Page 127 of Savage Ambition

I pinned him down and began driving into him again. Sweat beaded across his forehead. The flush that had started on his chest had spread to his neck and face.

“Yes,” he gasped, his knuckles turning stark white as he fisted the sheets. “Please, Lorenzo. Please let me come this time.”

“Not yet.” I slowed down to drag out the denial. A violent tremor ripped through his overstimulated body.

He strained against the control I held over him, his jaw clenched tight. I loved the struggle in his eyes as his pride battled with need.

I leaned down and swallowed his frustrated moan with a deep kiss. “Tell me who owns your pleasure tonight.”

“You do,” he admitted, his voice ragged around the edges.

Each submission thrilled me more than the last, like pieces of armor falling away to reveal the man beneath. Heat pooled heavy and low in my gut with every word he surrendered. “And who decides when you come?”

“You do.”

“That’s right.” I wrapped my hand around his neglected cock to give it a single, firm stroke.

He jerked at the contact. His erection twitched in my grasp as he made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a sob.

I released him instantly. “Not yet.”

He banged his head against the pillow. His professional polish shattered, leaving him unguarded beneath me.

“Please, Lorenzo. I can’t take much more.” His thighs quivered, his cock looking painfully hard.

“Yes, you can.” I angled my hips to ensure each movement pressed against that bundle of nerves inside him that made him squirm.

His breathing grew erratic as I continued until I felt the telltale flutter of his inner muscles clenching around my cock.

Still not done with our game yet, I withdrew to leave him empty and wanting.

The loss of contact drew a wounded cry from him. “No, no, no,” he chanted. “Please, I’m begging you. Please let me come.”

When I didn’t move, he tried again. “I need you, Lorenzo. Only you.”

“That’s a start, but you can do better.” I pushed in with agonizing slowness. “Tell me why only I can give you what you need.”

“Because you know me,” he confessed. It was becoming unclear how much was Dante pleading or Dragon. “You know how to make me feel things no one else can. Please, I need you so badly it hurts.”

I lowered my chest flush against his, changing the angle of my thrusts. “Look at me. Let me see you.”

His gaze locked with mine, dark and completely stripped of his armor. The walls that separated Dragon from Dante had crumbled, leaving only the man I’d sworn to protect.

My hand cradled his face, thumb stroking along his cheekbone with a gentleness that had no place in the brothel’s usual transactions.

Dante’s arms wrapped around me, his fingers digging into my skin to anchor himself. “Please,” he breathed. “Don’t stop. Not this time.”

I kissed him with a tenderness that defied every rule of absolute submission Barlinger expected from us. My hand found his cock again and stroked him without stopping.

“I’ll always give you what you need,” I swore, the words chosen for Barlinger’s ears but carrying deeper meaning between us. “Everything you want, everything you crave.”

He whined low in his throat as he rocked into my actions.

“No one else knows how to take care of you like I do,” I continued.

He pulled me closer, burying his free hand into the hair at the base of my neck. He demanded every inch I could give him.

“I’ll never leave you wanting,” I promised, my pace never faltering. “You won’t have to face anything alone ever again.”