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"Mmkay," I mumble, and a soft laugh, full of affection, echoes through the air.
"Good girl," Luca whispers, and he lays me down on the bed, climbing in behind me. The sheets rasp, they're so smooth against my skin, it feels like I'm tumbling into the early shadows of sleep. His hand skates up my bare hip, and I shiver until his warm form presses against me from behind. His body curves to meet mine, pulling me against him. His cock, rock-hard, is pressed into the small of my back and my eyes slide open.
He must want something. Me, sex, something. He's the one who stopped me from leaving the club, he's the one who brought me back to his place, the one who's kept me tied up and under him since.
I should be scared, and part of me is, but the rest is too exhausted to care. Instead I part my thighs, arching my back, shifting back against him, until his breath catches and he groans low in his chest.
"You don't know what you're asking for," he murmurs, the heat in his voice waking me up, bringing me from that half-way place of almost-sleep. My wrists, still slightly sore from where he bound me and made me tug against the footboard of his bed, beg to differ.
I know exactly what I'm asking for. And I can't let a few good orgasms, and this mysteriously sweet dangerous man lull me into complacency. I need him in me for more than one reason.
I'm a spy, and I have a job to do.
"Fuck me," I whisper, and his fingers wrap around my hip, the pressure bruising and possessive, and he shifts, the thick, hot length of him sliding between my thighs. He nudges against my entrance, and a gasp escapes my lips. "Please, Luca, please," I beg, and a groan leaves him.
"Good girl," he whispers, and his cock thrusts inside me, deep and hard. I gasp, my head thrown back, and his teeth sink into the side of my throat, and his fingers press into my hip, holding me still.
"Fuck," I breathe, and his hand wraps around my thigh, lifting my leg, hooking it over his hip.
"That's it," he murmurs, "let me in," he continues, and the words feel like a command, one that I can't disobey.
"Yes, sir," I whisper, and he laughs, low and dark, the sound sending a jolt straight to my core.
"I knew you were a good girl," he growls, and I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, his hand stroking down my chest, his fingers closing over my nipple, pinching the stiff peak. "I can't wait to hear you beg me to let you come."
His cock slides out of me, and I whimper, feeling the emptiness, the ache in my cunt for him. He's so thick and long, and so fucking good, I can't believe I'm letting him do this to me.
"What's the matter?" he asks, his mouth pressed to my ear, the hot, hard press of his cock sliding against my pussy. "Did you want more? Do you want me to fill you up, make you mine?"
"Please, please," I whimper, and the hand around my hip slides up, his thumb finding the bud of my clit, pressing down, making me arch up and away from the overwhelming sensation. "Please, please," I cry out, and the head of his cock slides inside me, filling me.
"You want me to fuck you? Fill your pretty little pussy with my come?" he whispers, and I moan, a low sound in the back of my throat, a yes.
"Good," he breathes, and he pushes deep inside me, filling me, stretching me, making me arch, the sensation of him so big and overwhelming, it's like I'm being split apart.
"Fuck," I cry out, and his fingers dig into my thigh, keeping me in place.
"That's right, just let me in, baby," he murmurs, and the soft endearment, the sweetness of the word, it makes me melt, and a low moan leaves me.
"Fuck, fuck, please," I whisper, and he pulls out, the tip of his cock just inside my entrance, and his fingers stroke my clit.
"Please, what, little spy?" My eyes open wide at the use of the nickname, because it feels like it's tarnishing this moment between us, but I can't protest.
He's right. I'm all wrong. I'm a snake in his bed. My pussy clenches down on nothing, and he laughs, breathless and aroused, before thrusting back into me, bottoming out in me.
"F-fuck," I gasp, and his teeth scrape against my neck, and he thrusts in and out, a steady, relentless pace that has my toes curling.
"Do you like being mine, Ash?" he asks, his thumb on my clit, the slide of him inside me, so fucking good. "Do you like being owned, being fucked?"
"Yes, yes, yes," I whimper, and the hand on my hip reaches up, wrapping around my neck, pulling me back against him.
"Beg me, beg me to fuck you, beg me to make you come," he whispers, and my eyes squeeze shut, the pleasure rising and building inside of me, making me feel like I'm about to burst, or shatter, or maybe just disappear.
"Luca, pl—" I want to say please, oh, god, fuck me, fill me up, let me come, but I can't. I'm wordless, pure light in his hands, the tension in me spinning tighter and tighter, and then there's no warning, nothing to hold me back. I cry out, my thighs shaking, the hand on my throat tightening, and the other pressing against my clit, and his mouth is on my shoulder, biting down, the pleasure and the pain making me arch.
Luca groans, and he pushes into me, as deep as he can, and a hot rush fills me, a distant realization that there's nothing between us, he's deep in me, and there is absolutely no going back now.
CHAPTER 11
