Alina's POV
A dark smirk curled my lips the moment the word left his mouth.
"Say it again," I ordered, voice low and sweet like poison.
Lucian's breath hitched. His hands trembled as they gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him. "I'll be a good boy," he rasped, desperate, starving. His lips brushed mine, hungry and pleading.
I let him taste me for one heartbeat—then shoved him hard. His back hit the mattress with a heavy thud. Before he could recover, I straddled his hips, pinning him down with my weight and my glare.
"Hands above your head," I snapped. "Don't you dare move them unless I say so."
He obeyed instantly, arms stretching up, fingers curling into the sheets. His cock was already rock-hard, flushed and leaking, twitching under my gaze. I could see how much he loved this—being helpless beneath me.
I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his thick length, and stroked him once, slow and cruel. His hips jerked up, chasing my touch.
