

“So fucking easy. Came in your sweats from just a little grinding like a desperate little whore.”

And the worst part?