Page 86 of Until You Break

She hums in response, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, and I can see the smugness there. She thinks she has me on the ropes, thinks I’m at her mercy. And that’s when I decide to remind her just how wrong she is.

“Cute,” I say, my voice taunting. “But let me show you how this works.”

My hand tightens in her hair, and I tug her head back, forcing her to look at me. Her lips part in surprise, but I see the flicker of excitement in her eyes and the way her breath hitches.

“Did I say you could tease me?” I growl, sitting up and keeping my grip firm. “If you’re going to put that mouth to use, you’d better do it right.”

Her lips part, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but I don’t give her the chance. I guide her back down, my other hand cupping her jaw as I press my cock against her lips.

“Open,” I command. She hesitates for half a second before obeying, her tongue flicking out as I push past her lips. “Good girl. Now take it all.”

I don’t let her set the pace this time. My grip in her hair tightens as I guide her, my hips moving in slow, controlled thrusts. She gags slightly, her hands flying to my thighs to steady herself, but I don’t let up.

I can feel the heat of her palms, the way her nails dig into my skin as she struggles to keep up.

“Don’t look away,” I snap, my voice sharper now. Her gaze locks on mine, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t dare close them. “That’s it. You wanted to be in charge? Show me how well you can take it.”

She moans around me, the sound vibrating through my body, and I curse under my breath, my grip tightening in her hair. I slow my movements, letting her catch her breath, but I don’t release her.

“Look at you,” I murmur, brushing a thumb over her cheek as she takes me again. “My perfect little slut, this is where you belong, isn’t it? With your lips wrapped around my cock and letting me use you.”

She glares up at me, her eyes watering, but there’s no real fight in her. If anything, the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her thighs press together, tells me she likes this more than she wants to admit.

“What’s the matter, Little Sinner?” I taunt, tilting her head to take me deeper. “Too much for you? Or are you just mad you’re not in charge anymore?”

Her response is to hollow her cheeks, taking me so deep I feel a sharp jolt of pleasure that has me gripping her hair tighter, a groan ripping from my throat. She smirks around me, her eyes glinting with triumph, and for a moment, I almost let her have it.

Almost.

Her nails dig into my skin, her eyes watering as I push her limits, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she leans into it, her body softening, submitting, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, Aria,” I groan, my head tipping back as the pleasure builds, sharp and unrelenting. “This mouth was made for my cock.”

She moans again, the vibration sending a shockwave through me, and I glance down to see her looking up at me, her eyes glazed with desire and submission. It’s enough to make me lose what little control I have left.

I pull her up suddenly, crashing my lips against hers, not caring about the mess we’ve made. She clings to me, her bodypliant against mine, and when I roll her onto her back, pinning her beneath me, she doesn’t fight it.

“You don’t get to win,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with need. “Not here. Not with me.”

Her breathless laugh sends a shiver down my spine. “Who said I wanted to win?”

I freeze, staring down at her, and the look in her eyes—the absolute trust, the raw vulnerability—hits me like nothing else. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. Then, I lower myself onto her, pressing every inch of me against her, and I let my forehead rest against hers.

“You drive me fucking insane,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Her hands slide up my back, her nails grazing my skin as she pulls me closer. “Good,” she whispers back. “Now shut up and ruin me.”

And fuck, do I oblige.

I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp as I press her harder into the mattress. My hands roam her body, claiming every curve, every inch, and I’m relentless in the way I touch her—rough and utterly unapologetic.

She arches beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough.

“Ruin you?” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough, taunting. “Oh, baby, I’ll do more than that. I’ll fucking destroy you.”

Her eyes flash, her lips curving into a wicked smirk as she looks up at me. “Promises, promises,” she teases, her voice breathless, but still daring.

I growl, my hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pulling her leg higher up my side. “You’re going to regret saying that, Little Sinner.”

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