Chapter 30
Imogen
My head is spinning. Legs shaking. Endorphins charging around my body at lightning speed. I cling to Lincoln’s neck, inhaling
his unique fresh scent, as he carries me upstairs—to bed I hope, to finish what he started. To deliver on his promise to fuck
me. He’s made my body do things I had no idea it was capable of. He took off my panties at some point, and the sticky residue
of what he just did to me in the library clings to the top of my thighs, still seeping out of me now.
He walks into my room rather than his and lays me down gently on the bed. I gaze up at him through hooded eyes. I’ve felt
the length of him through his pants and he seems so big I’m not sure how he’ll fit inside me. But I’m desperate for him to
try anyway.
I lick my dry lips. “Can I see you, sir? All of you.”
“You want to see all my scars, angel?”
I nod. “Yes, sir.” It’s intoxicating, knowing that this powerful man will do as I ask, simply because I ask him to. I could
get drunk on this feeling alone.
Slowly he peels his T-shirt off over his head, and when he lifts his arms I can fully see the extent of scarring on his right side.
It’s covered in thick white knots and patches of skin that look like they’ve been through a meat grinder yet somehow stayed intact.
From the top of the underside of his biceps wrapping almost halfway across his chest and disappearing beneath his waistband.
All of it is covered in thick black tattoos, roses and vines and chess pieces, stark against his mottled skin.
He tosses the T-shirt onto the floor and his eyes lock on mine before his hands drop to his belt.
Tantalizingly slow, he unbuckles it and then pulls it through the loops.
The sound makes me shiver with pleasure.
“Spread your legs for me. Let me see the mess we made of your sweet pussy while I strip for you.”
I bite my lip, spreading my thighs wide. The metallic sound of his zipper makes me tremble. Then he reaches into his pants
and pulls out his dick. Oh, dear lord, it’s huge. He wraps his hand around the base of his shaft, lined with thick veins,
until a bead of pearly cum forms on the purple head of him.
My pulse spikes and I suck in a breath that makes him smirk. “I’ll make it fit, baby.”
I have no idea how, but I believe him. And more importantly, I trust him not to hurt me. Which is ironic, isn’t it? Given
how I came to be here. I should be afraid of him, of this giant bear of a man and his huge muscles, a man who could so easily
overpower me at any moment he chooses. I should be terrified of his promise to not be gentle, and whether that means he’ll be rough with me and it will hurt. But I’m not.
He tugs on his shaft and grunts with pleasure. A pang of jealousy lances through me. I want his grunts and groans for my own.
I want to be responsible for his pleasure. Does he feel the same way about mine? “Please, sir?” I whimper.
He tuts. “So impatient.” Then he pulls off his pants, yanking his boots and socks off along with them. He crawls over me,
running his nose over my ankle, my calf, the inside of my thigh, his thick dark hair brushes over my wet center and I gasp
aloud at the unfamiliar but incredibly erotic sensation. “Needy little angel.”
Needy? I’m practically vibrating with desire.
Lincoln’s mask and clothes might be gone, but his control isn’t.
He has the patience of a man who wants to memorize every inch of my skin.
He nudges the tip of his nose at the apex of my thighs and I squeal, but he quickly moves on, tongue swirling over my stomach and then the tiny scars from the keyhole surgery the Brotherhood forced upon me.
I hate those scars and what they represent, but his attention makes even them feel like a beautiful part of me.
Then he finds my nipples, which weren’t aching until he touched them .
. . and now, now they feel like they have a heartbeat all their own. I didn’t know nipples could do that.
He settles between my thighs, notching the head of his giant dick at my entrance. I buck my hips a little, chasing the relief
I know he can so easily give me. “I can’t get pregnant, sir,” I assure him. The Brotherhood made sure of that.
“I know, angel.” He drags his teeth over my collarbone before staring into my eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes. Absolutely sure.”
He sinks the tip of his cock inside me, and as much as he prepared me with his fingers, this is a whole new level of ecstasy,
laced with a burning pain that makes me feel alive. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, the words sounding like
they’re being torn from his throat.
“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t help it.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “It’s not a complaint, baby. You feel so good I might come as soon as I get all the
way inside you.”
I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders, desperate for him to finally lose the control he’s been so tightly clinging to,
and even more importantly, to lose it for me. “I want all of you,” I whine.
“Yeah?” he growls.
“Yes, sir.”
He sinks deeper. “Then take me. Take every fucking inch of me.”
“Linc!” I cry his name into the darkness as he fills me completely and my entire body is burning with hot desperate need. My nails dig into his shoulder blades while he stretches me wider than I imagined possible.
“Good girl,” he soothes. “See how well you’re taking my cock. It’s like you were made for me.”
I melt under his praise, so overwhelmed with feeling that tears squeeze from my eyes. He kisses them away. “Are you okay?
Do you need me to stop?”
I shake my head vehemently. “No, sir. Please don’t. It feels . . . so good. So much.”
He buries his head in the crook of my neck. “My good girl,” he soothes. “Just hold on to me and I’ll take care of you.”
I cling to him and he fucks me hard, driving his huge dick in and out of me. And I have never felt anything so all-consuming,
such a mind-altering euphoria in my whole life. And if enjoying this means I go to hell, then I’d gladly spend an eternity
with the devil for the promise of a life filled with this.
He kisses my neck and rolls his hips and I see stars. Another orgasm crashes over me, unexpected and glorious.
“There she is,” he grunts. “My needy girl.”
Then he pushes himself up and throws my legs over his shoulders. His hair falls, covering his eyes as he looks down at me,
wild with untamed desire.
Wow, he is truly beautiful.
He sinks into me, getting deeper in this position and rubs my sensitive swollen clit with his thumb.
“Linc,” I whine. No, I can’t come again. My body won’t survive it. But I do. Overstimulated and insanely sensitive, another
climax shakes the breath from my body.
“It’s okay,” he soothes. Then he rocks his hips once, twice more before he throws his head back and roars his release, like
he’s just given me everything he’s spent years holding back. Like I just unraveled him.
Me. The girl who was always overlooked and forgotten. Now she’s seen.