Page 76 of Bitter When He Begs

Fuck.

“I’ve wanted this for months,” he growls, teeth sinking into my neck. “I’ve been good, I’ve stayed away, and I’ve done everything right, but do you think I can forget the sounds you make when you come?”

He pauses, pulling his fingers out just enough to slap the inside of my thigh hard. “Fuck being good.”

And then he’s back, those thick fingers fucking me open again—deeper, faster. I moan, loud and needy, and when he slips in a third finger, I cry out. My back arches off the bed and my hole clenches on his fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, his mouth hot against my neck. “That’s the sound I wanna hear.”

I sound like a slut in heat and I don’t give a fuck right now, not when Luca kisses down my stomach. His tongue flicks out, tasting the desperation on my skin and the mess he’s making of me.

“Still not begging, huh?” he mutters as he pulls his fingers out slowly. I clench around nothing, my body aching from the loss. I try to grind down to chase it, but he moves back, denying me even that.

“Fuck you, Luca,” I snap, but it sounds more like a gasp. “Don’t… don’t stop—”

“Oh, I’m gonna stop,” he says, grinning down at me with all the self-satisfaction of a bastard who’s winning. “Give me what I need, Sunshine.”

I groan. “I’m not going—”

“You are,” he growls, one hand wrapping around my thigh to push it wider. “You’re going to beg for me and it’s going to sound so fucking good coming out of that smart mouth of yours.”

I close my eyes, my heart beating out of rhythm. Every word is a knife, a stroke, a hook in my ribs.

“You begged for more before. You said please. You sounded so fucking pretty when you did. What happened, baby? You only beg when you’re shaking? When I’ve got you drooling on yourself?”

His voice gets lower, more intimate. More dangerous in that sweet, condescending way that makes me want to shove him off me and pull him closer in the same fucking breath.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, nuzzling into my neck like he’s worshipping me. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you open. How badly you want my cock in you.”

He rocks his hips just right, cock dragging maddeningly over my skin, and I whimper.

“Don’t you want it?” he whispers. “Don’t you want me?”

This manipulative fucker.

His voice cracks, just a little, and that’s what undoes me. Not the words. Not the mouth or the teasing or the grinding of his cock just out of reach. It’s that—the sound of someone falling apart for me.

I can’t take it anymore.

“Please,”I breathe. Quiet. Broken. “I need you, Luca.”

He freezes, then smiles—that devastating, fucking victorious smile. “There you are,” he breathes, kissing the corner of my mouth. “There’s my good boy.”

My fingers curl in his hair like I need him to fucking end this. “Please, Luca,” I moan. “Please don’t stop. I want it. I wantyou. I want—” My voice cracks. “I want to be good for you.”

His groan is immediate—fucked out and deep, like the words punched something right out of his chest. His mouth is on mine before I can say another thing, kissing me so hard it steals every breath I have left.

It’s not sweet or careful. It’s filthy and possessive; like he’s been waiting months to hear that crack in my voice, that surrender, and now he’s going to make me regret ever giving it up.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes against my mouth, his voice ragged, shaking, almost tender. “I’m gonna ruin you so fucking good.”

I barely have time to catch my breath before he flips me onto my stomach and shoves a pillow under my hips. The air knocks out of me as my body sinks into the mattress, my cheek pressed to the sheets and my ass on display for him.

“Luca—fuck—please—”

“Yeah?” His voice is controlled but his hands aren’t. They’re trembling as they spread me wider, his thumb pressing against the rim of my hole. “You want me like this, baby? You want me to fuck you open like you’re mine?”

“I am—” I gasp, biting my lip as I hear him tearing open one of the condoms. “I’m yours. I want to be. Ineedto be.”