Page 29 of Savage Ambition

“Is this what you wanted?” Shaw demanded, sweat beading on his forehead. “To make me lose control?”

My laugh morphed into a groan as he hit my prostate. “There he is. The real you. Not the polite boy everyone else sees.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by the scraping of the desk legs against the floor.

“You don’t know me,” he insisted, but his body betrayed him, responding to my taunts with increasing ferocity.

“I know you better than anyone,” I countered, meeting each thrust with equal force. “I know what you hide from everyone else. I know what you want. Me.”

His hand found my cock, gripping it with the same intensity as his thrusts. The dual assault was overwhelming as he nailed the right spot, his hand working my shaft.

“Isn’t it interesting? You lie to Jace about everything, but you’re honest with me.” I broke off as a hard slam sent sparks through my body. “You show me who you really are.”

His pace became punishing, each thrust driving deeper, harder. The desk anchored our bodies as we moved with increasing desperation.

“You like that I see the real you,” I continued, delighting in watching his expression contort with pleasure and rage. “The you who wants to fuck another man until he screams.”

He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips. “And you enjoy being fucked by me.”

The assertion was dangerous, far too close to feelings we couldn’t afford to acknowledge with Salvatore’s cameras watching. “It feels so good when you stop pretending to be gentle and fuck me hard when you lose control.”

A ripple of rage reflected in his expression. “Is that all this is to you? A game?”

I smiled, cold and calculated. “Isn’t everything?” I had to play that way to save myself from the inevitable scrutiny when Salvatore checked the security footage to ensure I was being the perfect little puppet.

Shaw bent forward far enough that my knees touched my shoulders. The new angle let him drive deeper, each thrust sending shock waves through my body as I cried out in genuine pleasure.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded.

“I want it,” I admitted, the words torn from me by the orgasm building as my balls tightened in anticipation. “Fuck me harder.”

He complied, his pace becoming almost brutal. I writhed under him, loving every second of his feral fucking.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his rhythm never faltering.

I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking in time with each frantic pump of his hips. The combination was overwhelming, pushing me toward the edge I craved.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

I couldn’t look away from the intensity in his eyes or the flush spreading across his cheeks. To my shock, I almost gasped, “Shaw,” out of actual enjoyment. That was a line I refused to cross. I wouldn’t sully him by dragging his name into the dark world of the Gennaro family.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

My orgasm hit with violent intensity, tearing through me with a force that left me arching off the desk. I came across my stomach and chest, the evidence of my pleasure spattering between us.

He followed moments later, burying himself deep while his release pulsed inside me.

For a dangerous moment, we stayed connected. The reality of our intimacy threatened everything I’d built to survive in Salvatore’s world.

It rattled me enough to push at his chest, breaking the spell. “Get off me.”

He complied, pulling out before sitting back on the edge of the desk. I sat up, ignoring the mess on my skin.

“Are you okay?” Shaw asked in a hoarse voice.

I laughed, the sound harsh in the quiet room. “It takes more than that to hurt me.” I had the deep scars on my back to prove it, which I angled my body to keep from his view. He didn’t need to know about that part of my life.

The pain in his eyes should have satisfied me as proof that I could maintain distance to protect us both. Instead, it was another crack in my carefully constructed walls.