Page 18 of Ruthless Passion

"Please don't do this to me, Siren," he begs in a low tone, slipping easily into the role of someone being taken advantage of. He doesn't move his body in any way to stop me or make this difficult. The words are enough to keep me in the mindset of this power exchange.

When I slide my pussy down, we both let out a sigh of relief. I let my walls adjust to him before I shift my weight around him. After I rise up and down, slowly at first to center my balance, I find my rhythm.

"Stop," he grunts out, but I continue to use him to bring myself to an orgasm that no vibrator can mimic. I lean forward, closing my fingers around his neck. They don't even reach the floor beneath him. Trying to choke Luca while I bounce up and down on his erection is more difficult than I thought. The glimmer of a smile creeping onto his face shows he knew I wouldn't be able to choke him. It's why he agreed to it.

I press one hand against his chest and use the other to slap him again. It forces his face to the left before he turns back and taunts me. "Is that all you’ve got? I can stop this any time I want. Use me."

The subtle reminder pushes me to choke him again. This time I press the butt of my palms against his neck. His entire body tenses and I feel his knees rise behind me, control waning and shifting back to him.

"Did I tell you to move? Don't —" I can barely get my words out as another climax pushes me over a cliff of pleasure. "Fuck it. I need you to fuck me, Luca."

"Remember your words, Siren," he says as he moves his arms to cradle my back so he can push himself to sit up. The moment we're face-to-face, he grips me by the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Every pass of his tongue around mine heightens my desire, every roll of my hips matches his thrusts. We move in sync until Luca truly takes control.

The strength behind his fingers as he grips my ass to drive himself in and out of my pussy is enthralling. He raises a hand and slaps my ass cheek. The sharp sting arches my back, but Luca holds me close to him.

It's clear the muscles cascading down his body are toned. In a swift move, he uses one hand to anchor my body to him while the other pushes us off the floor with my legs wrapped around his waist. We spin so he can move me from his lap and onto the bed. He stands at the edge for a moment before driving every inch of his erection back inside of me.

Luca slides his arms under my thighs, letting my knees bend over the crooks of his elbows to slam his cock in and out of me for another orgasm. The strokes slow down, but the power behind them is intense. I watch his body stretch over mine as he moves in and out. We move in unison, chasing the next and probably last orgasm between us.

I don't want this to end, but it's clear what's happening as he leans down to kiss me. A few more pumps in and out of me drive him over that cliff of ecstasy. The soft spurts of his climax filling the condom while inside of me, tell me we're done.

Luca pauses as he finishes and pulls himself from my body. He peppers me with kisses before taking a step back. "Don't move."

I don't, and watch him walk toward a door that's probably his bathroom. The light clicks on and the water runs. He comes out a few moments later with a towel in his hand. I push myself to sit up, seeing he's ready to clean me, but the sound of his phone ringing brings reality screeching into this moment.

"Are you going to get that?" I ask him.

"I can call them back. How do you feel?" he asks.

"Thoroughly satisfied. How's your face?"

He rubs his jaw with a grin. "Perfectly fine. I'm hoping to wear your handprint for at least a week."

My eyes widen. "Oh shit, no! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you so hard."

He chuckles. "Josephine, you did exactly what you wanted to do and had my permission to do it. Bruising comes with this. It will heal and hopefully you'll want to do it again."

There it is. A few words that give me hope as Luca leans over me, kissing me as I feel his hand move between my thighs with the warm cloth massaging me clean.

8

LUCA

"Something in the way…" The words of a Nirvana song I haven't heard in forever play in my mind, and I don't know why. I find myself singing the line repeatedly while we put our clothes back on. "Shit, that's going to be stuck in my head all day."

She giggles with a glance from my eyes to my crotch. "Which head?"

The revelation clicks, turning the corner of my mouth up slightly. "That's what you were humming?"

A similar grin forms on her face as she runs her fingers through her curls, adjusting her low ponytail. "Yeah, I had to drown out my thoughts of treating you like an object."

"Did you like it? The power of doing what you wanted?" I ask her. My eyes scan her face, looking for anything to show discomfort, or even worse, regret.

Her thin brows knit together, choosing her words carefully before she speaks. "It felt good in a bad way. Luca, are you sure you're okay? What if people see?"

"See what? This?" I touch the left side of my face. A soft thrum of pain pulsates across my skin. Jo doesn’t know how it sends pleasure skipping across my chest like a stone skims a lake. My shoulders raise slightly. "I'll tell them the truth. I got what I deserved."

Even with all our clothes on, the look on her face peeks at parts of me I never reveal to anyone. She sits beside me on the bed, touching the top of my hand. The pain in her eyes from the sincerity of my words doesn't sit well with me. I don't want her pity. Shrugging her hand away, I push myself to my feet as my phone rings again.

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