Page 126 of Savage Ambition

My possessive instinct had been reckless, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret the claim. That small imperfection proved to him that somebody recognized Dante outside of Dragon’s scales.

I reached for the lube on the nightstand, coating my fingers. Without warning, I pressed one finger against his entrance, circling without penetrating. “How badly do you want this?”

“Are you going to make me beg for it?”

“I’m considering it.” I pushed my fingers into him. His body resisted before yielding. “Would you like that?”

“I’d definitely like more of that.” He paused before tacking on, “Please.”

“Would you?” I spread my fingers as a test.

Dante arched off the bed with a choked gasp.

“Look at how responsive you are,” I praised. “Your body knows what it needs, even if your pride won’t let you admit it.”

I worked him open, scissoring my fingers to prepare him for my cock. He didn’t need it, but I intended to build his pleasure while denying him enough stimulation to come.

“Please,” he gasped, desperation cracking his facade. “I need more.”

“More what?” I twisted my fingers inside him, spreading them wide.

He played the game to perfection. “I need your cock inside me. Now. Please.”

I withdrew my fingers, enjoying his whimper at the loss. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Performing for our voyeur, I put on a show of slowly rolling on a condom. “Beg for it,” I commanded, settling between Dante’s legs.

He bit his lip to feign reluctance. “Please, Lorenzo. I need you inside me.”

“You can do better than that.” I breached him with just the head of my cock. “I want to hear how desperately you need this.”

The partial entry tortured us both as he tried and failed to draw me deeper.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice fracturing. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t remember anything but your name. Please, Lorenzo, I’m begging you.”

The act was flawless. Barlinger would be thrilled. I rewarded Dante by burying myself to the hilt.

His heat gripped my cock in a vise that threatened to shred my control.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

I set a hard and fast pace, not bothering with the build up after so much teasing. “You take me so beautifully,” I told him, angling my hips to strike deeper. “Like you were made for me.”

His back arched from a well-aimed thrust, drawing a strangled moan. I was relentless, caressing him as my hips pounded him hard as we both chased our highs.

Right before he hit his peak, I stopped moving.

“No,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Who gives the orders here?” I held still, ignoring his body urging me to continue.

“You do,” he conceded in a pleading tone. “Please don’t stop, Lorenzo.”

I resumed moving, but at a maddeningly slow pace that inflicted pleasure without allowing release. When his hips moved with more urgency, I withdrew until only my tip remained within him.

“Fuck!” The curse exploded from him as his submissive act dropped for a moment. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I can. Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I want to see how much you can take before you truly submit.”