Page 33 of Influence

His eyes darted up, crashing into mine. “What do you mean by that?”

I lifted my hips, urging him to push deeper. I was dying.

“Laya?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Exactly what I said.” I shifted again, but his grip on my hips tightened.

His eyes narrowed. “This—as in sex, you mean?”

“Yes,” I murmured, looking up at him and awaiting his response while studying him intently.

His gaze searched through mine. “You should have told me.”

“Now you know.”

“This explains a lot,” he said, shaking his head as if everything were falling into place. “It makes sense why you acted the way you did.”

I raised my chin. What could he possibly mean by that?

He spoke through clenched teeth. “If you want to?—”

“Don’t you dare, Nikolas Galanis! I didn’t wait this long for you to change your mind.”

“You must think I’m stronger than I really am. I lack that kind of willpower.” He smirked, looking down at me with dark amusement in his eyes. “I was going to suggest we proceed more slowly, not stop.”

“Oh,” I breathed.

“I meant what I said. I was a fool to believe I could wait with you in my house, sleeping in the room next to mine.”

I smiled up at him, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him closer.

“I’m ready, Niko,” I declared. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Oh, Laya,” he growled, pushing his cock in deeper.

He leaned down, grasped the back of my neck, and pulled me close for a kiss before gazing back into my eyes.

“Laya, lovely Laya. You belong to me now. Forever. Do not forget it, not even for a moment.” And with that, he surged his hips forward, his cock driving deep into my pussy.

“Niko!” I called out, my arms wrapping around him, my thighs pulling him closer.

I expected pain, but it was more of a sharp discomfort, a hot sensation that morphed into an exquisite sting.

I craved more of it. It was a delicious kind of pain.

“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He rocked into me, his cock thick and hard.

He wrapped his arms around me, his hips creating a slow hypnotic trance.

“You’re much bigger than a toy,” I muttered, then realized what I’d said.

He chuckled. “Good to know.”

“Forget I said that.”

“Not a chance.”

Ever so slowly, he started transitioning from pushing in and then pulling out to harder, deliberate thrusts.

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