Page 271 of Legacy
I gasp, my body jolting, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the sting, the humiliation, the arousal so intense it feels like it might kill me.
“Now,” he says, voice low, dangerous, “spread your legs wider for me, Tesoro. Let me see what’s mine.”
I swallow, forcing my trembling legs to move, spreading them wider for him, pressing my palms flat against the cold counter.
“Happy now?” I mutter, sass creeping into my voice even as I’m bare, open, dripping for him.
He chuckles, low and dark, the sound rumbling against my spine.
I hear the soft hiss of leather sliding through belt loops, the sharp, deliberate sound of the belt being pulled free.
My breath catches.
Before I can turn, his hands grab mine, pulling them behind my back, wrists pressed together.
The leather wraps around them, snug and unyielding, the buckle clicking.
I shiver, heat flooding me, pooling low as the reality of it sinks in—bound, bent over the counter, completely at his mercy.
He steps closer so the heat of him wraps around me, his chest brushing my back, his cock heavy and hard where it presses against me.
“Oh, Tesoro,” he murmurs, amusement curling around the words like smoke, “now you’re definitely not going to come.”
He grips my hips, fingers bruising, pulling me back against him as he leans down, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“This is for me.”
And then he thrusts in.
No warning.
I gasp, my entire body jolting forward as he fills me in one hard, deep stroke, the thick slide of him punching the air from my lungs, stealing my thoughts.
Fuck. He’s so deep.
The stretch, the burn, the way he drags against every sensitive spot inside me as he pulls back just to slam in again, slow and devastating, like he’s branding me with every thrust.
My fingers curl against the belt, nails scraping against the leather as I bite down on a moan, trying to keep quiet, trying to keep control, but he’s relentless.
His grip tightens on my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust, the slap of skin on skin obscene in the quiet kitchen, mixing with the soft, desperate sounds spilling from my lips.
“Angelo,” I whimper, eyes squeezing shut as he bottoms out inside me, grinding his hips, letting me feel every thick inch.
“Say it,” he growls, thrusting deep, “say you’re mine.”
“You—” I gasp, mind going hazy with the drag of his cock, the brutal rhythm. “I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” he snarls, pace hardening, “You’re mine. I’ll erase every fucking man from your mind, your body, yoursoul.I’ll burn every piece of clothing you have until all you wear is what Igiveyou. You’ll belong to me in every way.”
A broken moan tears from my throat, my legs shaking as the coil in my belly winds tighter, pleasure licking up my spine, heat blooming in every nerve.
I’m close.So close.
And then he stops.
He stills inside me, buried to the hilt, throbbing, the denial so sharp it rips a sob from my lips.
“No,”he says, voice low, wicked. “You don’t get to come.”
