Page 76 of Until You Break

“Look at this gorgeous fucking pussy,” he groans, running his thumb down my slit and pushing it inside. I arch my back from the bed and he chuckles. “My needy little slut, do you need my cock or my mouth?”

“Anything, please, Dominic,” I moan, not giving a fuck if I sound desperate. Then he leans down, pressing his lips to my inner thigh, and his stubble sends shivers across my skin.

“So fucking greedy,” he mutters, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider. His tongue is hot against my pussy, and I can’t stop the cry that escapes my lips, my hands clutching at the sheets.

The way he moves, the way he knows exactly how to unravel me, leaves me breathless, trembling, completely at his mercy.

“Dom,” I whimper, the name falling from my lips like a prayer, like a plea, and his grip tightens, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pulls me closer.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin. “Let me hear you.”

My mind goes blank, the only thing I can focus on is him—his mouth, his hands, the way he takes me apart piece by piece, only to put me back together again, stronger, more whole. He fucks me hard with his fingers, curling them inside of me while his mouth fucking destroys me.

When he finally pulls back, his lips glistening and his chest heaving. He crawls up my body, his hands bracketing my head, and he just stares down at me.

“I want your fucking soul, Aria,” he says, his tone soft. “Not just your body, not just your heart—everything. I want to be the reason you wake up in the morning and the reason you can’t sleep at night. I want to own every thought, every breath, every fucking inch of you.”

Dominic doesn’t give me time to process his words before his lips crash into mine again, his hands tightening on my face as if he can’t stand even a second of distance between us. His kiss is hungry, consuming, like he’s trying to pull every part of me into him.

I can feel the raw emotion beneath his rough exterior, the way his body trembles slightly as he presses into me, like he’s just as overwhelmed by this as I am. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, almost feral, and he stares down at me with an intensity that makes my pulse thunder in my ears.

Without a word, he grabs the hem of his shirt and yanks it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

The hard planes of his chest and stomach are on full display now, tattoos and scars painting a story of violence and survival. My gaze drops to the gleam of his pierced nipples, the faint lightcatching on the metal, and I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Like what you see?” he taunts, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips.

I nod, my throat too tight to speak, and his smirk deepens, his hands already working the button on his jeans. He shoves them down with no hesitation, kicking them off along with his boots, and my breath catches as he stands there, gloriously bare, his pierced length in his hand.

He strokes himself slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, and the raw hunger in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. Then he climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs, his hands trailing down my thighs, spreading them wider.

“I’m taking you bare,” he says, gripping the flesh of my thighs. “Take a breath, baby. I want it to hurt.”

His words are a shot of adrenaline straight to my system, and my body reacts before my mind can catch up—legs trembling, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths as I brace for what’s coming.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and the heat of him is all-consuming. “But don’t worry,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost a growl. “I’ll make you love it.”

His hand slips between us, gripping himself, and my breath hitches as I feel the blunt heat of him against my entrance. He doesn’t push in right away. Instead, he drags the head against me slowly, coating himself in my arousal.

It’s a torment, the kind only he can deliver, and I arch beneath him, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Dominic…” I breathe, my voice trembling, and his gaze snaps to mine.

“What is it, baby?” he asks, mockingly sweet. “Want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you so hard you forget your own name?”

I bite my lip, the words caught in my throat. He leans down, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss, swallowing the whimper that escapes me as he pushes forward, just the tip, stretching me with a slow, torturous precision.

“Take it, Aria,” he says, his voice tight, his teeth gritted like he’s barely holding himself back. “Take all of me.”

Then he slams into me. Hard.

The burn is sharp, searing, and I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain—or both. It steals my breath and causes my vision to blur. His hands slide up my body, one bracing beside my head, the other wrapping around my throat, firm but not squeezing. Just enough to anchor me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice raw. “You feel better than I remember. So…fucking tight.”

I can barely think, let alone respond, but it doesn’t matter. He pulls back, just enough to make me feel the drag of him, and then he slams back in. The piercings add a delicious pressure, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips, my body arching into him.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, and somehow that’s what keeps me from falling apart.

“You feel that?” he growls, leaning down until his forehead presses against mine. “That’s what it means to be mine. No one else will ever touch you like this. No one else will ever have this.”

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