Chapter 7 #2
She tried to stop my hand from reaching higher by clenching her thighs, but I shoved my foot between hers, kicking them apart. I groaned when I encountered my cum still coating her supple skin. I dragged my fingers through the sticky mess to her core, finding her own wetness pooling there.
“Oh, princess. You can say no all you want, but you’re dripping for me.”
“That’s your disgusting leftovers from when you marked me like some kind of animal.” Her attempted snarl was breathless.
“Nice try,” I laughed softly. “This,” I said, dragging my finger through her slit before pushing inside, “is all you.”
She growled like the animal she just mentioned and shoved back, managing an inch of space before I had her back against the wall. I traced my tongue up her neck, shifting my hand wide over where I came between her legs.
“Did you like having my cum on you all night?” I asked, nipping her ear before soothing it with a sucking kiss. “I liked knowing it was there, dripping down the lush curve of your ass, keeping you from spreading those pretty thighs for anyone else.”
“It was disgusting.”
I snorted at her weak protest, knowing she meant it to be strong instead of a raspy whimper. “Hopefully you weren’t too sad about missing out on Ash because you won’t be fucking him ever again. You won’t be fucking anyone but me.”
She went still.
Her reaction sparked a sharp burn in my chest, fearing that the realization she wouldn’t be with Ash again drained the fight from her. I reached for another explanation instead—something easier to accept. Like maybe she was giving in to me.
And maybe…I was a fucking idiot.
She turned her head slowly, a predatory curve to her full lips that promised trouble as her gaze found mine. “Only for five years,” she taunted, reminding me of the stipulation in our contract. “Then I’ll fuck everyone but you.”
If I thought my control was gone before, I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Heat burned through me, my body vibrating with an animalistic instinct to claim, claim, claim.
She was mine.
I hooked my arms around her and lifted her clean off the floor, carrying her to my room.
She screamed and thrashed, fists striking uselessly, but I locked my grip and refused to let go.
I kicked the door shut behind me and crossed the room in three strides, tossing her onto the bed without ceremony.
She hit the mattress with a breathless oof, legs dangling. She moved to roll away, but I pinned her against the edge with my hips and hands planted firmly on her back.
“I won’t fuck you, you asshole.” Her shout carried a breathy excitement. “Not after the way you treated me.”
I didn’t bother responding. I caught the lace at her back and tore it open, the sound of ripping fabric far more satisfying than any reply.
“Lucian,” she shrieked. “This dress was expensive.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I growled, shoving the material down her arms.
“You’re a fucking barbarian. Get off me.”
“No.”
She screamed, kicking her legs and swinging ineffective fists.
All while I held her down with one hand and used the other to unfasten my pants.
My cock sprang free, and I groaned. My earlier orgasm had been more torture than pleasure.
Each jerk had brought me against her wet heat, teasing myself right alongside her.
The tension after that built through the night left me harder than before I came.
Our current battle and dubious consent sank deep into my blood, stirring a desperate need I couldn’t remember ever experiencing before.
“Lucian, I said no. Get off me. Get off.”
Impatient to have her naked, I broke through the zipper of her skirt, tugging it to pool at her feet.
Her hips jerked, trying to stop me from lining up my cock.
My muscles strained to hold her still, sweat beading at my brow.
I grunted when she landed a sharp kick to my ankle—almost calling it quits when she came close to injuring my balls, but catching the sheen of my cum on her ass made me more determined.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, the head of my cock lodged in the warm heat of her opening.
With Herculean effort, I refrained from shoving inside, folding my body over hers to whisper, “You did this, princess. You just had to keep pushing and pushing until I pinned you down and forced my cock up your tight little cunt. Didn’t you? ”
“No.” The scream tore from her throat, carrying more of a trembling plea rather than terror, sending bolts of anticipation down my spine.
We’d been playing with fire since the gala. At home, it turned into an inferno. The fight stopped being about words and started being about control. I trusted her to say the word if it went too far—but I wasn’t willing to risk it. “Color?” I asked softly, ready to stop.
She went still, and I held my breath, a thousand possibilities tearing through my mind.
God, please don’t make me stop.
I stood behind her, her pussy warm around the head of my cock, ready to fuck her until she forgot everything but the feel of me inside her.
I didn’t want to stop. I really, really didn’t want to stop.
But I would. Fuck, I would.
The longer she hesitated, the more I prepared to pull back.
I’d give her five more seconds—five agonizing seconds.
With a deep breath, I started counting.
Five.
Four.
Three and a half.
Three.
Two and a—
“Green,” she breathed.
I rammed inside her.
No warning. No teasing. No playing.
We didn’t need it. The entire night had been foreplay that bordered on edging.
“Oh, god,” she screamed, her hands fisting the comforter.
I pulled back until I rested at her opening and shoved back in.
“So fucking wet,” I grunted. “Desperate for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”
“Fuck. Off,” she said in time with my thrusts.
I laughed, licking the strained cord of her neck before biting, drawing another sharp, intoxicating cry.
I bit, sucked, and kissed from one side to the other as I rutted against her, giving into the beast thundering in my chest to take her—to ruin her.
“More,” I groaned. Thrusting a hand into her hair, yanking her head back, I used the other arm around her waist and hoisted her up onto all fours at the edge of the bed. “I need more.”
“Yes,” she sighed, the new position taking me deeper.
“Look at you taking my cock.” I turned her head to the mirror above my dresser. Her tits swayed to the rhythmic slapping of my skin hitting hers. “So fucking good. And that ass…” I reeled back, smacking the firm flesh, needing to mark her.
She moaned, and I did it again, and again, varying my strikes until her entire bottom glowed a stunning shade of red. I stared between the two rosy globes, watching my cock thrusting in and out of her, covered in her cum.
“Oh, fuck,” I rasped. The view stole my breath and scattered all rational thought—explaining the words that fell unbidden from my lips, desperate and unguarded. “If I ever craved anything, it’d be the sight of me sliding in and out of your tight cunt.”
“I want to see…please, Lucian.”
I’d hoped she hadn’t caught my unwilling confession—but the way she begged, so achingly beautiful, left no room for regret.
I flipped her to her back and gripped her thighs, yanking her back to the edge of the bed.
Her golden eyes flared with heat, loving my roughness.
Before sliding back home, I ripped off my shirt, needing to feel her skin pressed to mine.
“Watch me,” I commanded, lining myself up with her opening.
She rose on her elbows, obeying.
“Hold yourself open for me.”
A husky whine slipped free as her hand slid between her legs, parting the swollen lips of her pussy.
“Such a good girl,” I praised, dropping my thumb to her clit. She cried out, her head falling back, and I spanked her core in reprimand. “I said, watch me. No matter what.”
Her lips caught between her teeth, brows knitting as she focused. She jerked, sucking in a sharp gasp when I pressed my thumb to her clit, but didn’t look away as I slid inside, inch by inch.
“Oh, god. Oh, god, ohgodohdogohgod.”
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Let me inside your pretty little pussy. Let me stretch you wide and fuck you hard.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes. Please.”
I pulled out, resting the head of my cock at her entrance, and thrust in hard, making her tits bounce. “Yes, what?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Hard. Make me come, Lucian. Make me come, Sir,” she rambled, her words frantic with need.
The way Sir rolled off her tongue ripped a groan from my chest. I slid both hands to her thighs and held her wide, fucking her just like she begged for, so pretty.
The wet, sucking of her cunt rang like music to my ears, and curled around my balls, pulling tight, but I needed more. More of her. More connection to her.
I palmed one breast, circling my thumb over the rosy tip, and leaned down to swirl my tongue around the other, teasing her—making her beg for it.
“More. Do it,” she ordered. “God. Please. Bite me. Make it hurt.”
One more flick of my tongue before latching onto her nipple, pinning the hard nub between my teeth, and rolling. Her scream of ecstasy threatened to send me over the edge.
But I wasn’t ready for it to end.
The first time we fucked had been on my desk—unplanned and quick.
This time, I wanted to fuck all night, take our time, savor every second. I wanted to bury myself inside her and forget what it felt like to be apart.
While I moved from one breast to the other, gliding over every inch of skin in between, burning the taste of her into my memory, she did the same. She sucked and bit across my chest, shoulders, and neck. She licked her way to my ear, sucking the tender flesh.
I worked open-mouthed kisses up her neck, cresting her chin, stopping just before I reached her mouth, forcing myself back.
We ravaged each other like animals in heat, our bodies coated with sweat, mindless with desire. But not once did I lose myself enough to kiss her. She’d unleashed the beast inside me that wanted to rut against her until the end of time, but I couldn’t kiss her.
Maybe because that restraint contained the last shred of my control.
Maybe because I was so unleashed—lost in my desire, I feared what I’d give up or let in if I kissed her.
Either way, I held onto that final sliver, denying myself one intimacy while surrendering to everything else.
She raked her nails down my back, and I was done for—the sharp bite too much to resist. My cock ached from holding off my orgasm for so long. Tears streamed down her temples, each a silent testament to driving her to the edge and denying release.
“Please, Lucian. Please let me come. Let me come, Sir.” She dug her heels into my ass, and I couldn’t wait.
“Fuck. Yes, princess,” I grunted. “You beg so well.”
“Anything you want,” she gasped, her hips bucking beneath me.
“Squeeze me, baby. Come for me. Take my cum.”
One. Two. Three more thrusts. Her mouth parted in a silent scream, her nails gouging my shoulders.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Impossibly tight pulses of her cunt around my cock ripped my orgasm free—as violent and all-consuming as our fucking. Black tinged the edges of my vision, but I focused on her. On her rosy nipples, parted lips, and golden eyes that watched me as much as I watched her.
Every inch of my skin came alive with electrified pleasure as I emptied my cum inside her. I kept thrusting, not ready for the pleasure to end, giving every drop. I pulled back, watching my cock slowly sink in and out of her, my cum flooding free to coat her thighs, and I almost came again.
Fuck. Me.
For the second time today, I saw my cum marking her skin, and my heart froze in a free fall before thundering twice as hard.
The alarming sensation should have left me demanding space—for her to get dressed and sleep in her own room now that we were done. Instead, I found myself sliding my cock out, just to push my cum back inside, as if it didn’t belong anywhere else.
Instead, I moved her up the bed to my pillows and pulled her into my chest.
Instead, I muttered, “We’re done with your room. You’re staying here tonight.”
Yeah, I was fucked.