Page 96 of Can You Take It?

His hand comes down again, harder this time.

“Richard...”

“I was at Liam’s house because?” he interrupts with a self-satisfied smirk in his voice. “I didn’t quite catch after that. Repeat it.”

“I was looking for something,” I manage to say.

“What were you looking for?” he demands, thrusting harder, making it difficult for me to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through my body.

I can’t respond; the way he feels, the intensity of his movements, it’s all too much.

“Looks like you’re enjoying this way too much. Keep talking if you don’t want me to stop,” he demands.

“A USB drive,” I whisper, the admission feeling like a defeat.

He thrusts harder, making me gasp. “A fucking USB drive? And what’s on this drive that’s so important?”

“Work... stuff.”

My breath comes in ragged gasps, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. Just when I’m about to tip over, he pulls out of me.

“Oh, don’t you dare. You’ll come only when I say, is that understood?”

I nod, but it’s a fucking lie. There’s no way I can hold back, not with the way he’s been fucking me, not with the way he knows my body better than I do.

“Good girl,” he mutters, thrusting back into me without warning. I can’t concentrate on a damn thing, not even breathing. Every nerve is on fire, and I’m seconds away from losing it completely.

“I love the way you lie,” he whispers, and I don’t even have time to process his words before he pulls out again. A moan of pure frustration rips from my throat. Before I can say anything, he slams into me, rougher this time, almost like a punishment.

My body convulses, and I come, uncontrollably, all over his cock. He doesn’t stop, keeps his pace, fucking me through the wave of pleasure. My head spins, and I can barely think straight, but one thought claws its way to the surface. How the fuck did he know I was lying?

I glance at us in the mirror, panting, my body still trembling from the orgasm.

“Your lies are staring back at me in the mirror,” he murmurs as his hands tighten their grip on my hips, “but so is the part of me that can't stop loving you.”

It’s like he’s talking about more than just this—more than me coming without permission. His words dig deeper, pulling at something raw inside me. I blink up at him, my lips parting. “Why?” The question slips out before I can stop it, and I hate how exposed I sound, how small.

Why do you let me lie to you?

He doesn’t hesitate, like he knows exactly what I mean, like he’s been waiting for this question. His hand slides up my back, fingers tracing my skin, and he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“I let you lie because I know that’s the only way you’ll let me in. It’s in the spaces between your words, in the hesitation before you speak—that’s where I find the real you. The truth you’re too afraid to give anyone else, you give to me through those lies.”

He thrusts into me again, slower this time, dragging the sensation out, making me feel every inch of him.

“It’s the way you let me see the parts of you you’d never admit to,” he continues. “And I don’t need the truth. Not when your lies give me more.”

I turn my head slightly, meeting his eyes in the reflection. He’s looking at me like he’s seeing straight through every wall I’ve ever built, every defense I’ve ever thrown up to protect myself. And fuck, it scares me. But at the same time, it feels like I can’t breathe without him.

“Richard, please. Uncuff me. I need to feel you.”

He hesitates, but after a small, brutally blissful eternity, I feel his fingers working to unlock the cuffs from my wrists, I drunkenly glance up at him to catch him putting them aside. He turns me on my back, and I gasp as our bodies press even closer together.

He bends down, and I kiss him hard. My fingers immediately reach for the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

When we break apart, he breathes out, “Fuck interrogating you.”

I’m about to say something smart, but before I can, I feel his cock brushing against my thigh. My body’s screaming for him to push back inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just stares at me like he’s figuring out his next move.

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