Page 270 of Legacy
I let the tattered remains of the shirt fall from my shoulders and pool on the counter behind me.
His gaze darkens.
“Good Tesoro,” he murmurs, eyes dragging over me as I remove my bra next. “Let’s keep that obedience going.”
He grabs my chin, tilting it up so I’m forced to meet his eyes.
“You lied to me.”
He kisses me.
Hard.
It’s not sweet—it’s punishing.Possessive.His teeth catch my lower lip, and when I whimper, he groans into my mouth like it’s all he’s been waiting for.
“You lie,” he breathes against my lips, “and yet you sleep in my bed every night and let me touch you like you’re mine.”
“Iamyours,” I whisper, voice shaky.
“Then prove it.”
Before I can breathe, his hands clamp around my hips, pulling me off the counter and spinning me.
My palms slap against the cold stone, a gasp tearing from my throat as he bends me over the counter, pressing my chest into the icy surface until my nipples pebble, the chill biting into my skin.
“Fuck,” I whimper, heat and cold clashing in my veins as his body cages me from behind.
He kicks my legs wider, his thigh pressing between mine, forcing me open, making me feel how exposed I am. His hands smooth down my back, slow, possessive, until they reach the lace of my panties.
He pauses.
And laughs.
“Look at you,” he says, voice dark silk, pulling the lace tight against me so it presses into my swollen, aching pussy. “Already soaked, Tesoro. Dripping for me, even when you’re bent over like this, even afterlyingto me.”
My breath hitches, shame and want tangling, pooling hot in my belly.
His fingers drag over the damp lace, teasing, pressing just enough to make me rock back against him without thinking. Desperate.
“So fucking needy,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over my clit through the lace, sending jolts of pleasure through me. “I should make you say it. Make you beg me to fuck you like the desperate needy girl you are.”
I let out a broken sound, my forehead pressing to the cold counter, thighs trembling.
“Say it,” he demands, voice low, lethal. “Tell me who you belong to while I have you like this.”
“You,” I gasp, hips rocking back against his hand, needing more, even if he’s barely giving me anything. “I’m yours, Angelo.”
His thumb circles harder, slower, making me squirm, making me whimper as he keeps me on the edge.
“Good Tesoro,” he praises darkly, leaning over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear. “But you don’t get to come. Not yet.”
“Please,” I choke out, shame burning through me as I grind against his hand, chasing the friction.
He laughs, dark and sharp, pulling his hand away entirely, leaving me empty, clenching around nothing.
“Isaidyou don’t get to come,” he repeats, licking the shell of my ear as his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down slow, letting the cool air kiss my soaked skin.
“Not until I say,” he commands, stepping back just enough for me to feel the absence of him—before his hand comes down on my ass, a sharp slap that sends heat licking across my skin.
