Page 99 of Madness & Mercy

“That’s it,piccolino. Show me how wrecked you can get.”

He pulls almost all the way out, just to slam back in again. I cry out, the sound strangled and wet against the gag, my whole body jerking beneath him.

“Look at you,” he groans, watching every twitch, every tremble. “Fighting so hard to stay in control. You don’t have to, not with me. Iwantto see you come undone.”

My chest heaves as he rocks into me again and again, dragging every raw, filthy, guttural sound out of my throat. It’s too much. It’s not enough. He’severywhere—his scent, his heat, the brutal way he owns every inch of me like it’s owed to him.

And maybe it is.

Maybe it always has been.

He reaches between us, his hand wrapping around my cock with maddening slowness.

“You’redripping,”he hisses in my ear. “So desperate. Say you want it. Say it, and I’ll let you fall apart.”

I shake my head, stubborn to the end. But then he thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that has me gasping, writhing, cursing into the gag like a man possessed.

He grins against my neck.

“Say it.”

I whimper.

“Say it,Julian.”

My name on his lips feels like a curse. Like a prayer.

I spit the gag out with a groan and snarl, “I want it. I wantyou.Please, Nico. Please.”

His eyes darken.

And then he gives me exactly what I begged for.

He clamps a hand over my mouth and drives into me like he owns my goddamn soul. I clutch at his arms, nails digging into muscle like he’s the only thing tethering me to this world. I don’t care how filthy this is. I don’t care that it’s happening on a goddamn dining table. I just need him—every ruthless inch.

Then he flips me over in one cruel motion. My cheek slams against the cool wood, my body stretched out, face down, ass up. I barely register the gag sliding back between my lips before he’s gripping me again, hard enough to bruise. My pulse is thundering. My body’s burning. And his hand finds me again, stroking just slow enough to drive me out of my mind.

I buck against him before I even realize I’m moving. Like instinct. Likeaddiction.

And I’m not just letting this happen. I want it. I wanthim.

“You wanna come for me,cagniolo?” he growls.

I nod, desperate, half-feral. He pauses.

Then stills.

Hestills,thebastard.

He pulls the gag from my mouth and leans in close, lips grazing the shell of my ear.

“Beg.”

That single word scrapes down my spine like a blade. I want to bite back, but I’m too far gone.

“Please,” I pant, shame be damned.“Pleaselet me come.”

He hums, pleased.