Page 85 of The One-Night Heist

“Mark me up, Moneybags…” I rasped, dropping my head back so he couldn’t see my panic. “Just make sure we can hide it beneath my clothes.”

Keep me as your dirty little secret.

“No,” he replied with a snap of his hips before lowering his head and sucking on my Adam’s apple. “No more hiding,” he continued, moving on to the side of my neck—kissing a trail until he reached that spot behind my ear, determined to ruin me. “I don’t want to hide who I am from anyone anymore… especially not from you.”

I was thankful Giano’s attention was on the massive hickey he was now leaving on my neck—above where my collar would be, oh well—because it meant he wouldn’t notice the way my goddamn eyeballs were leaking worse than my dick.

I’ll just claim to be allergic to sex potion cologne.

There was no good reason to be getting so emotional, except the thought of how he’d been forced to hide parts of himself—parts I’d always displayed loudly and proudly without fear—had my chest getting weirdly tight.

“I don’t want you to hide who you are either,” I murmured, hooking my legs over his flexing thighs and draping my arms over his shoulders so I could annoyingly tug on his thick hair.

Not so I could hold him closer.

Not that at all…

The understanding that Giano had shown me exactly who he was from the start hit me the same instant I realized the slow, steady rhythm he seemed determined to stick with was edging me more than his tongue had been.

It’s like he’s making lo⁠—

“Harder and faster, Luxford,” I muttered, sliding my hands down to his ass to urge him onward. “That’s how you should be fucking me.”

I can’t handle anything else right now.

“No,” he repeated, grabbing my arms and pinning them to the mattress above my head. “I’m the one in charge tonight, and I want to fuck you exactly like this.”

“But…” I weakly protested, horrified to learn Dom Giano was definitely going to coax an orgasm out of me through… lovemaking.

Oh no…

As if he could read my thoughts, an evil smirk spread over his face, hovering only inches above mine.

I have nowhere to hide.

“That’s right. You’re going to come on my cock just like this,” he purred, mesmerizing me with those honey-brown eyes of his as he rolled his hips, slow and deep and so fucking good. “And I want you to be looking at me when you do.”

Oh, fuck.

“I don’t think I can,” I whispered, even as every drag of his perfect dick brought me closer and closer to the edge.

“You have a safeword if you need it,” he replied, running his lips along my jawline. “But I don’t think you’ll use it.”

I won’t.

“Giano…” I whined, still pretending to protest while his big dick methodically rearranged my guts.

Please…

“I know you want to come for me.” He continued everything he was doing, mercilessly, as pressure built at the base of my spine. “Don’t you want to give me what’s mine?”

Yours.

“Yes!” I choked out, limbs shaking and balls drawing up tight. “Fuck. I’m… Fuuuck…”

“C’mon, baby,” Giano crooned, staring deep into my eyes—into my fucking soul. “Trust me.”

For some terrible reason, that’s what booted me off the cliff. I arched upwards, but obediently kept my gaze locked with his as I moaned and whimpered pathetically, exploding all over both of us like the good little slut I was.