Page 38 of Until You Break

The taste of her is like a hit of the best damn drug; familiar and electric, sending a rush through me that nothing else ever has. It’s like we’re back in that cell, like nothing’s changed. Like everyday apart has been stripped away, and it’s just us tangled up in something dark and twisted that no one else can touch.

Her hands slip up, sliding over my shoulders, her fingers gripping tight, and I feel the raw need in her touch. She’s letting go of that control she clings to like a shield. I slide my hands down her waist, and grip her side; my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

She doesn’t push me away, not even when she feels me undoing my belt.

I pull back just enough to look at her, to drink in the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. The way her eyes are wide with defiance and surrender, and it makes my chest tighten.

“There’s my Little Sinner,” I murmur, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

She starts to say something, her lips parting, but I don’t give her the chance. I grab her wrists in one hand roughly and guide them above her head. Her pulse flutters under my touch as I slip the leather of my belt around her wrists, looping it securely before tying it to the metal slats of the headboard.

“Dominic,” she whispers, her voice trembling, but there’s no resistance in her tone, just uncertainty. Her fingers twitch against the restraint, testing it, and my smirk deepens.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I say and tug lightly on the belt, making sure it’s snug but not too tight.

I then lean down, brushing my lips against hers. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you like this? At my mercy, exactly where you belong?”

Her breath catches, her body arching slightly beneath me as I trail my fingers up her arm, leaving goosebumps in my wake.

“You could’ve walked away,” I continue, my tone soft but taunting. “But you didn’t. You came to seek me out when you could have moved on. Want to know why, baby?”

She shakes her head, her eyes squeezing shut as if she’s trying to block me out, but I grip her jaw, forcing her to face me. “Look at me,” I demand, and her eyes flutter open, her gaze locking on mine.

“You’re here,” I say, my tone softer but no less intense, “because you want this. You want me. No matter how much you fight it, no matter how much you lie to yourself, this is where you’re meant to be. Tied up. Helpless.Mine.”

Her lips part, but she doesn’t respond, her silence only fueling the fire burning in my chest. I trail my fingers down her side, watching as her body reacts to every touch. I sit back on my heels and pop open the buttons on my jeans.

Then her eyes widen when she sees me pulling out my length and immediately knows where this is going. I move up her body and take my painfully hard cock in my hand.

“Dominic—”

“Open your mouth,” I demand, gripping her throat. “And if you even think about biting me, I’ll fuck you in your fiancé's blood.”

She whimpers at my threat, but listens anyway as she opens her mouth and drops her tongue.

“A bit different from what you remember,” I say as I stroke my cock and feel the six piercings along the underside of my shaft. “But you can still take me the way I taught you to.”

Without waiting I grab her hair, pull her mouth close to my cock, and she gags when I shove it inside. A shiver runs up my spine when she loosens up for me, and she may not realize it right now, but she’s just given up control.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this perfect mouth,” I groan and feel her take me in all the way. “Milk my cock like you used to, baby.”

Her wide eyes flick up to meet mine, and there it is—submission. Raw, unfiltered, and unspoken. I feel it in the way her body softens beneath my grip.

“What would Mason say if he could see you now, Little Sinner?” I taunt, and she glares at me.Cute.“What would he think? Does he know his fiancé gets wet at the thought of being used? Does he know what a slut you can be for the right person?”

She whimpers around me, her tongue working against the metal of my piercings, and the vibration sends a shiver straight through me. I pull back just enough to let her catch her breath, watching as tears streak down her flushed cheeks.

“You know you like it when I make you take it. So be a good little fucking whore and finish what you started five years ago.”

Her gaze is dazed now, her lips parting to suck in shallow breaths as I drag the tip of my cock across her tongue, watching the way it glistens with her spit. She tries to say something, but I don’t give her the chance when I slam forward.

“You’re mine,” I growl, thrusting harder, my control unraveling as I drive her closer to the breaking point. “Every fucking inch of you is mine, and I’ll remind you every single day if I have to.”

She moans around my cock, the sound muffled around me, and the vibration sends another wave of pleasure shooting up my fucking spine. Her eyes are rolled back in her head as she continues to moan, and I feel the way she’s clenching her thighs together. I’m close, my body coiled tight as a spring, and I let go of her hair, sliding my hand to her throat, feeling the way her pulse pounds under my palm.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” I demand, my voice rough and breathless.

Her gaze locks onto mine, wide and pleading. But there’s no hesitation in the way her tongue works against me, her mouth tightening as I thrust one last time, spilling into her with a deep groan. I hold her there, forcing her to take it, my hand firm on her throat as she swallows, her body trembling beneath me.

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