Chapter 5 Be My Secret Lover
She couldn’t respond; her mind was so clouded with bliss that her head fell back against the pillows, hiding her flushed face. Desperate for air, her body trembled, and then he flicked his tongue up between her legs again, teasingly asking, “Answer me.”
Her hips arched instinctively off the bed as she gasped, “Yes!”
The word escaped her almost in a sob, and the delight on his face only heightened her desire. She turned her head, and fought against giving him any further reason to torment her.
He kissed his way up her stomach slowly this time, gentle and loving. His warm breath tickled her skin as he traveled from her belly to her breasts, then up to her neckline. His mouth moved over her collarbone, sucking tenderly as she struggled to breathe.
He was reckless, devouring her skin as if he were starving for her taste. He placed soft kisses on her mouth before their eyes locked, and he murmured, “I love it when you whimper like this. The way you cry out my name.”
She felt the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach, and her body tightened in response. His hips moved against her, the heat of him rubbing between her legs, making her breath hitch.
“I want you to suck me, darling,” he commanded softly.
Her mouth suddenly felt dry, and she licked her lips, catching his attention. A smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he returned his gaze to her eyes.
His hardness pressed against her, thick and long, and she remembered how it felt inside her, a longing igniting within her.
His hand toyed with her nipple, teasing her as his mouth shifted back to hers, kissing her deeply.
“Next time, I’ll use some toys on you,” he said, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I still remember how you used to squirm like a fish out of water whenever I played with your cunt? You loved it, even though you used to get angry with me the next morning. Do you remember it?”
Stella’s features flushed crimson as memories surged within her—memories she could never forget because of his intensity.
He had a way of playing with her that left her breathless and sobbing.
Even when he preferred using his hands and mouth on her, he’d use toys several times during their intimacy.
Whenever he used those devices, it felt like a punishment wrapped in pleasure, overwhelming her senses until she could barely walk the next day.
Her body felt completely slack as those memories flooded back, and his mouth shifted down to her legs, trailing soft kisses towards her center.
“W-What are you doing?” She gasped, locking eyes with him, and he held her gaze, his expression intent.
“Please,” she begged in a delicate voice, “I want you inside me. I want you, please, Lucius.” She repeated it, her voice thick with longing.
Desire coursed through her veins, and when he finally took mercy on her, it was as if the world melted away.
He slid his trousers down and tossed them aside before turning his attention back to her. Stella’s breath caught as he moved closer, every nerve in her body alive beneath his touch.
For a moment, nothing else existed. There was only him, her, and the overwhelming pull between them.
His hand enveloped his hard length, guiding it slowly into her.
Stella trembled, her body shaking as he filled her completely, stretching her in ways she had forgotten.
The sensation was electric, igniting every nerve ending.
She hadn’t been with anyone in a year, and his intrusion felt both foreign and exhilarating.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, turning her face into her arm, biting down to stifle her cries.
He caught her chin, tilting her head back gently, his voice low and commanding. “Bite into my skin, darling. I want your marks all over me.”
Without warning, he slid into her, and her body yielded instantly, his girth stretching her as he began to thrust in and out.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, her body cramping and shaking, surrendering to his rhythm.
Each thrust pressed deeper, then pulled out before plunging back in, arching her body against the ground as she shivered and trembled.
“Mmmmhhhhh…” Helpless, she bit down on his arm, breaths escaping her lips in desperate gasps that filled the room. She struggled to grasp the overwhelming sensations, but he made it impossible to focus on anything but him.
As he drove into her, his movements were rough and fast. Her body quaked with every thrust, each entry igniting a fire deep within her. She felt herself slipping into complete submission, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Then, just as suddenly, he pulled out. In the next heartbeat, he flipped her onto her back, then turned her over, positioning her on her front.
She fell onto the bed, her body taut with anticipation, barely given a moment to comprehend what was happening before he thrust inside her from behind, lifting her hips to meet him.
He moved in and out of her repeatedly, each thrust quickening, and she fought to keep still, but it was futile.
“Ahhhh!” she cried out, her body responding instinctively.
He continued to thrust, not allowing her a moment to breathe, and soon she felt the wave of pleasure cresting. She came weeping around him, but he wasn’t finished; he delved deeper, shifting her onto her side and pulling her leg over his shoulder, exposing her further.
“AH!”
Once again, she cried out as he slid back inside her, his thick shaft penetrating deeply, filling her completely. Every inch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, and then his thumb found her sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking it expertly.
“Hahhh… Ah… Ahhh…” She surrendered to him entirely, her body quaking as another climax overtook her.
This time, she wasn’t the only one to reach that peak; he followed soon after, filling her completely before withdrawing, though he remained hard.
Lucius kissed his way up her leg, from her calf to her thigh, and finally to her stomach, pausing at her breast where he lavished attention.
She lay there, breathless and panting, while he appeared unaffected, his hands exploring her other breast, fingers teasing and stroking.
His mouth continued to suckle her nipple, and she felt herself trembling, giving in to his desires.
Then he entered her again, this time with a slow, gentle rhythm, allowing her to savor every moment of pleasure.
Stella shook beneath him, completely lost in the sensations. As he became more pleased, he pushed her over the edge once more, and she quivered on the bed, overwhelmed.
He showed no mercy; his pace quickened, becoming rougher and more primal, shifting from a gentle rhythm to an intense, animalistic drive.
He thrust in and out relentlessly, making her tremble and surrender completely.
Time became meaningless as night turned into morning, and all she knew was the pleasure he brought her—a pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced—and he still continued without pause.
***
Stella slipped on the heels she had worn the day before and adjusted her clothes, smoothing the fabric over her waist and straightening the hem of her dress.
She had just finished fixing her appearance when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against a hard chest.
Lucius lowered his head, his breath brushing against her ear.
“Why don’t you stay with me today?” he asked, his rough voice low and commanding despite its quietness. “Where are you going? Stay here. Spend the day with me.”
There was something unusually calm in his tone, something that made Stella pause. She turned her face toward him, glancing at him over her shoulder.
“I have a proposal for you.”
She slipped out of his arms and tried to take a step back, but Lucius caught her hand before she could put any distance between them. His fingers closed around her wrist, keeping her in place as he studied her face.
Stella looked directly into his eyes.
For a brief moment, a flicker of excitement moved through Lucius’s chest.
‘Is she going to ask me to get back together?’
The thought struck him with such force that his heart seemed to leap.
“I already have a man to spend the day with,” Stella said at last, her tone cool and matter-of-fact. “If you really want to be with me, you can spend the nights with me instead.”
She held his gaze for a moment before delivering her proposal.
“Why don’t you be my secret lover, Mr. Frost?”
Lucius stared at her, his expression turning blank as he struggled to process her words.
“I just need a man to have sex with,” she continued, her voice as calm as though she were discussing an ordinary arrangement. “If you agree, that man can be you.”
The faint excitement that had appeared in his eyes disappeared instantly. His expression changed, shock flashing across his face before being swallowed by something much darker.
Before he could answer, Stella’s phone that was resting on the bedside table began to buzz. Shane’s name appeared on the screen, along with a text message that was too small for him to read.
Stella stepped to the side, reaching for the phone, but Lucius caught her arm before she could take another step. He moved in front of her, blocking her path completely.
His gaze dropped to her face, fury burning in his eyes.
“Am I really that fucking insignificant to you?” he demanded, his voice low and edged with barely restrained rage. “Is that all I am in your eyes, Stella? Some man you can call whenever you need someone to warm your bed?”
His fingers tightened around her arm as he stepped closer, his entire body rigid with anger.
“You have him beside you every damn day, and you want me to take whatever scraps you’re willing to throw my way?” His jaw clenched. “You want me to hide in the shadows while he gets to have you openly?”
His hands shifted to her shoulders, holding her in place as he stared down at her.
“Tell me something.” His voice dropped, turning colder. “Do I mean so little to you that you can ask me to become the man you fuck behind his back?”