Page 38 of Entwined Lies (Entwined #1)

I cried out, body jolting, hands fisting in his shirt as he started to move, slamming into me over and over as his mouth crushed onto mine.

His hand closed around my throat, and something inside me gave out—my breath hitched, my back arched, and I clenched down on him so hard it made both of us gasp .

His hand on my throat flexed slightly. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded, barely able to think, much less speak.

His hand slid to the back of my neck before pulling back and slamming into me again.

I cried out. Or tried to.

His other hand came up fast, muffling it, fingers pressed hard over my mouth.

“Breathe in for me.”

I obeyed without thinking.

He pushed his hand higher. The side of his palm pressed against my nose, sealing off my air completely.

“That’s it, Siren. No gasping, no thinking—just you taking my cock like a good girl.”

My body stilled for a second. I grabbed his wrist, nails digging into his skin in some weak, half-assed attempt to take control.

But Luca’s grip didn’t budge. If anything, his hold just got tighter.

Jesus Christ, is this how I’m gonna die? Naked, mid-fuck, with a moan as my last word? The thought hit me before I could stop it, my eyes widening as they met his.

“Hold it in. You’re safe. I’m fucking you, not murdering you.”

A shudder rolled through me. The lack of air amplified everything—the way he moved, the way my body clenched down on him, the way my pulse pounded like I’d just run a goddamn marathon.

I should have stopped him. I should have been concerned. But turns out, air is overrated anyway. Because all I could think about was how good it felt to be like this—held, stretched, completely his to take.

Just when I started to give in to it, really surrender, he pulled his hand away.

My lungs seized, my head spun, and the wave of pleasure hit me like a slap. I gasped. Moaned. My body jerked, chest heaving, nerves on fire .

Luca’s eyes stayed locked on mine, but his grip on the back of my neck loosened, and his thrusts slowed, his hips barely moving.

“You good, Siren?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “But I swear, if I die mid-orgasm, my ghost is going to be pissed and will haunt you.”

He chuckled and put his hand over my mouth. “If you’re running that smart mouth, you’re still good to go.”

This time he held it longer.

My lungs tightened slightly, my body tingling.

He kept up the punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting deep. “Feel how hard you’re clenching around me while I take your air? Fucking perfect.”

The air deprivation made it all sharper, every sensation heightened, every drag of his cock inside me unbearable.

He let go before it became too much.

Air rushed in, and the pleasure hit like a truck. I cried out, my whole body shuddering.

I was so close, clenching around him, desperate for release.

Luca groaned, his voice wrecked. “Every time you squeeze, I get closer to fucking losing it.”

My mouth opened—one word, maybe a moan—but he was already there, covering it with his palm. I whimpered against his hand, my muscles locking up, my whole body burning with pleasure and the tightening ache in my lungs.

Luca didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. If anything, he slammed into me harder, rougher.

“Look at you. Such a good little slut for me. So fucking perfect. Completely fucking mine.”

The lack of air, the filthy words, and the way he looked at me—like he was competently gone—had me spiraling. Every second dragged, every deep thrust forcing me closer to the edge .

I couldn’t breathe. I could only feel—his cock driving into me, the rough grip on my body, the way he held me like he never wanted to let go.

I was right there—shaking, desperate, my entire body screaming for release.

“Good fucking girl. Now come for me.”

He pulled his hand away just as I shattered.

The rush of oxygen slammed into me like a drug. I went completely still for a moment, the pleasure so overwhelming I couldn’t even move—then the aftershocks hit, wracking through me in waves.

His hand stayed on the back of my neck, the other gripping my hips, his teeth grazing my shoulder, sinking in just enough to make me feel it—just enough to make me shudder.

I moaned, clenching around him again, and that was it.

His grip tightened, his hips snapping hard one last time as he buried himself deep, a wrecked groan tearing from his throat as he came.

And then, so quiet I almost missed it—

“Fuck… I love you.”

The words hit like a punch.

Luca stilled, his body going rigid. He didn’t even breathe.

Then he pulled back slightly, and his eyes met mine. For the briefest second, something flickered across his face—hesitation, vulnerability, something raw and unguarded. Or maybe I imagined it. Because just as quickly, his expression shut down.

He let out a low chuckle.

“Relax, Siren… I meant I love fucking you.” His voice was smooth, too smooth—effortless control snapping right back into place.

I forced a laugh, ignoring the stupid ache in my chest.

“Right. Of course. Good to know. ”

My voice wavered. I knew he heard it. But Luca didn’t react, didn’t even acknowledge it. He simply scooped me up like it was routine—like this was just another moment in a long line of ones he controlled—and held me to his chest without a word.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting it go. Letting it be exactly what he wanted it to be—nothing.

Because that’s all it was. A slip. A thoughtless, meaningless slip. Luca didn’t do love confessions. Not on purpose. Not by accident. Not ever. If he had, he wouldn’t have erased it the second it slipped out.

So it didn’t mean anything.

Nothing to overthink.

Nothing to hold onto.

I just wished it didn’t fucking sting.