Page 174 of Madness & Mercy
He leans down, his lips brushing mine, his voice taunting. “Good. Maybe now you know how it feels.”
Then he starts moving, a steady, merciless grind that keeps me buried inside him but never gives me release. He rolls his hips, dragging himself over me, watching every twitch of my expression like he’s memorizing it.
“Julian…” I grit, hips bucking despite myself.“Harder.”
He shakes his head, sweat dampening his hair, eyes blazing with control.“No.You don’t get to command me tonight.”
My chest heaves. “Then what the fuck do you want from me?”
His pace slows even more, his walls clenching around me until I’m groaning through my teeth. “I want youbegging,Nico Vitale. I wanna hear you to say it.”
I swallow hard, pride warring with desperation, but his body’s got me undone.
“Please,” I rasp, almost choking on it.“Please,Julian…ride me.”
His wicked smile returns, and he finally slams down on me, taking me to the hilt. My vision whites out.
“That’s more like it,” he pants, bouncing on my cock now with brutal, hungry rhythm. “Say it again.”
“Please,” I groan, my wrists raw from pulling at the cuffs. “Fuck—please,cucciolo.”
And he gives it to me, hard, relentless, milking every sound from my throat until I don’t even care about anything else. All I care about ishim,riding me like he owns me.
Julian doesn’t let up. His body slams down on me, wet heat squeezing the life out of me with every drop of his hips. I’m gone, wrecked, my throat raw from the sounds tearing out of me.
“You feel that?” he pants, grinding in circles now, dragging my cock against his sweet spot over and over. His eyes flash with hunger as mine roll back. “You’re mine now, Vitale.Mine.”
“Fuck, Julian—” My voice cracks, my body arching off the bed, wrists tearing at the metal. “I need it.”
“Not until I say so,” he grits, slamming down harder, sweat dripping off his chest onto mine.
I can’t stop begging, not anymore. My cock throbs so bad it hurts, my release building deep inside.“Please,cucciolo. Please let me come.”
He leans forward, hands gripping my shoulders, pressing me even deeper into the mattress, his mouth hot against my ear.“Not yet.”
My whole body shudders. I’ve never felt this helpless, this fucking desperate. I’d give himanythingright now if he’d just let me. “Julian…please.”
He smirks against my jaw, still bouncing, still choking me on the edge of ecstasy. “Say it. Say you belong to me.”
My chest heaves, my pride burns, but the need is stronger. “I belong to you,” I rasp.
“Again,”he growls, riding me harder, faster.
“I fucking belong to you,”I snarl, my voice breaking into a groan.
That’s when he finally does He slams down on me one last time and grinds, dragging every ounce of pleasure out of my cock until I’m exploding inside him, my vision shattering, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Julian moans, throwing his head back, his own orgasm ripping through him as he milks me for every drop, refusing to let me go.
I’m trembling, wrecked, undone beneath him, wrists still bound, chest heaving like I’ve just survived a war.
And he leans down, his lips brushing mine, whispering the last twist of the knife:
“Good boy.”
CHAPTER 29 – SURRENDER
JULIAN
