Page 85 of Until You Break

Her cheeks flush, and she glares at me, but there’s no heat in it. “You know what.”

I cock my head, feigning innocence. “I want to hear you say it, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Her lips part, her breaths coming faster as I let my thumb slide down her slit, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her cry out.

“I—I want you to make me come,” she finally says, her voice breaking on the last word.

“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning back down and replacing my thumb with my mouth.

I work her relentlessly, alternating between sucking and flicking my tongue, my hands gripping her thighs to keep her exactly where I want her. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her body tightens, the way her moans grow louder, more frantic.

“Dom—oh, God,” she gasps, her back arching off the bed as she teeters on the edge. “I’m—”

“Let go,” I say, my voice muffled against her. “Come for me, Aria.”

She cries out, her body arching off the bed as her release hits, her grip on my hair almost painful, but I don’t stop. I keep working her through it, my tongue relentless, until she’s shaking and gasping, trying to push me away.

“Too much,” she pants, her voice hoarse as she tries to catch her breath. “Dominic, stop, I can’t—”

I finally relent, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen, sensitive core before crawling up her body. Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and when I meet her gaze, the look in her eyes is pure fire.

“That,” she says, her voice hoarse, “was the most unfair wake-up call ever.”

I grin, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on me. “Unfair?” I echo. “I’d call it thorough.”

Her fingers trail down my chest, her touch light but possessive, and she raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you think you’re done?”

My grin widens, and I nip at her bottom lip. “Not even close.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a playful glint in them now as she stretches beneath me, her body still humming with the aftermath of her release. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Only when it comes to you,” I reply, my voice softening as I brush a strand of hair from her face. “Always you.”

Her expression shifts, her teasing smile giving way to something warmer, more vulnerable. She cups my face in her hands, pulling me down for a slower, deeper kiss, and I let myself sink into it, savoring the moment.

When she pulls back, her lips still brushing against mine, she smirks. “Guess I’ll have to return the favor later.”

I laugh, low and dark, my hands roaming her body, already thinking about all the ways I’ll ruin her before she gets the chance. “We’ll see if you can still walk later, Little Sinner.”

She moves beneath me, her fingers trailing down my chest with deliberate slowness, and I can feel her confidence building. She smirks, her lips brushing against my jaw as her hand moves lower, her touch teasing.

“Your turn,” she whispers as she grabs my cock, stroking it.

I lean back slightly, giving her room as she moves to straddle me, her thighs warm against my hips. She takes her time, her hands exploring every inch of my skin like she’s trying to memorize it. It’s a nice thought—her thinking she’s in control—but I already know how this is going to end.

“You think you’ve got what it takes, Little Sinner?” I ask, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watch her.

She narrows her eyes at me, her grin widening. “I think I’ve got you exactly where I want you,” she replies, leaning down to kiss me, slow and deep, her hands tangling in my hair. She bites my bottom lip, tugging it playfully before trailing her mouth down my neck, her nails grazing my chest.

I let her have her moment, watching as she kisses her way lower, licking around my nipple piercings, her lips brushing over my abs. Her confidence is intoxicating, her determination to take the reins sparking something primal in me. She’s bold, fearless even, but she has no idea what she’s walking into.

Her smirk is defiant as she wraps her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly, like she knows exactly how to drive me crazy. Her tongue flicks out, teasing the tip, and I feel my body tighten, my control already slipping.

She’s good—too good. But that’s the thing about Aria. She always underestimates just how far I’m willing to go to remind her who’s in charge.

She takes me deeper, her lips soft and warm around me, and for a moment, I let her work my cock, let her think she’s winning. My head falls back, a low growl rumbling in my chest as her tongue swirls, her hands gripping my thighs for leverage.

“So eager to please.”

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