Page 103 of Don't Make Me Beg
It’s possessive, Carnal. Ravenous. And it feels so fucking good I forget how to breathe.
“Now tell me, baby, where do you want me to finish?”
His question sends my thoughts into overdrive. I feel my panic creep back in as depraved images begin spiraling through my mind.
I know he won’t judge me, but I don’t know if I can say it.
So rather than answering, I try to distract him, hooking a leg around his waist and pulling him closer.
Luka grunts, caught off guard. His eyes squeeze shut as he exhales through his nose, his breath ragged like he’s fighting to maintain control.
“I’m close, baby,” he warns, and I can hear the desperation in his voice. “Tell me where you want me to come.”
He pulls out of me, stroking himself, and before I can think twice, I’m on my knees. I press my breasts together; eyes locked on his as I offer myself up completely.
I’m his to ruin, his to mark, anyway he wants.
“Christ, princess. You’re going to let me choose?” he drags out as he pumps his thick cock, his hot gaze locked on me. “Open your pretty mouth and stick out your tongue.”
His command scorches straight through me, incinerating every wall and barrier I’ve ever built and reducing them to ash. And I’m left standing in the wreckage, bare and burning.
And I happily obey, reveling in the freedom of letting him take what he wants… trusting that he’ll give me exactly what I need.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming,” he says through a grunt.
I close my eyes, feeling the hot ropes of his release on my cheek, the salty taste hitting my tongue a moment later. Like anartist, he paints me—deliberate and purposeful—making a mess of me. He claims me with every drop, as if he’s branding me as his alone.
It’s degrading. Demeaning. Absolutely filthy.
And exactly what I was hoping for.
“Come here, baby.” He pulls me into his chest in a bone-crushing hug as he wipes my face clean. “Holy shit, baby. You did so well.” He kisses my forehead, then tucks me tighter against him, peppering kisses across my face, completely unbothered by the mess, like he couldn’t care less about anything except me.
The sound of his heartbeat thundering in his chest sends a rush of pride through me. I feel my lips pull into a smirk, knowing I’m the reason for it. I’m the one who’s making his heart race like that.
He looks down, and he must notice my smirk before I can hide it. His fingers dig into my side, making me giggle.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
I let out a squeal, squirming beneath his hands, trying to wiggle free. But there’s no point in fighting, he’s too strong. And if I’m being honest, I don’t want to get away anyway.
I lean my head on his shoulder and breathe out a sigh, feeling more at peace than I’ve ever felt. “I wish every day could be like this.”
“Like what?” He quirks a brow. “Because I’ll have you know what we just did wasn’t exactly a hardship.”
I swat his chest and laugh just as thunder rattles the windowpanes and the heavy rain drums against the roof overhead. “No, I just mean… I love canceled plans. Rainy days make me happy.” I shiver when the AC kicks on, and Luka pulls me closer, wrapping his arms over me to keep me warm.
“I know they do, you little weirdo.” He pinches my nose teasingly, and I roll my eyes. “You know, you don’t have to wait for rainy days for an excuse to relax? You could simply decide totake time off.” He leans in closer and whispers, “You’re a grown up, Scout. It’s not against the rules.”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” I finally say.
“Thatta girl.” His expression softens, his cocky grin returning as he brushes a sticky strand of hair back from my face. “I’m pretty sure I got jizz in your hair.” He picks me up, heading toward the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I happen to be an expert at washing out jizz.”
“I have no doubt,” I say through a laugh.
And even though I’m perfectly capable of washing my hair myself, I don’t protest. Because I know it’s as much for him as it is for me.
CHAPTER THIRTY
