Page 19 of Bitter When He Begs

I hum again, amused, then I crook a finger, beckoning him forward.

Sage hesitates for a second, but then walks over anyway. He knows the second he gets too close that he’s fucked, but still listens to me.

I wait until he’s just within reach before I grab his wrist, yank him forward, and pull him into my lap. Sage yelps, stumbling forward, and suddenly, he’s straddling my thighs, hands braced against my chest, his entire body going rigid as he realizes exactly what just happened.

His breath shudders, his fingers twitching like he wants to shove me away, but he doesn’t. I settle my hands low on his hips, my smirk deepening as I press my fingers into his sides, feeling the warmth of him through the fabric.

“See?” I murmur, my voice dipping low, dragging against his skin. “Much better.”

Sage sucks in a breath, his hands tightening against my shoulders. “You’re such an asshole.”

I laugh, tilting my head, letting my lips hover just shy of his throat. “And you’re sitting pretty in my lap.”

His whole body tenses, his thighs twitching against mine, his breathing uneven. “Luca—”

“You like it, don’t you?” I interrupt smoothly, dragging my hands up his back, fingertips pressing into lean muscle, feeling the way his body reacts to me. “Bet you love feeling me under you.”

His fingers curl into my tank, gripping the fabric tightly. “I don’t—”

I roll my hips up and he sucks in a breath, his fingers balling into fists against my chest, like he wants to push me away but can’t quite bring himself to do it. I tilt my head, letting my smirk widen. “Something wrong?”

He glares at me, his blush deepening. “Let me up.”

I drag my hands up his thighs slowly, gripping his hips, holding him right where I want him. “Nah,” I say, voice dipping lower. “I like you here.”

His breath hitches when I roll my hips up again, just enough to make him feel me, to remind him exactly how much power he doesn’t have.

Sage squirms, and fuck, that’s a mistake. Because all that does is make him rub against me and make his breath stutter as he realizes exactly what he just did.

Fuck,I can feel how hard he is already, feel the way his body melts against mine for half a second before he catches himself. I love how he still fights, how he still tries to pretend like this isn’t happening, how he still refuses to admit that I own him like this.

It only makes me want to break him more.

I slide my hands under his shirt, palms smoothing over his ribs, feeling the heat of his skin and the way his breath hitches when I press my fingers in just right.

“You’re shaking, Sunshine,” I mutter, tilting my head up and letting my lips ghost over his jaw. “You nervous?”

His whole body shudders, and I feel the way he reacts—the way he wants to break, and how his body is begging for me to ruin him.

I roll my hips again, grinding against him just enough to make him need it, to pull out another gorgeous, strangled sound from his throat. I nuzzle against his jaw, my lips barely brushing his skin.

“You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this?”

He shivers in my arms, his pulse thrumming against my mouth. “You’re an asshole.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m the asshole you can’t say no to.”

He makes a frustrated noise, but it sounds too much like a whimper, and fuck, that goes straight to my cock. I groan,running my tongue along the edge of his jaw, letting it linger just to feel him squirm.

“Fuck, those little sounds you make drive me wild.”

Sage whimpers, his whole body shaking against mine… and that’s when I finally give in. I drag my mouth up, brushing my lips against his jaw, then finally capture his mouth with mine.

He melts just like I knew he would.

His lips part on instinct, and I take advantage, deepening the kiss, swallowing down the little hitched noise he makes, owning the way his breath shudders. I slide one hand up his spine, pressing him closer, feeling the way he reacts to me like he was made for this.

Like he was made for me.

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