Open your mouth for me

**Ivery Clark POV** 

I thought he was going to just put it in and ram into me but my breath came in uneven bursts, my body tensing as Alrigo’s face lowered down, his breath lingering on my thighs, dangerously close to my sex. Like he was testing my limits. Teasing me, tormenting me. 

*What was his game now..?*

My cheeks went red by the way he was staring at it. 

“Perfect…” Alrigo drawled, his voice deep and smooth, his breath teasing over my bare pussy. “Perfect and *mine*.” 

With that his tongue touches my slit, the sensation almost knocking me back to his desk.

Oh god. I clenched my fingers around the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white. 

He starts at my opening, his tongue plunging deep inside before he drags it slowly up, parting my soft folds until his wicked tongue bumps over my clit.

Fuck.

Heat prickled against my skin, a betraying warmth pooling in my stomach, but I bit down hard on my lower lip, refusing to let a single sound slip past.

He knew. Of course, he knew. His touch turned teasing, just to test me. To break me.

Alrigo growls, pressing his whole mouth to me and letting the tip of his tongue swirl

over my clit over and over, until I’m throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut, biting my lip hard. 

I won’t give him what he wants.

My teeth sank into my lower lip, the sharp sting grounding me against the heat curling through my body. 

His tongue was deliberate on my sex, testing, coaxing—but I refused to break. 

"Open your mouth, Ivery." he ordered, his voice a deep, velvety command. “Let me hear what I want. Submit yourself to me.”

My fingers curled against the desk, nails biting into the polished surface as rage clawed its way up my throat. 

He wanted a sound, a reaction, anything to prove he had control over me.

Not happening.

I kept my breaths steady, my expression blank, even as my skin betrayed me, flushing under his slow, possessive touch. If I made a sound, he would win. And I would rather burn than let that happen.

I shot him a glare. “Not happening.”

His grip on my thighs tightened, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of my inner skin. “You’re holding back,” he murmured, watching me like a predator that had all the time in the world. “I don’t like it.”

I scoffed, “Too bad.”

Alrigo lifted his head up and his gaze dropped to my lips, slightly swollen from how hard I was biting down. “If you don’t open that pretty mouth for me, I’ll make you.”

Alrigo positions his cock against my pussy, easing the head against my opening, teasing me and rubbing it up and down, but he doesn’t push inside.

Instead, he just makes me lose my mind, leaking my sticky wetness all over his cock until it's dripping down the thick, veined shaft as he slowly rubs his cock against against my pussy lips, up and down.

“Last chance, ma bella. Open your mouth and I'll make it less harsh for you.” 

I clenched my fists against the desk, fire burning in my veins. “You only get to fuck me, Alrigo. That’s all. You don’t get to hear my moans.” I said, my voice cutting and sharp. 

“Hearing my moan is a privilege and you..? You haven’t earned a damn thing. And you never will. You’re neither my lover nor surely as hell I fancy you. So stop acting like you have any claim over me.”

The air between us snapped tight, charged with something dangerous.

Alrigo’s jaw ticked. His grip on my thigh flexed, something flickering in his dark eyes, something lethal. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

"And you’re used to getting your way," I shot back. "Must be frustrating to finally hear a no.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. He exhaled through his nose, slow, controlled—but his eyes burned with something darker. “Looks like you enjoy provoking me, don’t you..?”

"I enjoy reminding you of your place." I seethed out.

Alrigo’s chuckle was low, almost amused—but his glare told a different story. "Oh, cara mia," he whispered, his hand pressing firmer against my thigh. "You should know by now—I never stay in the place anyone puts me."

With that Alrigo slammed his cock inside me without warning, with so force that the desk rattled. 

Holy fuck. I bit down on my lip, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to remind myself that pain was better than weakness. 

Alrigo's cock was huge and his thickness was stretched me wide open, that I could barely keep my mind sane. 

His full length and size of him was filling me entirely, his hips spreading my legs wide. And I could feel my pussy gripping onto every inch of him as he slid out, before he plunged back in. 

My nails dug into the desk beneath me, my fingers white-knuckled with restraint.

A slow chuckle brushed against my ear. “Nothing yet?”

I could feel his smirk without even looking. *Bastard.*

“I can feel you trembling, cara mia.” Alrigo started grinding his hips, burying his cock as deep as possible inside me, tormenting  me, “ Give up, little pet, you won’t *last*.”

My breathing was uneven, no matter how much I tried to steady it. My pulse pounded against my ribs, and I knew he could sense it. He always could.

He was trying to break me, and I could see it in his eyes—the dark amusement, the cruel patience. He wasn’t in a rush. He could play this game for hours, if necessary.

But so could I.

But then Alrigo leans in, his voice nothing but a low murmur against her ear. “Oh right, to think of it…I wonder how your brother is doing right now..” 

*What..!?*