Page 73 of Bitter When He Begs

I pull back just enough to look at him. “You’ve ruined me, Sunshine,” I whisper, running my thumb over his bottom lip. “Completely.”

Sage

Idon’tknowwhatthe hell I’m doing. I don’t know why I’m letting Luca kiss me like he’s starving for it, but I don’t stop him. I don’t push him away just to slap that smug, cocky grin off his face.

Instead, I kiss him back, my hands fisting in his wet hair and my body pressing up against his like this has been inevitable from the start.

Luca’s lips move against mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless. He groans against my mouth, his fingers digging into my waist, the grip bruising and possessive.

“Fuck,” he says, his breath hot and ragged. “I wanna do more than just kiss you.”

My stomach flips, heat rushing straight to my dick as I look up at him, my brain screaming at me to stop, to think, to remember who the fuck I’m dealing with.

But the rest of me? That destructive little bitch who loves being Luca’s slut? Yeah, that part wants to see just how far he’s willing to take this.

“So do it.”

Luca pulls back just enough to look at me, his blue eyes dark and filled with something that makes my breath catch. His lips are pink and swollen, and for a second we just stare at each other.

Then he grins, and before I can say a damn word, he pulls me toward the steps. The second my feet hit the deck, cheers erupt from behind us. Our idiot friends are whooping and laughing like this is some sort of fucking event they’ve been waiting for.

“About fucking time!” Roman calls out, and I wish I could see where the fucker is so I could flip him off.

“Don’t break him, Luca!” Eli adds, and Lucadoesflip them off, then he calls out that no one better fucking interrupt us before grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the house.

My face burns, and I refuse to look anywhere else but forward because these fuckers know Luca is about to completely wreck my shit.

The second his bedroom door slams shut behind us, Luca is on me again. His hands are rough as they slide up my sides, his lips crushing against mine, swallowing any protest I might have had.

“Fuck,” he mutters, breath ragged as he presses me back against the door, his lips trailing from my mouth down to my jaw, teeth scraping along my throat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get you like this again.”

My stomach clenches at his words, at the sheer desperation in his tone. His hands move lower, gripping my hips, then sliding under the waistband of my soaked shorts. Luca makes a low, pleased sound as his fingers brush bare skin, and then he shoves them down. His greedy hands push them past my thighs and let them drop to the floor.

When I step out of them, he takes a step back just enough to take his gaze down my body, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip like he’s savoring the sight of me.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, almost to himself before he pushes his own shorts down.

Goddamn, his body is insane.

I’ve seen it before, but never like this. Never when I’m allowed to look.

Broad shoulders and thick arms roped with muscle from years of shoving bodies out of his way on the field. Chest solid and cut, not just lean but built. He was carved for contact, and made to dominate everything in front of him.

The veins pop in his forearms, his biceps twitch like they’re ready to catch my body again, slam it down, and hold me still.

His cock’s thick, uncut, flushed, and leaking at the tip. When he wraps a hand around it, stroking it slowly, my stomach knots so tight I forget how to breathe.

He looks like everything I shouldn’t want.

Six foot three inches of power, smug arrogance, and the kind of body that’s only ever known how to win. The kind of body that could ruin me in six different ways without breaking a sweat.

Luca catches my stare and smirks. “Something you wanna say, Sunshine?” he murmurs, stepping forward, towering over me now, his body so big, sothere, I can’t see anything else.

My mouth’s dry, my pulse a hammer, and my body is already betraying me all over again. Luca Devereaux is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen—and I’m about to let him break me for good.

I shudder when he grinds against me, my pulse spiking when he palms my ass.

“Luca,” I gasp his name, my blunt nails digging into his back as his teeth scrape over my pulse point again, his tongue soothingthe sting after. “You gonna keep playing, or are you actually gonna do something?”

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