You want to cum?

RYAN

The smirk vanished.

The air in the room shifted, thick with tension.

Ricardo wiped the corner of his mouth, checking for blood. Then, slowly, he looked up at me.

And then, he grinned.

“Well,” he mused, cracking his knuckles. “Now we’re talking.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, my pulse hammering. Every instinct screamed at me to stay on guard, to be ready for whatever he had planned next. But instead of lunging at me, Ricardo leaned back against his desk, “I like it,” he said, lifting his head. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

I gritted my teeth. “Don’t try that stunt with me again,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “I’m here to help, not to be your damn punching bag. I’m your damn doctor, and you need me.”

Ricardo’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it widened. “Need, huh? That’s a strong word.”

I rolled my shoulders, pushing down the frustration bubbling inside me. “Well, if you don’t, why did you ask me to stay?”

Ricardo didn’t reply, instead he studied me for a long moment, his gaze dragging over my face like he was looking for something. Then, out of nowhere, he laughed.

“Why the hell did you bring that bitch here?”

My vision went red.

Before I could stop myself, my fist connected with his jaw.

Ricardo barely flinched. His head snapped to the side, but when he turned back, his grin was still there… just a little wilder this time.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” I growled.

Ricardo chuckled darkly. “What? That she’s a bitch?”

I swung again, but this time, he was ready.

His fist crashed into my ribs, knocking the air from my lungs. Pain exploded through my side, but I didn’t stumble. Instead, I threw another punch, my knuckles slamming into his cheek.

He grunted. Then, without hesitation, he retaliated.

We went at it, fists flying, our bodies crashing against furniture. The room blurred around us, the only thing grounding me was the sheer force of the fight… the way our hits landed, the way neither of us was willing to back down.

Then suddenly, we were too close.

Chest to chest, breathing hard, our faces inches apart.

I could feel his breath against my lips, hot and uneven. My fists were still clenched, but I wasn’t throwing another punch. Neither was he.

My mind screamed at me to move… to step back, to break this moment before it turned into something else.

But I couldn’t.

And then, his lips brushed mine.

It was the lightest touch, but it sent a shock through my system.

I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve shoved him off.

But I didn’t.

I tried to resist. God, I tried.

But ever since that night… since the first time we crossed that line, I hadn’t been able to get it out of my head.

And now, with bruises marking our skin and our bodies pressed together, I stopped fighting it.

I kissed him back.

I didn't know what was happening.

One second, we were at each other's throats, fists flying, rage burning through me- and the next, his lips were on mine, hot and demanding.

The kiss was rough, desperate, like we were still fighting, just in a different way.

My hands, still clenched from the punches, found their way into his hair, gripping hard as he bit down on my lower lip. A sharp thrill shot through me, and I groaned into his mouth.

Then his hands were on me, tugging at my shirt, his fingers skimming over the bruises he'd just left on my ribs. I didn't stop him. I should've. But I didn't.

I pulled at his clothes too, my fingers fumbling with his belt, my mind

screaming at me to think, to stop this, but my body wasn't listening.

The last time we did this, I was the one in control. I was the one who had him beneath me, panting, cursing, gripping the sheets. But now?

Now, Ricardo spun me around, pressing me against the edge of his desk, his mouth trailing down my neck. My breath hitched.

Oh God.

He was going to…

I tensed. "Ricardo, stop…"

But his hand slid between us, slick with lube, and I shuddered as his fingers brushed over me. His other hand wrapped around my dick, stroking slowly, and a broken moan tore from my throat.

"Relax," he murmured against my ear. "I'll be gentle."

Gentle. The word shouldn't have made my stomach flip. But it did.

I should've pushed him away. I could've.

But when he pressed a finger inside me, I just gripped the desk harder, my jaw clenched.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, his breath hot on my skin.

I swallowed hard. "No," I gritted out.

Ricardo chuckled. "Good boy."

Fuck. Why did that make my chest tighten? Hated how much I didn't hate it. Hated how my body was betraying me, arching into his touch, heat coiling low in my stomach.

Then he was pressing against me, and I

braced myself…

A sharp gasp escaped me as he entered. slow and it burned, just for a second, before the pain melted into something else, something deeper. My fingers dug into the wood of the desk, my breath coming in ragged bursts.

Ricardo's hand slid around my hip, gripping me tight as he moved. Every thrust sent a jolt through me, pleasure and friction and pain, but I didn't tell him to stop.

No.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

I gritted my teeth, forcing my voice to steady. "My turn."

Ricardo stilled behind me, his breath hot against my neck. "What?"

Before he could react, I shoved back hard, knocking him off balance.

He stumbled, and I spun around, gripping his shoulders and slamming him against the desk.

"You don't get to call all the shots," I growled, my fingers digging into his skin.

Ricardo smirked, but it wavered when I dropped to my knees in front of him.

His breath hitched as I yanked his pants down further, and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was still hard, still slick from before, and I stroked him once, twice… just enough to make his hips jerk.

Then I stopped.

His jaw tightened. "Ryan…"

"You want to cum?" I tilted my head, my grip tightening just enough to make him groan. "Then you'll wait."

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to grab me, to take back control. But he didn't.

Good.

I stood, shoving him back onto the desk.

I didn't hesitate.

I pushed his legs apart, my fingers slick with lube as I prepped him.

He hissed, his muscles tensing, but he didn't tell me to stop.

"You feel that?" I muttered, pressing a finger deeper, watching his face. "That's what you did to me."