Page 87 of Until You Break

Her laughter is cut off by a gasp as I grind against her, letting her feel exactly how much she’s pushed me to the edge. She’s soaked, her slickness coating me as I slide against her, teasing, driving her mad.

“Dominic,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tries to shift her hips, desperate for more.

I smirk, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “What do you want, baby?” I ask, my voice low, taunting. “Say it.”

Her breath catches, her head tipping back as she tries to move against me, but I hold her in place, my grip firm. “I want you,” she says, her voice trembling. “I want you to take me hard.”

I chuckle darkly, nipping at her ear. “Take you?” I repeat, my tone mocking. “I’ve already got you, Aria. You’re mine—every inch of you. But I want to hear you beg for it.”

Her eyes blaze with frustration, but she swallows her pride, her hands clutching at me as she looks up, desperate and defiant all at once.

“Please,” she breathes. “Please, Dominic, I need you.”

“More.”

“Dominic!” she screams. “Please, fuck me! I need you, fuck, I need you!”

“Good girl,” I murmur, and before she can say another word, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Her cry fills the room, her nails raking down my back as her body tightens around me, hot and perfect and made just for me. I still for a moment, savoring the way she feels, the way her legs tremble as they wrap around me and her pussy quivers.

“Fuck, Aria,” I groan, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel like heaven, baby.”

Her breath hitches, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer. “Then don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “I want all of it.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I move, my pace rough and ruthless, my hands gripping her hips to keep her in place as I take her over and over again. She meets me thrust for thrust; her moans turning into desperate cries as I push her closer to the edge.

I could take her from behind, but fuck me, I love the way she looks when I ruin her.

“You always take me so well,” I murmur, my voice rough and breathless as I watch her come undone beneath me. “Every inch of you was made for me, Aria. Don’t ever forget that.”

Her reply is lost in a broken moan as her body clenches around me, her release close.

“You like being in control, huh?” I ask, my lips brushing against her ear. “But deep down, you love it when I take it away, don’t you?” She doesn’t respond, her lips pressed together, but her body tells me everything I need to know. The way she moves against me, the way her thighs tremble—it’s all the answer I need.

“Say it,” I order and stop thrusting, leaving her on the edge. “Say you love it.”

Her eyes snap open, blazing with frustration and desire. “I hate you,” she spits, but there’s no venom in her words, just desperation.

I laugh, leaning down to nip at her bottom lip. “Try again, Little Sinner. Or I’ll leave you like this, begging and empty.”

Her breath catches, her body arching against me, and finally, she breaks. “I love it,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“Louder,” I demand, slamming back inside of her.

“I love it!” she cries, her head tipping back, her entire body trembling as she teeters on the edge again.

“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I growl, my lips pressing against hers as I finally let her fall, her release shattering through her with a crythat echoes in the room. I don’t stop driving her through it, my own control slipping as I chase my own release.

When it finally hits, it’s like a freight train, ripping through me with a force that leaves me trembling. I collapse on top of her, my arms wrapping around her as I bury my face in her neck, my breathing ragged and uneven.

For a long moment, neither of us move; the only sound in the room was our labored breathing. Then, slowly, I lift my head, meeting her gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and there’s a softness in her eyes that makes my chest tighten.

“Still think you’re in charge?” I murmur, my voice rough but teasing as I brush a strand of hair from her face.

She smirks, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “I think I let you win this one.”

I laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “You can tell yourself that, Little Sinner. But we both know the truth.”

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