Chapter 24
Sadie
Lucan’s pupils dilate to infinite black pools.
With his hand in my hair, I can only break his gaze if I close my eyes. But I’d rather die than give him the satisfaction of appearing more afraid than I already do.
Reaching for his wrist, I try to tug him away, but it’s like grappling with corded steel.
As he speaks, his breath skims my cheek. “I would do so much for you, Sadie.”
Unable to shake my head under the strength of his grip, I’m forced to talk.
“Would you let me go?” I ask through gritted teeth.
He flashes his sharp canines. “If I thought you wanted me to.” He sends a controlled stream of air down my bare neck, turning my insides molten. “But you don’t. You want me to fuck you. You want me to claim what’s mine.”
Lucan pushes his erection hard against my hip. The memory of his cock in my mouth sends a hot, conflicted spasm through my core.
Having sex with Lucan is a terrible idea. I should be trying to evade him, not let him closer. Sex would be one more way he has intruded on me and my life.
Plus he’s so big he would hurt. I don’t know if he’d be able to get inside, let alone make it feel good for me. Yet the throbbing between my legs says I want him to try anyway.
“Sex won’t make me yours,” I say.
“Right.” His cock flexes against my trapped body. “You’re already mine. Sex is just for us. It’s for the pleasure of feeling your sweet little pussy clench around me. The pleasure of hearing you shout my name while I fill you with my cum. Of seeing your beautiful face while you beg for more of me.”
As he speaks, his mouth drifts closer to mine in a slow, deliberate drop.
My lips tremble, like I can already taste him. “Nothing you can do will make me beg.”
“Sadie, you don’t know what I can do.”
The floor tilts as something solid and grounding inside me succumbs to the mayhem of desire.
The instant before his mouth makes contact with mine, a victorious smile ghosts across his face.
I let him kiss me. His lips are hot and hungry, driving mine apart and sliding his tongue into my mouth. My pussy pulses with longing, even as my mind screams not to let him closer.
I should run, because Lucan doesn’t understand moderation. He’s going to eat me whole.
His tongue massages mine, dipping right to the back of my throat. He tastes like whiskey and tobacco.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he wrenches me clean off the floor. I kick in panic at the loss of control. My high heels strike his shins and knees, but he seems immune to it.
As he carries me down the hallway, he speaks with a growl into the shell of my ear.
“I’ve waited a long time for this. For you. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life.”
A thrill of unease ripples through me. A long time. I haven’t even known him a long time.
But he’s known me. He’s watched and waited and planned for me. It’s horrifying, sickening, and I shouldn’t be turned on, but I am.
The soles of my shoes touch the tiles again, and he spins me around to face the floor-to-ceiling window before us.
In the reflection, his eyes look at me instead of the town view beyond the glass. The gentle glow of the lights glances off the silky fabric of my gown and his white teeth. The darkness of his home behind us swallows the rest.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he says with my back pinned against his body by his firm hold.
My tailbone aches where his cock grinds into me. “I’m not yours.”
“You don’t understand, sweetheart.” His teeth graze my neck, as if he’s restraining himself from tearing right into me. “You make it sound like a challenge.”
Lucan’s fingertips dig into my thigh as he drags up my dress, sending tingles down my legs. Near the top, he pulls the fabric, ripping it to expose my body from the hips down. My underwear suddenly feels like thin armor against an invader.
“I’ll buy you a new dress,” he says. “I’ll buy you a thousand. One will be white.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” I manage to gasp out.
A rumble of laughter vibrates through his chest into my back. “No. You need to catch up.”
“Go to hell.”
His eyes glitter in the reflection. “Before I sink my cock into you, you need to be ready for me. I’m going to stretch your tight, pretty cunt first. We’re both going to watch your pink lips wrap around my fingers.”
God, will that work? I can’t imagine ever stretching enough to take him without agony. Lucan’s anatomy is built to ruin.
My head spins with nerves and anticipation as he pulls my sodden underwear to the side. He grunts into my ear when he feels my arousal, leisurely circling his fingertips over the slick folds like he owns them.
He’s disgusting. I should close my eyes, I should push him away.
But I don’t.
“You feel so soft,” he murmurs. “You’re going to feel like warm silk around my cock.”
With a teasing pressure, his middle finger comes to rest at the bottom of my wet entrance. His erection twitches against my back as he runs his finger to my clit, pleasure lancing into me. He pauses there, steadily pressing the firm, pulsing bud, coaxing an involuntary moan from me.
Though I catch myself, it’s too late.
“Good,” he says. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
His foot knocks against my inner ankle, parting my legs and nearly making me fall. With his arm still snaked around my waist like a vise, he holds me steady.
“It’s one-way glass,” he says. “No one can see you except me and you. The way it’s meant to be.”
When he enters me, I expect harshness, like his ragged breath on my neck. But instead he slides his finger into my pussy slowly, adoringly.
Biting my bottom lip, to stop the moan threatening to burst from my throat, my eyelids close. I let the back of my head tip against his muscle-bound shoulder.
He pushes his finger past the second knuckle, stroking my flaming inner walls. “Eyes open, pretty girl. Watch what I’m doing to you. Watch how your little pussy stretches for me.”
Unable to form an objection, I open my eyes.
My pink folds shine in the glass as he positions a second finger to push inside me.
“Fuck.” He angles his fingers to drive them further. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
He starts moving his fingers rhythmically, building a fire in my core.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough in my ear. “Take a deep breath for me.”
I wonder why, but I find out when he inserts a third finger while barely slowing the thrusting.
Groaning, my back arches from the sting of the intrusion. He doesn’t pause, entering a fraction further with every thrust, stretching my aching pussy just like he promised he would.
“How does it feel?” he asks.
“A lot,” I gasp. “It feels like a lot.”
“Do you want more?”
My head feels light from my rapid breathing.
He thrusts harder, faster. I dig my fingertips into his tensed forearm wrapped around my waist, vaguely aware that I’d fall if he let go.
My knees buckle and the fire in me roars. He’s going to make me come.
“Do you want more?” he repeats. “Do you want to come for me?”
I grimace, knowing he can feel me on the edge. My muscles press around his fingers as he drives into me with devastating precision.
How can he make it feel so good? It’s not fair.
“Yes,” I whine, the pressure building.
I’ll come soon, whether I try to hold off or not. My stinging, throbbing pussy seems to want nothing more than to be stuffed by Lucan’s hand. My hips jiggle up and down under his firm grip, like I want to get away from him just as much as I want more.
“Watch,” he commands. “I want you to watch yourself come on my hand.”
As I pant, the sight of his fingers drilling into my tender flesh compounds both the pain and pleasure. My wetness spreads beyond my swollen pussy to my inner thighs and slicks Lucan’s hand.
His three fingers sink into me to his second knuckles. The strain on my opening shoots hot zings into me, stoking the orgasm gathering in my core.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Please what, beautiful?”
I don’t even know.
Please stop. Please make me come. Please fuck me. Please let me go. Please forget me, and let me forget you.
My body answers for me, the orgasm swelling under the pressure of his smooth, relentless thrusting.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says with a clenched jaw, like he’s holding himself back from drilling me harder. “You’re an angel.”
I inhale sharply as the lava in my core overflows. My pussy clenches and convulses around Lucan’s fingers buried inside of me, his unyielding presence forcing the climax to intensify. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy crash through me, each bigger than the last.
With his eyes glued to me in the reflection, Lucan continues stroking in and out as my orgasm fades. The hot glow still radiates from my core, wanting more of him. If he keeps going, I know I would come again soon.
“You did well, beautiful girl,” he says. “So fucking well. Now I’m going to give your ravenous cunt what it really needs. Would you like that?”