“Don’t you dare close those legs,” he said, undoing his belt. “Keep that cunt on display for me.”
He shoved his pants and underwear to the floor and grabbed a foil packet from the nightstand. Then he climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between my thighs, palming his erection.
“You want my cock right now, don’t you?”
I nodded, jaw clenched. “Yes. God, yes.”
He tore the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom on in a smooth, practiced motion. “Then beg.”
The word landed like a commandment. My body throbbed, raw and restless, and still he made me say it—made me strip the last control from my voice.
“Please, Luka—” His name broke on the way out. I clung tighter to the headboard. “I need you. Please. I need you inside me.”
“Not good enough.” He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking himself slowly, deliberately. “Say it properly. No pretty words.”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, searching for the right words—the words he wanted, and when I found them, they were blunt and ugly and perfect. “I want your cock in my cunt.”
“More.”
I swallowed, my mouth bone dry. The words formed somewhere deep in the animal core of me, beneath all the layers of socialized shame, of pride, of the old stubborn armor I’d worn for years. “I want you to ruin me,” I whispered. “I want you to fuck me raw. I want to feel it for days. I want you to destroy me. Please.”
He watched my face as I said it. Something shifted in his expression—approval, dark and satisfied. “As you wish.”
Luka lined himself up and drove into me in one brutal thrust. The fit was so impossibly tight I thought my body might split. I screamed, the sound savage and wild, but he clamped his palm to my thigh, pinning me open while he pushed all the way in.
“God, listen to you,” he cooed, his voice a rough velvet. “Already coming apart, and I’ve barely started.”
He pulled out slow—the drag sharp and burning—then slammed back in. The headboard rattled against the wall.
There was no easing into it. No rhythm to soften the impact. Just hard, relentless thrusts, his hips snapping forward again and again, each stroke driving deeper than the last.
I clung to the bars, white-knuckled, trying to brace, but there was no counterforce in the world strong enough to stop him from driving into me. Every time he bottomed out, the force knocked the breath from my lungs. Words dissolved into a broken string of sounds.
Luka didn’t slow, not for a second.
The bed creaked. My body jolted with every impact, legs forced wider as he leaned over me, braced on the headboard, driving deeper, harder.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice rough. “Take it. Take all of it.”
I bucked against him, chasing the friction as the pressure climbed, drawing everything else out.
He bent low, teeth at my ear. “Is this what you wanted?” Luka growled, sweat beading at his temples. “Is this what you needed? To be used up and fucked until your legs go numb?”
I couldn’t answer. The words were gone, peeled from my tongue by the shock of every fresh thrust. All I could do was hold on and take it, the way every muscle in my body craved.
He grabbed my jaw, forcing my face toward him. “Answer me. Is this what you needed?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
“Are you going to thank me?” He drove into me once, hard, making my body spasm around him. “Or do I need to teach you manners?”
“Thank you,” I blurted, breath breaking.
“For what?”
“For…” My face burned. “For fucking me. For using me. For not stopping.”
“Good girl,” Luka purred, his voice thick as tar. He slid his hand from my jaw to my throat, tightening just enough to thin my air, sharpening everything at once.