Page 14 of Stranded with the Resort Owner

"Say it," he demands, voice low and lethal.

"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."

He smiles against me. "Good girl."

He doesn't stop.

He brings me right to the edge—twice—then backs off, cruel and precise.

"Lucas—please?—"

"Please what?" he asks, fingers dragging through the slick heat between my thighs. "Please make you come? Please fuck you? Please wreck you?"

"Yes," I sob. "All of it."

And then he ruins me.

His mouth. His fingers. His cock.

He fucks me like he has a point to prove—no mercy, no filter, no pause.

I beg. I writhe. I come until I'm sobbing. And still, he keeps going.

He climbs over me—his body a wall of heat, muscles tense, cock thick and hard against my thigh.

"You wanted this," he growls in my ear. "Wanted to know what it feels like to be fucked until you forget your name."

Then he thrusts into me in one savage stroke—and I scream.

His hand grips my chin, tilting my face toward his. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with hunger and power.

"Tell me you want this," he growls, voice low and deadly. His hips roll once—slow, cruel—grinding against my slick core, just enough to make me gasp. "Tell me you want to please me. To be mine. Is that what you want?"

I can't speak. Can barely breathe.

His grip tightens, thumb brushing over my lips. "Say it."

My pulse pounds in my ears, heat surging everywhere at once. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't answer him. If I don't give in.

"Yes," I whisper.

He leans in closer. "Louder."

"Yes," I gasp, voice shaking. "I want it—I want all of it."

His groan is feral.

"Good girl."

And then he drives into me—one brutal, claiming thrust—and I'm lost.

He fucks me like he's etching his name inside me. Every thrust deep, brutal, perfect. He says things I don't even remember later—filthy, filthy promises—while he breaks me apart.

"Look at you," he pants, sweat dripping down his temple. "So fucking wet. So full of me. Your body's begging, even when your mouth can't speak."

And he's right.

I beg. I writhe. I come again—shaking, sobbing, ruined.

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