8. Lucy
Lucy
S lowly, I go to him.
My heart's in my throat. Adriano is death and sin.
He's danger and lust. I hate him, and I'm drawn to him all at once.
I grew up liking preppy rich boys with nice parents and a trust fund.
Adriano's none of that. Where they were clean, he's filth.
Where they were well-mannered, Adriano's a beast. And I want him even more for how wrong he is.
I stop a few inches from him.
"Tell me," I whisper, mouth watering as I stare into his deep, dark eyes.
"Hands behind your back."
"What?"
He cranes across his desk and plucks something from a top drawer. "Don't make me repeat myself, love." He holds up something black and plastic. I frown slightly, confused.
"And what happens if I do it?"
"If you obey, love, I'm going to use you."
My heart rate instantly doubles. I feel dizzy with excitement. "Use me how?"
"However I want. I'm going to use you, and when I'm done, I'll decide if you've earned a little truth. Are you willing to play?"
Yes. Fuck, yes. But no, god, no. I should get away from here as fast as I can. Playing with this man is like sucking on a loaded gun.
I should be putting distance between us if I'm going to survive marrying him.
Instead, irrationally, stupidly, I obey.
I put my hands behind my back.
“Now what?” I whisper.
He pulls me closer. I gasp slightly as he wraps the plastic cord around my wrist, slips one end into the other, and tightens it.
Oh, shit. It’s a zip tie, and now my hands are bound behind my back.
My eyes go wide as he takes me by the hair.
“Now you get on your knees,” he says, his other hand unbuckling his belt. He yanks me closer to him, his mouth pressing to my ear. “The safe word is lightbulb . Say it back to me.”
“Lightbulb.” I practically moan the word. A fucking safe word ? I’ve never needed one of those before.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
There’s no turning back now.
“That’s my good little slut.” He pulls back, and I think he’s going to kiss me.
Instead, he finishes taking off his belt and shoves his thumb into my mouth.
“Now you’re going to get down on your knees, and I’m going to fuck your face.
You’re going to get all messy and sloppy.
You’re going to gag, and you might fucking cry.
But I won’t stop until I’ve gotten what I want from you.
Do you hear me, little slut? Say yes, sir if you understand. ”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble. I lick the tip of his thumb. It’s salty and rough with a hint of whiskey bite.
“That’s my girl.”
He forces me down to my knees. I whimper as he takes his cock from his pants. I keep thinking lightbulb, lightbulb, lightbulb, except instead of saying it, I open my mouth.
“Look at you,” he purrs. “So fucking eager.” He holds me by the hair and grips his thick, veiny cock with his fist. “You’re so pretty, Lucy. You’ve been a good girl all your life, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, breathing fast. “I’ve been so good.”
“You follow all the rules. You listen to your grandmother and respect your elders. I bet nobody would ever picture you down on your knees like this, sucking my cock.”
Oh my god. He’s right. I’m little Lucille, upper crust, perfect breeding, wonderful grades, a good family name. Nobody would ever imagine me with my hands zip-tied and a mafia don’s cock in my mouth.
But I fucking want it.
His grip on my hair tightens. I lean forward, whimpering, as I brush the tip of his crown across my cheek. It leaves a smear of precum on my skin. Slowly, it reaches my mouth, and I lick the very tip, tasting him. More salt, nice and warm.
“That’s my good slut,” he murmurs. “Now take more. Go on, I know you know what to do. You’re so eager, aren’t you? You love being down on your knees.”
“I love it,” I moan and take him into my mouth.
I suck him, licking in sloppy circles, and go as deep as I can before pulling back.
I gasp and stare up into his hooded eyes.
He’s so beautiful, dark and terrifying, and all I want is to please him.
I want him to use me, destroy me, ruin me. Make me his good little slut.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, voice caught in heaven and dripping with hell. I suck him, and he pushes me down by the hair, pulling me back again, hips thrusting into my lips.
He fucks my mouth like he promised, and I can barely keep up.
I gag, choke, and my spit rolls down his shaft.
It pools on his balls and drips onto the floor.
I can’t do anything about it, though. My hands are behind my back.
If I could, I’d be neater, cleaner, I’d go slow and make eye contact, but I’m not Lucy right now.
No, I’m something else.
I’m his .
“Good slut,” he says, pulling back, his tip leaving my mouth with a pop.
“Look at you.” He smears himself across my lips and cheek again.
“Marked by me. Owned by me.” He slides his cock in deep and makes me gag.
This time, tears spring into my eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re so pretty when you start to cry, baby. ”
I moan as I suck him, gagging and wild, mindless with how many lines I’ve just crossed. I spread my legs, desire oozing in my core, my heart hammering like crazy. I want him and need him, and god, I want to be good for him. I want him to use me up and leave me groaning on the floor.
I whimper as he fucks my mouth and uses me.
“You filthy fucking girl,” he moans. “Down on your knees. Hands behind your back. Your mouth spread wide and gaping. So fucking messy. All fucking mine. You want to be a good slut for me, don’t you?
You’ll do anything to get a taste. It’s fucking pathetic how needy you are, and it only makes me want to ruin you more, my little slut. ”
He pulls back suddenly and drags me to my feet. I’m moaning as he rips up my dress and pins me face-first against his desk. My hands remain behind my back, and he rips off my panties until my bare, slick pussy is exposed to him.
“So fucking wet,” he says, spreading my ass and licking me from behind.
“Oh, shit,” I moan. “Oh my god.” My cheek sticks to a leather mat. Pleasure rips into my core. “Is this what you wanted from me?”
“I want what’s mine.” He grips my hair and my wrists, then yanks me against him.
His cock sinks in to the hilt.
I moan, back arching. Shit, that feels so fucking good. I’m right on the edge, my brain a fried mess of degraded longing and lust. He slams into me again, and again, telling me how beautiful I am with his cock choking me, and that’s enough to make me break.
I shatter all over his dick. I come so hard I nearly black out. He keeps ripping into me again and again, fucking me savagely, calling me his little slut, until I feel him stiffen and fill me to the brim.
I’m left gasping for air. I blink rapidly, staring at the wall, and for a second, I think he’s leaving me there. But then I feel him gently cut off the zip tie and release my wrists.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, pulling me into his arms. He carries me to the couch, and we lower down together, me cradled in his lap. “You did very, very good, Lucy. So fucking good. You’re such a good girl.” He strokes me softly and kisses my neck, his strong, warm arms holding me tight.
The whiplash breaks my brain, and I start sobbing in earnest.
Mouth fucked, throat choked, hands tied, I could handle all that.
But holding me? Telling me I’m good after all that? Stroking my hair and being so gentle?
“I’m sorry,” I sob and bury my face in his chest. “I don’t know why I’m reacting this way.”
“It’s okay, baby, let it out.” He holds me tighter, rubbing my back in small circles. “It’s just the emotions hitting you, that’s all. But I need you to know it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re so beautiful and good. You don’t have to worry.”
I nod against him, struggling to get control. After a few minutes, I manage to calm down, until finally, I pull back.
He cleans me with tissues. It’s so soft and caring. He looks at me like I’m special, and I don’t know how to connect the dark, brutal angel I saw downstairs with this man.
“I guess that was unexpected,” I say, smiling a little bit.
“Maybe to you, but I knew what I wanted the second I saw you back in my club.” His smile is soft as he puts me down on the couch. He goes over, gets my panties, and helps me put them back on. Then he goes and fixes two drinks.
I sip the whiskey. It helps me level out.
“Did you have that zip tie in your desk waiting for me?” I ask when he sits back down.
“I always have at least one on hand.” His smile fades, replaced by that cold scowl again. “Now I owe you a little truth.”
I sit up straight. This is why I came here. Or maybe I already got what I actually needed. “What did my grandmother do?”
“She took money from some very bad people. Their organization is called the Gray Wolf. They’re a Turkish crime syndicate that specializes in black market artifacts.
A lot of people in your world know them and traffic in their stolen treasures.
I don’t know why, but your grandmother must’ve taken out a sizable loan. ”
I try to process that. Gray Wolf, Turkish criminals, stolen artifacts. It sounds like something from a movie.
Except it feels vaguely familiar.
Not the black market stuff, but the borrowed money.
“We’ve been having financial problems,” I say, looking down at my drink.
I slowly shake the ice and let it rattle against the glass.
“It was bad enough that even I realized something was going on. But then it went away. Our finances stabilized. My brother stopped stressing so much.” I meet Adriano’s gaze.
“That must’ve been when she took the loan. ”
“That could be,” he admits. “Their leader, Demir Yilmaz, came to warn me away from getting involved with your family. He didn’t seem happy about our relationship.”
I frown a little and shake my head. “I have no clue why.”
“I doubt it’s only about money. Demir knows I can pay him back if that’s all it takes. I suspect your grandmother knows the truth, but she didn’t say anything.”
An ugly thought occurs to me. “Does that mean you’re not going to?—”
“Nobody alive can change my mind with a threat. If I want to marry you, I will.”
I have to look away again. The intensity of the way he’s looking at me sends shivers down my spine. “I guess this is really happening.”
He comes over and pulls me to my feet. Then he lightly brushes his lips against mine.
“This is happening,” he says with a vicious smile. It’s terrifying and arousing, and I feel myself tumbling, free-falling through horror and excitement.
I extract myself and make excuses. My head’s full, and I don’t want to stay out too late. “I need to get back before my grandmother notices.”
“Luca will drive you this time.” His face hardens when I open my mouth to protest. “He will drive you. No excuses.”
I leave his office. I got what I came for and a lot more.
Now a new mystery is opening itself. I need to figure out what’s going on with this Demir Yilmaz guy and what it has to do with me.