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There’s a real flash of panic in her eyes, and I want to chase it away, soothe it down, because there’s no way I’m going to let her go. Even if it means killing her lover, which, in the back of my mind, I know that’s not going to happen.
"Then fuck me, or kill me, but do something, I’m tired of talking," she snarls, and my hand closes around her throat, gripping her neck, my thumb stroking her cheek.
"You have a filthy fucking mouth, don’t you, little spy? You’ll talk yourself right into trouble, and now you can’t find your way out of it again."
A shadow passes behind her eyes, and she gasps for air, as I hold her to the bed. My free hand strokes down her chest, the thin straps of her dress no armor against my twisting them to snapping.
"Please," she whimpers, and a groan leaves my lips. "Fuck me, hurt me, but just fucking touch me, please," she begs, and it’s like music to my ears.
"Oh, you can beg," I whisper, and my hand cups her breast, her nipple stiff against the pad of my thumb. "So you can learn, can’t you? Needy little thing."
"Yes, I can, please, touch me," she says, her voice breaking as I stroke my fingers over the sensitive bud of her nipple.
"I’ll touch you, I promise, until you’re begging me not to," I say, leaning forward, and taking the stiff peak into my mouth. Her back arches, and her hips grind down against my thigh. "You’ll come so hard you won’t remember your own name, little spy," I murmur, and then my mouth is back on her, sucking on her, pulling the peak with my teeth.
"Please, please, oh, god, please," she’s begging, and it’s so fucking sweet. "Luca, Luca, please?—"
"Say my name, again," I whisper, and I look up at her, and she stares down at me, her cheeks pink, and her lips swollen from where she’s bitten them.
"Luca, Luca, Luca, please, please," she chants, and a smile pulls at the corner of my lips. I release her throat, and her hand flies up to her neck, rubbing where I’ve held her, the fingerprints already purpling on her pale skin. It’s beautiful, a collar I’ve marked on her, showing the whole world that she’s mine. If I ever let her set foot outside, everyone will know who she belongs to.
"What a good girl you are, aren’t you? So sweet, so eager," I murmur, and she squirms under me, her eyes going dark, the color draining from her face. Her eyes flutter shut, as I twist one of her nipples, a cry of pain edged with pleasure escaping her.
"Are you a good girl, Ashley? Or are you a filthy slut, who needs to be fucked and filled, until she can’t walk anymore?"
"Good girl," she says, her breath hitching in the back of her throat. "I promise?—"
"Liar," I breathe out, pinching her nipple as she arches up, trying to ease the pressure, but also trying to chase the feeling of it. She wants more of it.
"I’m not lying, I’m not," she protests, her eyes opening. They’re so bright, so pale, such a contrast to her dark hair and pink lips, and the flush in her cheeks.
"You know what I thought, first time I saw you on my stage?" I ask, and her lips part, but no sound escapes.
"I thought," I say, sliding my hand down her body, pushing her dress up, over her thighs, her hips, her waist, and she wriggles out of it, letting me strip her bare, her breasts rising and falling as she pants, waiting for me to touch her. "That you were a virgin, and a slut, a pretty little toy that was just asking to be played with."
"No," she breathes, shaking her head, and my fingers slip under the fabric of her panties, the ones that are soaked through with her arousal. I can feel it, sticky and wet, and my cock aches with the need to have her, right here and now.
"You can’t lie to me," I say, and my fingers slip down, parting her folds. She cries out, a soft sound, a mewl of want and need and desperation. "You were made for this, weren’t you, Ash?" I say, and she gasps, her mouth falling open. "Made for sex, for my bed, for me."
"Please," she whispers, and I can’t wait anymore. My hand slides away, and hers comes to her pussy, her fingers slipping between her legs.
"Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself," I snarl, and she whimpers, her other hand lifting to cover her mouth, and she squeezes her thighs together, and it’s such a delicious sight, the need written on her face, her fingers pressed against her pussy, her thighs trembling with the effort. "Open," I snap, and she obeys, her thighs parting for me. "Don’t fucking touch, not unless I say so, understood?"
"Y-yes," she murmurs, and then I’m stripping off my clothes, pulling at them, throwing my tie to the side, and undoing the buttons of my shirt. She trembles on the bed, her hands wrapped around her thighs, like she isn’t sure what else to do with them, keeping them busy so she doesn’t touch herself.
My cock is throbbing, and the first touch of my hand, as I wrap my fingers around the thick, hot length of it, nearly makes me groan. I’ve been waiting so long to fuck her, to spread her wide, and the ache inside of me is like a monster. I reach down and grab her hands, pulling on them, dragging her down the bed until her feet hit the floor, her knees bent, thighs open for me, and between them, her cunt is ready for me to bury my face into it, or tuck two fingers up inside of it, fuck her with them until she’s hoarse.
But that’s not how I want to take her right now. I want her to know who she belongs to, who owns her.
"Get on your knees," I demand, and she drops, kneeling on the hardwood floor, her arms lifted. I can see the tremble in her fingers, and a dark thrill shoots through me.
I am going to give her a night she never, ever, fucking forgets. By the time I’m done, she won’t be able to think of herself as anything other than mine.
CHAPTER 10
ash
Kneeling on the floor, my thighs spread, my body aching, and my mind is spinning, trying to grasp the fact that Luca is naked in behind me. He moved around me, watching me as he undressed, his body all muscle and sinew and power, a strength to him that is like nothing I've seen. Not even the Viper has anything on Luca Greco.
