Chapter 34
Seraphina
The moment the front door slams behind us, Lucien’s hands are on me, pushing me against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. His mouth crashes against mine, tasting like victory and sweat and something darker and far hungrier.
“Fuck, you were gorgeous out there,” I gasp when he finally lets me breathe. My fingers tangle in his damp hair, still wet from the locker room shower. “That final shot—”
His teeth graze my bottom lip, cutting off my words. “Everyone saw you,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “I fucking love owning you.”
I arch against him, my body already aching for his touch. “I wanted them to see. I wanted everyone to know exactly who I was there for.”
Something primal flashes in his eyes. In one fluid motion, he hoists me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me through the house. The championship trophy is still clutched in his other hand, abandoned on the kitchen counter as we pass.
“Bedroom,” I demand, my mouth finding the sensitive spot just below his ear. “Now.”
He laughs, the sound dark and promising as he kicks open his bedroom door. “So impatient, Little Sinner.”
He tosses me onto the massive bed, and I bounce once before propping myself up on my elbows. The jersey rides up my thighs, exposing the edge of my lace panties. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight.
“Keep it on,” he orders, his voice dropping, and it make my core clench. “I want to fuck you while you’re wearing my name.”
I sit up, deliberately slow, and run my hands down the front of the jersey. “Like this?” I ask, my voice honey-sweet with false innocence. “Or did you have something else in mind?”
He’s on me in an instant, pinning me back against the mattress with his weight. His cock presses against my thigh through his jeans, hard and insistent.
“You know exactly what I have in mind,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck. “You’ve been teasing me all fucking game with those looks, that little smile every time I pointed at you.”
I moan as his teeth find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. “You liked showing me off,” I accuse, my hands already working at his belt buckle. “Making sure everyone knew I was yours.”
“Damn right I did.” He captures my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. “And now I’m going to show you exactly what happens when you look at me like that in public.”
His free hand slides under the jersey, finding my breast through my bra. He palms me roughly, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardens beneath the fabric. I arch into his touch, a whimper escaping my lips.
“Please,” I gasp, trying to free my wrists from his grip. “Lucien, I need—”
“What do you need?” he demands, his voice a dark caress against my skin. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
I struggle against his hold, loving the way his muscles flex as he keeps me pinned. “I need you to fuck me. Now. Hard. I don’t want gentle.”
His eyes flash with something dangerous and hungry. “Since you asked so nicely...”
He releases my wrists only to flip me over onto my stomach. My face presses into the mattress as he yanks my hips up, positioning me on my knees. The jersey rides up around my waist, exposing my ass clad in nothing but a black thong.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hand coming down hard on my ass cheek. The slap echoes through the bedroom, followed by my sharp gasp. “So fucking perfect. All mine.”
I push back against his hand, seeking more. “Again,” I demand, my voice muffled by the sheets.
He obliges, landing another stinging slap on my other cheek. The pain melts into pleasure, sending sparks of heat straight to my core. I’m already soaking wet, my panties clinging to me.
Lucien hooks his fingers into the waistband of my thong, dragging it down my legs with agonizing slowness. The cool air hits my exposed pussy, making me shiver.
“Fuck, you’re already dripping,” he observes, running one finger through my wetness. “Did watching me win get you this wet?”
“Yes,” I admit, pushing my ass higher into the air. “The whole time. Every time you looked at me. Every time you pointed.”
His finger slides inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot that makes me gasp. “And what about when I kissed you in front of everyone? Did that make you clench around my finger like you are now?”
“God, yes,” I moan, rocking back against his hand. “I’ve been thinking about your cock inside me since that moment.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me as he pumps them in and out. “You want my dick, baby? You want me to fill you up?”
I nod frantically, unable to form words as his thumb finds my clit, circling it with deliberate pressure.
“Use your words,” he commands, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock,” I gasp, my hips moving in time with his thrusting fingers. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”
He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. I hear the rustle of clothing behind me, then the distinctive sound of a belt being undone.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I turn my head over my shoulder, watching as he pushes his jeans down his thighs, freeing his cock. It stands proud and thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, and I mean it. Everything about him is perfect—from the broad shoulders to the defined abs to the powerful thighs.
And that dick. God, that dick. He tears off the rest of his clothes until he’s naked except for the cross necklace lying across his sternum.
He catches me looking at it and his fingers close around the chain and pulls it over his head.
He drags the cool metal cross down the center of my back, tracing my spine with agonizing slowness. I shiver, goosebumps rising across my skin despite the heat between us.
“God,” I whisper as the cross continues its path, dipping into the curve of my waist before sliding across my hip.
“Not God,” he corrects, his voice low and dangerous. “Me.”
The cross disappears from my view, but I feel it trailing down the back of my thigh, raising a trail of fire in its wake. When it reaches the crease where my leg meets my ass, I gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets beneath me.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I obey without hesitation, widening my stance.
The cross is replaced by something else. The rosary beads, cool and smooth as they drag through my wetness. I cry out as they make contact with my clit, the contrast of the cold beads against my burning flesh making me jerk forward.
“Stay still,” he growls, placing one hand on my lower back to hold me in place.
I bite my lip, trying to obey as he begins a slow, torturous rhythm with the beads, dragging them back and forth.
“Fuck,” I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily against the rosary. “Lucien, please.”
“Please what?” he asks, his voice deceptively calm despite the tension I can feel radiating from his body. “Tell me what you want, Little Sinner.”
“I want you inside me,” I gasp as he increases the pressure, the beads rolling perfectly over my clit. “I need you to fuck me now.”
He withdraws the rosary, and I whimper at the loss.
He strokes himself slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You ready for me?”
I nod, spreading my knees wider. “Please, Lucien. I need you.”
He lines himself up at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my wet folds. “Since you asked so nicely...”
He drives into me in one brutal thrust, filling me completely. I scream, my back arching as he stretches me open. The jersey bunches around my waist as he begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has me clawing at the sheets.
“That’s it,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it all. Take every fucking inch.”
I push back against him, meeting each thrust with equal force. The headboard bangs against the wall, the sound mixing with our ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin.
“You like this?” he asks, his voice rough with lust. “You like being fucked in my jersey?”
“You feel so fucking good,” I moan, my fingers clutching at the sheets. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles that have me seeing stars. “I’m not stopping until you come for me, Little Sinner. Until you scream my name.”
His other hand grabs a fistful of the jersey, using it to pull me back onto his cock with even more force. The fabric strains beneath his grip, and I hear a faint tearing sound.
“Rip it,” I demand, looking back at him with wild eyes. “Tear it off me.”
His eyes flash with dark pleasure. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “Fucking destroy it.”
With one powerful yank, he tears the jersey down the middle, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room. Cool air hits my exposed back as the torn garment falls away from my shoulders. I’m still wearing my bra, but the rest of me is bare to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his pace faltering for just a moment as he takes in the sight of me—half-dressed, fucked-out, and completely his. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He flips me onto my back, never breaking our connection. The movement changes the angle, his cock hitting even deeper inside me. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough with need. “Let me hear you.”
He leans down, capturing my nipple through my bra with his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against the lace sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into his mouth, desperate for more.
“Lucien,” I gasp, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. “I’m close. So close.”
He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit again. “Come for me,” he demands. “Let go.”