Page 71 of The Vengeance You Crave

I'll let him do his worst, take what I so desperately need and then I can take back control.

"So wet," he growls in my ear as he hooks his finger into my soaked panties and tugs them aside. His words only make the situation worse as my hips roll, searching out some friction. "I love how impatient you are for my cock."

"Luca," I pant when the head of his dick presses against my entrance.

My legs tighten around his waist in an attempt to force him inside but before he does that, he pulls his face from my neck and stares me deep in the eyes.

For the first time since bumping into him, I feel like I'm really looking at him. The boy I knew, the man he's really grown into. Not the one full of anger and hate that he's shown me so far.

This side of him. It's vulnerable, lost, confused.

I equally hate it as much as I love it.

"Peyton, I—"

I press my fingers against his lips, cutting off what he wants to say.

Whatever it is, I already know that I'm not in any position to hear it.

Forgetting what I thought only seconds ago, I realize that if we're going to do this right now then I need to take the upper hand. I need to be the one in control or I'm not going to survive what comes next.

This needs to be on my terms.

"Give me what I need, Luc."

"Fuck," he barks, thrusting forward and filling me to the hilt in one move.

"Oh shit," I gasp, my muscles clamping around him as my nails dig into his shoulders.

My lips part to demand he fucks me but before I manage to find the words, he starts moving.

His lips find mine once more. His kisses are brutal, almost as brutal as his thrusts hit the spot deep inside me every single time.

In only minutes, I'm racing toward the release I didn't get to ride out over the weekend.

I panic right before I crash that I read this all wrong and that he's going to drop me at any minute. But that's not what happens.

Instead, he drags his lips from mine, and whispers, "Come for me, baby," in my ear.

The low growl of his voice is the final push I need, and I fall over the edge of one very tall cliff, screaming his name as I tumble into the abyss.

"Lucaaaaa. Oh God, oh shit," I chant as wave after wave of intense pleasure races through me.

My head falls against the wall and he pulls my hips out and thrusts into me a couple more times, sending aftershocks through my body before he throws his own head back and roars his own release.

For a second, I wonder if I should have forced him to back up and ruined it for him the same way he did for me time and time again over the weekend, but I quickly decide that I'm not that petty, and also, he looks insanely fucking hot when he comes and I couldn't bring myself to miss it.

Now though… now that it's over and it's time to make a stand.

When his eyes find mine, the vulnerability from before is still there but he looks a little more settled as if he needed that as much as I did.

The expression soon changes though when I open my mouth.

"Thanks, I needed that," I say coldly, unwrapping my legs from him and giving him no choice but to lower my feet to the floor.

"Peyton?" he growls as I right my clothing and smooth my hair down.

"You can leave now. I need to get back to work." I keep my back to him as I say the words, knowing that the look on his face as he hears them will gut me.