Chapter 25
Sadie
My lust is too powerful for me to feel shame as I nod.
“Speak to me, Sadie,” says Lucan. “Would you like me to fuck your perfect little stretched pussy, all ready for me?”
Though I’ll never be ready for him, I do want him. Regret can wait until tomorrow.
“Yes.” My voice is husky. “I’d like that.”
He draws his slick fingers from my pussy and turns me around to face him. Admiring my wetness drenching his fingers and hand, he smiles. He runs his tongue over his palm, tasting me.
“I want this every day for the rest of my life,” he says.
Lucan presses the pad of his thumb to my lips, leaving behind a wet print. He touches the spot with his tongue, and then kisses me deeply. I taste the musky tang of my cum.
“I’m taking you to my bedroom,” he says.
He picks me up like a groom with his bride, carrying me down another dark hallway. This place is a maze I’ve become lost in.
The master bedroom resembles the rest of his apartment, black and understated. I hardly register my surroundings though, because he’s placing me down, sliding his hands under what remains of my dress. He sweeps his palms over my nipples, making them harden.
With a jerk, Lucan tears the last threads of my underwear. The lacy scrap lands with my dress on the floor, and I’m naked except for my heels.
“Leave them on,” he says. “It’ll make it harder for you to get away once you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Oh god, is he serious?
My inexperience might make me blind to what’s really about to happen. The only sex I’ve had was very sedate. Polite even.
Nothing about Lucan is polite or sedate. Literally not a single thing.
This is all my fault. Despite every reason to give him a wide berth, I’m here in his bedroom, wearing only high heels and messy hair.
My voice wavers. “Do you have a condom?”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.” I pause. “Have you been—”
“Tested? I have. Have you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then I’m going to overflow your little pussy with my cum. That okay with you?”
My stomach jolts with excitement. “Yes.”
He unbuttons his shirt. My hands have a mind of their own as they reach for his tanned chest. The thud of his heart is like a drum behind his rock-hard pectorals.
His body ripples with his perfectly honed muscles, abdominals ending in the erotic V-shape. The line of dark hair leads past the band of his pants.
He leans down to steal a kiss from my mouth, while I’m hyperaware of him unzipping his pants and pushing them with his boxers past his thighs.
His cock springs forth, hitting my stomach and leaving a wet dab of pre-cum. Despite my pussy’s eagerness for him, I draw back in apprehension.
Genuinely, how will this work? It seems impossible. I nearly choked when he put it down my throat.
The anticipation skitters across my bare skin. I feel like I’m climbing to the peak of a rollercoaster, about to drop.
Lucan shoves my doubts to the side when he grabs my hips, lifts me higher, and throws me onto his bed.
I land on my back with a surprised gasp, and he’s on top of me before I can push myself up.
His hand snatches my wrists and pins them over my head, while his knee knocks my legs open, exposing me fully.
His cock digs into my hip like a threat. Maybe I’m as sick as he is, because a fresh torrent of wetness drips from my pussy.
My inner walls still ache from when he stretched me, but they hurt in a way that makes me want more. I feel empty down there, like I can only be filled by him.
“I’ll never let you go, Sadie,” he says. “I promise.”
My breath hitches when his mouth finds my nipple, his tongue flicking the pebble at an agonizingly pleasurable pace. Then without warning, he sinks his teeth into the vulnerable flesh, making me cry out in pain.
“Fuck!” I choke out.
The stubble on his chin feels like sandpaper against my breast, yet the contrast only intensifies the fire in me.
“Good,” says Lucan. “You’ve got a dirty mouth when you’re dying for my cock. Let me give you what you want.”
He’s pinning my wrists so hard that my hands are turning numb. Writhing, I try to free myself. He responds by snaking his other hand around my neck, squeezing the sides until my pulse thuds against his fingers.
“What I really want to hear from you is my name,” he says in that soft, deadly voice. “I’m going to make you scream it.”
From pain or pleasure?
I try to swallow, made difficult by his hold on me.
His erection rests on my stomach and god, it’s heavy.
“You’re perfect for me, Sadie,” he says. “I’m perfect for you. You’ll see.”
While he maneuvers his body, I desperately try to relax. If my muscles are tense, sex will hurt more.
But as he drags his hand from my throat and down my quivering body to reach for his cock, my core clenches involuntarily. Relaxing is impossible.
This is really going to happen. I’m going to have sex with Lucan. My mind’s a hazy, aroused, fearful mess, and my body’s on fire with wanting.
Maybe once we’ve had sex, the unholy attraction between us will end. We’ll have fed the beast.
Lucan lines up the slick head of his cock against my drenched slit. I’m too swollen and flushed and wet to pretend I want out. He releases my wrists, and my hands bunch the bedsheets to prepare.
“Ready, beautiful?” he asks.
He holds my chin, his face inches from mine, like he doesn’t want to miss a single reaction he causes in me.
There’s a moment then. I’m caught off guard and it has nothing to do with our physical forms. His blazing eyes delve into mine, passionate and wild. In my state of unhinged desire, I allow him in.
If eyes are windows to what lies within, his soul brushes up against mine. I can tell he feels it too, by the way he pauses for a second as if in awe.
“Sadie,” he whispers.
Then the moment ends, our connection becoming physical and heated again. Lucan drives his cock into me, pulling a cry from my throat. He splits me in the most delicious way, my entrance searing with pain as my body struggles to accommodate him.
I moan. “Oh god, oh god.”
“Close,” he growls into my ear.
He slams into me with another long, hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re so fucking tight it’s going to kill me. Your little cunt feels so good clinging to my cock.”
Through the fiery heat and pain and delirium, some animal side of me enjoys being so thoroughly crammed full by him. It feels intimate in the most primal way to let the man who stalked me take my body for his pleasure and mine.
“Eyes on me.” He pumps into me with a brutal rhythm. “Tell me how it feels when I fuck you.”
My teeth click together with every thrust, interrupting my speech. “Like you’re breaking me.”
“You can take it, sweetheart. You’re doing amazing.” He licks a bead of sweat from my forehead. “Wrap your legs around me while I make you mine.”
My legs obey of their own accord, linking at my ankles to brace me to him. My trembling hands skate up his chest and neck, my fingers threading the damp hair on his crown and tugging. Lucan’s pushing me to the brink and yet I want more.
The veins in his arms protrude as he increases his pace, urging himself further inside of me. The base of his cock expands me, his balls hitting my soft flesh with every thrust.
Glancing down, I see his shaft sliding in and out of me. The pink skin of my opening grips tightly around his erection as he pumps. He glistens with my wetness.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he says through gritted teeth. “Your cunt was made to take me.”
My inner walls give way to him, thrust by thrust. The pool of aching pain in my core brims increasingly with pleasure. I’m so wet that my thighs are drenched halfway to my knees.
I struggle to handle the sensations, which are good and painful and just everything. Lucan switches between kissing me, almost choking me with his tongue, and gripping my hair at the base of my skull. The heat rises in me, building to an unbearable degree.
“Come for me, beautiful.” His voice is rougher around the edges than before, like he’s losing control and can’t regain it. “I wanna feel you coming.”
The base of his cock repeatedly colliding with my engorged clit sends me over the edge. My core erupts, the heat spilling over in toe-curling ecstasy.
“Lucan!” I cry out.
With his shaft filling me, the climax is so intense I see stars. His cock becomes more rigid as the sensation echoes in me. I realize my fingernails are shredding his back.
“Oh god,” I gasp. “Lucan. Fuck.”
He keeps thrusting into me, running his tongue over my temple to catch another trickle of perspiration. Even as the orgasm subsides, the intensity of having sex with him only climbs.
“You came so hard for me,” he says. “How did it feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Good girl. Now I really get to play.”
Lucan pushes my thigh into the sheets and puts my other leg over his shoulder, gliding his cock into me at a new angle. He’s so deep that he reaches raw places that send little zaps of electricity through me. The sheet beneath my ass is soaked.
“Sadie.” He says my name like a warning. “You should tell me to stop.”
But he doesn’t stop or slow down, and I don’t tell him to. I’m past being able to speak anyway, plastered to the bed while he drills me into oblivion. He snaps and jerks his hips against me like he can’t get enough.
“Fuck,” he grunts out.
His movements are sharper, his breathing uneven. He no longer seems capable of coherent speech, communicating via rough movements instead. Sweat sheens his chiseled torso, and his muscles bulge as he uses every part of his body to get closer to mine.
My leg hinged against his shoulder moves with his thrusting. A sob escapes me as he turns his face to sink his teeth into my calf. It’s like he wants to get closer to me than our bodies will allow.
Then he folds me in half, his cock hitting my most tender depths, and kisses my mouth. Our teeth and tongues clash because the sex is too messy to kiss sweetly.
“Fuck, Sadie,” he groans into my mouth.
He buries himself so deep in me that our bodies are flush, his cock spearing my core to the highest point. My fingernails dig into his shoulders and my breaths come out in gasps. It’s like we’ve melted together, fused by carnal desire.
Lucan’s entire body turns rigid, the veins in his arms and V-muscle stark against his skin. He unleashes inside of me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. He keeps pumping until I overflow, his cum mixing with my juices and drenching the bed.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” he mutters into my ear, grasping at my neck and hair. “I could fuck you forever.”
Jaw clenched, he strokes his cock back and forth, making my pussy tingle with pleasure. A deeper, sweeter, unfamiliar feeling spreads through my body from my chest outward. Maybe it’s relief.
The desperate tension ebbs from Lucan’s body, though his cock stays hard. He holds himself inside of me like we’re one person. It should feel invasive, and it sort of does, but it also feels good.
My limbs are weak, my head dizzy. I can do nothing except drift in this strange, warm, suspended place shared only by Lucan and me. His hands, which have beaten a man to death, toy with my hair and trace my jaw like he’s trying to memorize every fraction of me.
I notice he avoids looking into my eyes though. For him, that’s highly unusual. He’s normally trying to read my thoughts through my retinas.
The energy between us has shifted somehow. Maybe I was right about our unholy connection dissolving after sex. Maybe tomorrow he’ll act like we’re strangers.
That’s what I want, isn’t it? For him to leave me alone?
I let my stalker stretch my pussy and fuck me. I moaned his name while I came on his cock. I’ve really outdone myself with bad decisions this time.
When our breathing returns to normal, Lucan rolls onto his side and takes me with him, so that we face each other. His hand slithers under the pillow, my neck resting on his huge bicep while he pulls me close.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
Unable to speak, I simply nod.
“You are unbelievable,” he says. “You did so fucking well.”
He still doesn’t try to meet my eye though. He just holds me instead, inhaling my hair every so often like he needs a hit, while my leg radiates heat where he sank his teeth into me. His fingers stroke my back and gently massage my neck, making me melt into the mattress.
As my body winds down, my thoughts crank up again. I dwell on everything he said about me belonging to him. With any other man, I would dismiss it as mere talk.
But as I’ve quickly discovered, Lucan means what he says and then some. It’s part of what makes him so terrifying.
He stalked me before he even knew me. Either he loses all interest now, or things are about to escalate, and I’ll have no one to blame but myself.