Page 103 of Ruined

LUCA

He pulled me off the chair and kissed me. It was feral, like he wanted to wreck me. He pulled my head back, devouring my lips like they were the last thing he’d ever taste.

My hand slid up his back, fisting the fabric of his shirt. I wanted to rip it off.

He pulled back, breathing hard. His thumb brushed along my jaw. “Clothes off. Now.”

I pulled my shirt over my head. Unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants down.

Dominic smirked. “Guess youcanfollow orders when it suits you.”

He stepped closer, his heat washing over me as he trailed his fingers down my chest, stopping above the waistband of my briefs. His smirk widened.

“Face it, Luca. You’re dying for someone to put you in your place.”

I swallowed hard. “Only you.”

I freed my cock from my briefs as he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants. My mouth went dry as he pulled out his cock.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I dropped to my knees. I stared up at him, my cock aching. His fingers tightened in my hair as he guided me closer.

“Let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for more than insulting me.”

He tugged my hair, forcing me to tilt my head back. A gasp slipped out and his cock brushed my mouth and pushed forward, the head slipping past my lips. He groaned, and my cock twitched.

I tried to keep control, but he pushed deeper. My mouth stretched around him. My balls tightened as he used me. Fuck, it felt so good. I gripped his thighs, wanting him to rail me. Dominic thrust shallowly, teasing me. I swirled my tongue around his head.

“Such a smart mouth, but look at you now. Quiet for once.”

He yanked on my hair, and my eyes watered. He smirked down at me as he choked me with his dick. Dominic’s grip shifted, his hand sliding from my hair to wrap firmly around my throat. The pressure sent a spark of electricity through me. His thumb pressed into the side of my neck, cutting off air.

I tried to suck in shallow breaths. My cock throbbed between my legs, the ache unbearable. I could feel the sticky precum against my thighs. My vision blurred. The room spun. I was helpless, completely at his mercy, and I fucking loved it.

Dominic pulled out, and I gasped for air. He hauled me to my feet, his dark eyes burning.

“Turn around.”

The fluttering in my stomach turned into a full-blown ache. I turned, facing the kitchen table.

Dominic stepped behind me. “Good boy.”

My knees threatened to buckle, but I held steady.

Dominic gripped my hips as he pressed me against the edge of the kitchen table. The wood bit into my thighs, but the heat of his body behind me made everything else fade. I braced my hands on the surface.

“Bend over.”

I hesitated, and he didn’t wait. One rough hand pushed between my shoulder blades, forcing me down. My chest hit the table.

His hand slid down to cup my ass.

My body tensed as he reached around, grabbing my cock. “You’ve got this whole badass act down, but you’re already dripping for me.”

“Dominic.”

“Do you make a habit of stripping for guys you don’t want?”