The sudden pull snapped my breath out of me, my mouth falling open on a sudden gasp, but his grip only tightened.
He tsked softly, the sound razor-sharp with disappointment.
“You haven’t earned that yet,” he said, amusement and threat in perfect balance.
Something in me snarled. I twisted against his hold, chasing even a sliver of leverage. “What the fuck do you mean, I haven’t earned it?”
He gripped my jaw in one palm, digging his thumb hard into my cheek. His eyes went flat.
“That’s the filthy mouth of a filthy whore. Is that what you are?”
Shame and heat flared through me in the same violent rush. I meant to snap back, to spit something cutting enough to draw blood, but the only sound that came out was a rough, choked whimper.
He smiled without warmth and dragged me closer between his knees. He stopped with my mouth hovering just short of his zipper, close enough for the humiliation to crystallize.
He paused, letting me hang in the gravity well of his body.
“Do you want this?” Luka asked, voice deliberately quiet.
“Yes.”
“Use words.” He tightened his grip on my jaw. “Tell me what you want.”
I wanted to deflect, to give him something clever, but the need had tunneled straight through my pride. “I want you,” I whispered.
He jerked my chin up until I had no choice but to meet those impossibly blue eyes. “I’m right here. Be specific.”
Heat flooded my system, a rush I couldn’t hide. My lips parted, but the words stuck.
He waited, patient as a trap.
“Your…cock,” I managed, my face burning.
A slow, venom-velvet smile unfurled. “Better,” he said softly. “Where do you want my cock?”
I clenched my fists to steady them. “Inside me.”
He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “There are several places I could go to accomplish that,” he murmured. “So be specific. Where do you want it?”
I blinked, already slipping, every answer sparking in the back of my throat. “Wherever you want,” I said, breathless. “I just…want you inside me.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Wherever I want,” he repeated. He slid his hand to the back of my neck and gripped. “You mean that?”
“God, yes,” I whispered, shifting on my knees, desperate for friction.
A low, guttural sound escaped him, almost a laugh. He pulled me higher so I was level with his belt buckle. “You want to choke on my cock?” he asked, his voice quiet. Almost gentle.
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock in your sopping cunt?”
I nodded, lips numb. “Yes. Please.”
“Do you want me to split open that tight little ass?”
The words hit like a strike, shocking and bright. I had never—no one had ever. But the hunger in his eyes obliterated every boundary I’d thought was non-negotiable.
I hesitated.