A promise.
A threat wrapped in desire.
She squirms, just a little, and it’s fucking beautiful.Her body’s screaming yes while her pride still tries to claw its way through.
“Come on, baby,” I growl against her jaw.“You’re already soaked through.You’re already shaking for it.Don’t play innocent now.”
I drag my lips over her throat, not kissing, just hovering, letting her feel how close I could get if I wanted to.Letting her burn in it.
“Do you want my cock, or are you just going to keep pretending this is a game you can win?”
She swallows hard, eyes locked on mine, her pride flickering.
And then, she speaks, it’s barely a breath, a whisper.“Yes.”
I don’t move.I don’t kiss her.Don’t even ease the tension.
I tip her head back, baring that perfect line of her throat, and it’s mine.Every inch.And fuck, she knows it.
My voice drops, a growl against her skin.“Tell me what you’re saying yes to.”
She exhales, it's shaky and soft.She’s strung tight, wound like a bow ready to snap.My hand clamps down on her hip, fingers digging in, claiming, marking.I want her right there, on the edge.Mine.Desperate.Seconds away from begging me to ruin her.
“Say it, Emery,” I murmur darkly against her skin.“Don’t make me drag it out of you.”
She closes her eyes, jaw tightening like she’s trying to hold on to something, but it slips…finally, and when she opens them again, she’s done pretending.
“I want you to fuck me, Matteo” she breathes.“Hard.”
And right there, she gives in.It’s in her eyes, in the way her breath hitches and her body leans into mine like she needs it.
I smirk.
It’s slow, dangerous, and full of promise.
The kind of smirk that says I’ve fucking won.
Because I have.
And we both know it.
Those words were the shift of power.The second her pride slipped through her lips and gave way to need.Now I’ve got her right where I want her.
“You make it too easy,” I murmur. “Didn’t take much to break you, did it?”
Her lips part, trembling, ready to lie.Ready to pretend she hasn’t already given in.
But I tighten my grip in her hair, just enough to make her gasp.Just enough to remind her exactly how deep she’s already buried in this.In me.And there’s no crawling out now.
“You play a good game, baby,” I growl, tilting her chin higher.“But two can play just as dirty.”
Her lips part, her chest heaves, and fuck if I don’t want to devour her right here, right now.Pin her to the wall and take her hard until her thoughts are nothing but shattered fragments, until she’s moaning my name like a prayer and forgetting every reason she ever had to resist.Fuck her senseless, until the only thing she knows is me.My hands.My mouth.My cock.And the ruin I leave behind.
It takes every starving inch of me to let go of her hair.It’s ripping claws from something I’m not ready to release.
Her eyes snap up, wide and wild, heat still smoldering beneath the confusion.She looks wrecked.Wanting.
On the edge of something feral and fucked, and I swear if she begged right now, I’d ruin her without a second thought.But this is about power.
