Page 34 of Madness & Mercy
“You don’t get to touch yourself,” I murmur, my mouth at his ear. “Not unless I say.”
He sucks in a breath through his teeth as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a small bottle of lube. He clocks it immediately.
His eyes narrow. “You planned this.”
I grin. “No,cagniolo. I’m just always prepared.”
Except, I wasn’t prepared… for any of this.
Not the heat in my veins.
Not the way he looks at me like he’s daring me to lose control.
Not the sick, gnawing hunger clawing at my chest.
I’ve never done this with a man. Never wanted to.
But something tells mehehas.
Something in the way his body moves beneath mine, like he’s done this before.
And that thought?
It makes something savage twist up inside me.
Makes me want to mark him, ruin him,ownhim.
Make him mine.
Whether he knows it yet or not.
I slick my fingers and shove my hand between his thighs, circling his hole, watching his jaw clench and his thighs twitch. Then I push in, slow but deep, andfuck,the sound he makes—half curse, half moan—goes straight to my cock. He’s tight, hot, and fuckable in a way that makes it real damn hard not to lose control.
He shudders.
His head knocks back against the wall with a dull thud, breath catching sharp in his throat.“Don’t—”
“You want this,”I growl, curling my finger just enough to make his hips jerk helplessly. “You’ve wanted it since the second I walked up to your booth at the café. You were already half hard before I said a word. But you’re too fucking proud to beg.”
“I hate you,”he spits, voice ragged.
“Good.” I lean in, lips brushing his ear as I add another finger. He gasps, his body straining against my grip. “Hate me harder.”
Julian’s breathing turns to wrecked panting, sweat beading along his brow as I drive deeper, fingers unrelenting. When I find the spot that makes his whole body lock up, his knees nearly buckle.
He groans, head lolling forward as I fuck him open with slow, cruel precision, watching every flicker of resistance burn to ash.
Piece by piece, he’s coming apart, and I’m not stopping until there’s nothing left but need.
He jerks his hips, chasing the pressure. His hand twitches, desperate to touch himself.
I catch it midair.
“I said no,” I snap, twisting his wrist back until he hisses, and slam it against the wall again. “You don’t get to rush this. You don’t come until I say so.”
“I’m gonna—”
“No.”
