CHAPTER 4
I want to tell him to stop saying that, but then his mouth is on me fully—hot, wet, consuming. He licks, sucks, tongues me in ways that make my wrists strain against the cuffs.
“You like when I do this?” he asks, swirling his tongue in maddening circles.
“I—ah—”
“That’s a yes.” He pulls back just enough to spit on me, then licks it up like it’s nothing. My head falls back, eyes squeezing shut.
His hands keep me spread wide as he works me over, tongue relentless. I can feel myself building, heat pooling low and tight.
“Luca, I—”
“Say it.” His mouth doesn’t stop moving.
“I’m—close—”
“Good boy,” he says again, sucking harder. “Give it to me.”
It hits fast—white-hot and shattering, my whole body tensing as I spill against his tongue. He doesn’t pull back, doesn’t let a drop
