Page 17 of The Destruction You Desire

My bottom lip trembles as I try to keep everything inside. I don't want to appear weak in front of him but everything is just too much to deal with right now.

"Don't even think about it, Peyton. I don't want your fucking crocodile tears."

"This isn't my fault, Luca. If you believed—"

"No. Don't you dare put this on me. I wasn't the one hiding a child, a brother, from me all these years. What did you think would happen, P? That I'd never find out?"

"N-no, of course not. I wanted to tell you but you—"

"Enough. I don't want to hear any more of your bullshit. You're going to do what I say, and then you're going to leave. You're going to walk out of my room and out of my house looking like the filthy slut that you are."

"No, Luc. Please."

His fingers slip between my legs once more dipping inside and as much as I want to feel nothing at his touch, it's not the reality because his fingers burn me from the inside out as he slides them inside me.

"So fucking wet, P. You're desperate for my cock again, aren't you?"

I bite down on the inside of my cheeks to stop me from responding because I'm not sure what words will come out if I do.

Part of me wants him to go fuck himself. But the other part, the dark and twisted side of me that Luca seems to have found in the last few weeks, wants everything he's threatening me with.

I want… The punishment. The pain. The torture.

His fingers dive deeper making my hips lift from the bed.

"Fuck yeah. Tell me what you want, P," he demands.

A growl rumbles up his throat when I shake my head in refusal.

His fingers slip around my throat holding me in warning.

"Tell me what you want, P," he grits out as if he's right on the edge of his control. "I want to hear you beg for it."

"I-I want you," I whisper, my hips lifting once more, my body fully on board with what he's offering me while my head is having a harder time at joining the party.

"You want my what, baby?"

I suck in a breath, my defiance almost getting the better of me. But I know what will happen if I stand my ground. He won't give me what I need and not only will I leave here full of regrets, but I'll be frustrated as well.

"I want your cock, Luc," I say with a confidence that I know he'll get off on.

"Fuck yeah, you filthy slut."

"Luc," I scream as he lifts me with one hand and surges inside me without warning.

His intrusion burns as he stretches me wide open and bottoming out in one move.

He doesn't give me any time to get used to him, he pulls out of me almost immediately before he begins fucking me like a man possessed. The bed bangs against the wall as our bodies become slick from the exertion.

My head spins with my lingering hangover mixed with the heady desire only Luca manages to drag up inside me.

"Oh God," I cry as his fingers tighten in my hair and he shifts behind me and pulls me to my knees with only my hair, his length never once slipping from inside me.

"You shouldn't feel this good, baby. It almost makes me not want to do all the things to you that I've imagined for five long years."

His fingers tighten around my throat as he pins my ass back against him with his tight grip forcing my back to bend painfully as he continues to thrust inside me.

"Do them," I growl. "Punish me. Hurt me. Do whatever you want."