I froze.
For a moment, his thumb moved lightly along the pulse beneath my ear as he watched my hands fail.
“Too slow.”
He tore the blouse open. Buttons snapped free, the sound cracking the quiet.
Before I could react, his hand closed at the base of my throat—enough to tip my head back, not enough to hurt. He locked his gaze with mine, steady and unblinking.
“Strip,” Luka said, his voice low and final. “Or I’ll shred the rest of those clothes off you.”
The threat sent a ripple through me. He released me, and I scrambled to obey. The ruined blouse, my skirt, bra, and heels hit the floor in a scatter.
I stood naked, crossing my arms instinctively over my chest. Through my lashes, I looked up at him, afraid of disappointing whatever sharp, dangerous expectation burned in his eyes.
He stepped closer, the heat of him erasing every inch of chill from my body. He dragged his knuckles down my collarbone, then over the curve of my breast. He nudged my arms aside. I let them fall. Nothing hidden from this man.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said, the syllables softer than I’d heard from him.
He circled behind me, and for a second, let me stand there—naked and unsteady. Then he palmed my breasts, thumbs flicking my nipples until they stiffened under his touch. With his other hand, he traced a line down to my navel. The anticipation ached, and I leaned into it, breath shuddering as he slid his palm between my legs. He didn’t tease—just spread me open and stroked my clit with a steady, deliberate pressure that made my vision spark at the edges.
I stood, breathing hard, and caught our reflection in the mirror above the desk. Luka’s frame swallowed mine—me bare and trembling, him still fully dressed, completely composed. I felt more naked than if he’d stripped me with a knife.
His stubble scraped the side of my neck as he bent to bite, a quick, savage nip that left heat blooming in its wake. “You like that?” he murmured against my skin.
I whimpered and nodded.
He maneuvered me to the edge of the mattress and pressed my shoulders until I sat. Then he pressed a palm to my sternum, pushing until my back met the duvet and my hair fanned out around my face.
“Spread your legs,” he said, voice edged with grit. “Show me that dripping cunt.”
My whole body rang like I’d been struck with a tuning fork. I let my knees fall open for him—wide, immediate, my back arching as my breath left me.
He knelt between my thighs, both hands locking my knees apart, his gaze cold and intent. “Keep them open,” he said, the words hard as ice. “If you close your legs, I’ll tie you to this fucking bed.”
I believed him.
His mouth came down in a single, devastating motion. No teasing, no slow exploration—he just pressed his tongue flat to my clit, the pressure perfect, the tempo ruthless. I bucked, but he held me down, one hand pinning my thigh, his control absolute.
Inside my head, the voices screamed, panicked at how fast I was losing ground, that this was too raw, too much, too soon. But all I wanted was more. I bit down hard on my wrist to keep from screaming his name.
He flicked his tongue in tight, insistent circles, then sucked my clit so hard, I thought he was aiming to pull it from my body. He played me—tongue, lips, and teeth all weaponized for a single purpose. Every time I started to climb, he shifted—flattening his tongue into torturous wide strokes, backing off just enough to keep me hovering there, desperate and aching.
I twisted under him, fists bunching in the sheets, thighs trembling as I fought to stay open. When I tried to chase the sensation, he braced his forearm across my hips and held me flat.
Seconds stretched. The tension tightened—higher, hotter—until my whole body balanced on the edge.
And then he stopped.
No warning. No easing back.
I gasped, legs shaking, brain half-erased by the sudden loss.
I whined, the small, animal sound humiliating even as I made it.
He hovered over me, eyes dark, mouth wet. He licked his lips, slowly, then pushed two fingers straight inside me without warning. I arched hard enough that my vision flashed white.
“That’s it,” Luka said quietly. “Take it.”