Page 30 of Entwined Lies (Entwined #1)

Isabelle

Luca moved like he’d been holding back just for this. One moment I was looking up at him, the next my cheek hit the sheets, the world tilting sideways. His hands were everywhere—gripping, dragging, setting me where he wanted me. Face down. Ass up.

His palm dug into my lower back, the other sliding slow over the curve of my ass—until his fingers found my pussy, and I whimpered against the sheets.

“You told me to take it as far as I want, but you know I’ll stop the second you ask. So don’t start second-guessing.”

Oh, God. I wasn’t second-guessing. Not until he said that. Now I’m second, third, hell, maybe fifth-guessing.

He dragged his fingers through the mess he’d made of me, slow enough to be cruel.

My hips snapped up when he pushed in, a choked, desperate moan breaking free before I could stop it.

“That’s it. Be a good girl. Don’t hold back.”

I whimpered, my hands twisting into the sheets as his fingers kept a steady rhythm. I was so far gone—so wrapped up in the heat rolling through me—that I didn’t even feel his other hand slip away…

Not until the sharp, punishing crack of his palm hitting my ass jolted me forward with a surprised cry.

“Luca!” I half-shouted, twisting to glance back at him. But his hand gripped my hip and pulled me back into place .

“Stay still. You’re gonna take it. Unless you want me to stop.”

Oh, fuck. He’s not playing.

“Okay, but, um—” My words tangled as I tried to rally. “Shouldn’t there be… like, a system? Some kind of warnings? Or, I don’t know, a heads-up?”

“You need a system?” His tone was laced with mockery and a trace of amusement. “The system is simple. Say stop, and I stop. But until then?”

His laugh was low and wicked, his fingers sliding out of me before trailing lower.

The first slow circle over my clit sent a moan spilling from my lips, loud and unrestrained.

“Until your reactions tell me otherwise, I’m going to keep taking exactly what I want.”

Another smack landed, sending a jolt through me.

I gasped, my fingers curling tight into the sheets.

What the hell?

My thighs shook, my breath caught, body stuck between the slap and the way my stomach pulled tight with want.

“Luca,” I started—

But when his fingers sank back inside me, my words collapsed into a broken, aching moan.

“That’s what I thought. You don’t actually want me to stop, do you?”

My brain short-circuited, my body surrendering completely as his fingers moved faster. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me.

The last thing I wanted was for him to stop.

God, I knew how wrong that was. But I didn’t care. I wanted more. I needed more.

“Say it. Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”

“I don’t.” My voice was shaky and small, barely a whisper .

Heat rushed to my face.

Jesus, I sounded pathetic.

“Good girl. Now stop overthinking and let me have my fun.”

He shifted and thrust into me in one smooth, deep stroke.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” I cried out, my thighs trembling as he filled me.

He leaned over, dragging his teeth across my shoulder.

“What is it, Siren? You’ve got something to say?”

I shook my head, biting my lip hard enough to sting.

“Good,” he muttered. “Because I’m done listening.”

Before I could react, his hand landed—hard, fast—lighting my skin on fire. I gasped, a moan tearing free without warning.

He pulled out slowly—painfully slowly—and thrust back in with a force that knocked the air out of me. Again. And again. Harder each time, until I was whimpering and arching, my body chasing every thrust without thinking.

Another slap cracked across my skin, sharper, hungrier, and my legs buckled under the steady, brutal rhythm of him.

The bed creaked beneath us, my cries rising louder, the tension unraveling into helpless, trembling shudders.

“Don’t you fucking dare to come yet,” he spanked me one last time and pulled out, leaving me gasping and clutching on nothing.

Luca gripped my waist and turned me to face him. His lips slammed into mine, all heat and frustration, before the kiss softened.One second, it was all teeth and need; the next, it was slow and deep, his tongue coaxing mine like he had all the time in the world to break me open.

My hands moved without thinking, sliding down and wrapping around the hard length of him.

He cursed, thrusting into my hand, his hand shooting up to my throat as if he couldn’t stop himself .

“Feel how soaked I am? You made this mess. Clean it up like a good girl.”

I dropped to my knees before I even thought about it. The carpet was rough against my skin, but I barely felt it. And when I looked up at him… the way he stared down at me, like I was precious and completely his. As if I were the only thing in the world.

I gave him a slow, deliberate stroke.

His whole body jerked. A ragged breath tore out of him, his abs flexing hard.

I leaned in, the tip of my tongue dragging a lazy, filthy line from the base of his cock all the way up—and the sound he made when I reached the top damn near wrecked me. My lips wrapped tightly around him, tongue pressed firmly, hand stroking in rhythm with each bob of my head.

His fingers slid into my hair. His other hand slammed against the dresser behind him, hard enough to rattle it. He was completely lost in it, his breath shaky, his groans raw—each sound sinking into me, making me ache for more.

Without thinking, my hand drifted between my thighs, the need curling tighter with every desperate glide of my mouth over him.

Luca’s hand curled in my hair, pulling my head back until all I could do was look up at him.

A wicked smirk spread across his face as his hips pressed forward. “You love this, don’t you? Getting off on being my little fucktoy. Dripping all over yourself while you suck my cock like a filthy little slut.”

I pulled back with a gasp.

Sitting back on my heels, I raised my hand from between my thighs, sucking my fingers into my mouth before dragging them free with a wet pop.

“You have no fucking idea how much. ”

The teasing edge in my voice hit its mark. His chest rose hard and sharp. Jaw locked. Eyes tracking me like prey. With a wicked grin, he leaned forward, pulled my hand to his mouth, and gave a slow lick to my fingers.

“Siren, you’ve got three seconds to wrap those lips around my cock. Or I’ll stop playing nice and show you exactly what I do when I lose my fucking mind.”

“Three seconds, huh? Didn’t realize you were on a timer.”

The growl that followed sent heat straight to my core. One hand buried in my hair again, the other lifted my chin until I couldn’t look anywhere but up at him.

“Open.”

He pushed forward, and when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, my hands flew to his thighs. He paused, just for a beat, watching me fighting it, taking it.

“That’s it,” he snarled, fucking into my mouth like he couldn’t stop now if he tried. “You wanted me like this? Wanted to see what happens when I snap?”

His cock pushed deep, too deep. I gagged around him, throat squeezing tight as my eyes burned and blurred. I tried to pull back, but his fist in my hair kept me steady.

“No, you fucking don’t,” he rasped, his tone darker now. “Let me feel that throat tighten again.”

My nails bit into his thighs. I gagged around him again, and my whole body jolted.

He kept me still for a couple of heartbeats, then his grip loosened and he pulled back.

I gasped, mouth falling open, tears clinging to my lashes.

He hauled me up and cupped my face. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. Hot, hard, punishing. Tongue pushing deep, lips bruising, like he was still inside me somehow and needed to stay .

I moaned into it, helpless. Raw. Gone.

And just like that, it broke—quiet and sudden. He rested his forehead against mine, his breath shaky, his thumb brushing a tear that hadn’t fallen yet.

“You okay?”

“More than okay,” I whispered, still breathless.

He gave a satisfied chuckle. “Good. Because you’re not getting off that easy.”

His fingers found my clit. No warning, just hot, steady circles that made my hips jerk.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he said with a dark laugh.

“Please,” I whimpered, hips chasing his hand, my voice breaking apart.

“Not yet. Not until I give you exactly what you asked for.”

His hand slid away, then gripped my waist tightly and pulled me to the bed, pressing me down until I was on my back.

I let my head fall back over the edge of the mattress, spine arching, breath catching at how open he left me. How vulnerable. And yet all I could see—all I cared about—was him.

Luca towered over me, his shoulders rigid, his eyes so dark they looked endless. He stared down at me like I were something he’d crossed deserts for. Like he might tear the world apart just to keep me.

And fuck, that did something to me.

“You look so fucking hot like this. Towering over me. Taking what you want.”

His jaw ticked, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. “Yeah? And you’re gonna take it like a good girl?”

A shiver ran through me. I would. I wanted to.

Luca didn’t wait for a yes. He slid in slowly, easing himself past my lips. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me steady .

My throat tightened as he pushed deeper.

Too far. Not enough.

My world had gone quiet except for him, the weight of him in my mouth, the soft burn of tears at the corner of my eyes, and the sharp, helpless need curling low in my belly.

This overwhelming, dizzying submission.

I never would’ve imagined that this would undo me so easily. That giving up control wouldn’t make me feel weak, but wanted.

Desired.

Completely owned.

The thought hit me like a spark, and another rush of heat flooded my veins. My thighs pressed together, my body chasing the feeling faster than my mind could catch up.

I should’ve been embarrassed. Should’ve cared how desperate it made me. But I didn’t. I loved it.

Because nothing had ever felt better than giving in to him.

My hand slid between my legs, my fingers circling my clit in rhythm with his thrusts, my muscles winding tighter with every stroke of his hips.