Luisa pauses, her breath hitching as shelooks back at me. Her eyes glisten, pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen from biting them. She shudders, her voice above a whisper.
“Please fuck me, Angelo. I want to make you come.”
Yeah, she’s not allowed to be sweet anymore. My cock twitches at those two sentences and I slam into her again. I grip her hair tight, pulling her back so she has to brace herself on the table. I push one of her thighs forward and fuck her the way she needs.
I know she can take it.
And she proves it, goading me with “More” and “You can’t break me, asshole” over and over.
Her sass, her demands, always cut off by those sweet, wrecked moans, undo me. I grip her hips, lifting her just enough so I can rub her clit, pushing her over the edge.
She shatters, her body tightening, howling my name so loud I’m glad I dismissed the staff early. Her pussy clenches around me, pulling me deeper, tighter.
I press down on her lower back, my grip firm as I pull out, hating that I have to. A sharp groan rips from my chest as I come,spilling over her ass, watching the heat of it streak across her skin.
My breath drags, panting as I take in the sight of her—wrecked, perfect.
All mine.
The thought fills me with satisfaction as I swat her ass, right over my cum, watching her body jolt beneath my hand.
I press a slow kiss between her shoulder blades, my lips lingering.
“I like how you hate-fuck, Luisa.”
She doesn’t answer..
I blink, drawing back.
She’s just lying there, still, silent. Hopefully exhausted, but the unease rolling in my chest says otherwise. I pull up my jeans, then grab a napkin, cleaning her up.
“Luisa. Talk to me.”
She whispers. “I have to leave now.”
That doesn’t sit right.
I redress her, guiding her limbs when she doesn’t move to help. Then I lift her onto the table, easing her perfect tits back into her bra—a shame—but I need to focus.
When she meets my gaze, her eyes are glassy, the threat of tears hovering at the edge.
A single tear rolls down her cheek. Mywhole body locks up. I don’t know how to deal with tears. I stare, frozen, then wipe it away. She shoves my hand aside. “Don’t pretend you’re sorry.”
“I didn’t do this to?—”
“To undermine me?” Her voice is quiet but lethal, her eyes pinned to mine.
“To have something over me? To leave me at your mercy?”
She tilts her chin up, unflinching. “Tell me you had sex with me because you like me.”
It’s a dare. A challenge.
I open my mouth.
“Tell me that’s theonlyreason, Angelo.”
I shake my head. “You’re not stupid enough to believe that. I don’t want to use it against you, Luisa. I enjoyed having sex with you.”
