Chapter 31
Princess
M y heart hammers against my ribcage as if it wants to escape.
I just lied to him. He called me out on it, but I can tell that he doesn’t have any proof against me.
Lucio crosses his arms over his chest, his fingers tapping against his arm. Instead of admitting fault, I deflect.
“You disappear for days without a fucking word. Then you show up in my room accusing me of something I didn’t do, like you have a fucking right to!” I shout, my fists pounding against his hard chest.
He doesn’t even move an inch. I try to push him toward the window, where he entered from.
“Enough!” he snaps, his hands wrapping tightly around my wrists and tugging me against him, his breath fanning my face.
“No. Not enough! Get your hands off of me. You were touching her,” I snap back, yanking my hands out of his hold.
And for some sick reason, my words cause him to smirk.
“Are you jealous?” he asks, leaning in.
I grit my teeth and before I know what I’m doing, I lift my hand, and the sound of a sharp crack echoes in my room as my palm connects with his cheek. He reels back, his head turning on impact.
But instead of anger, a breathless laugh tumbles from his lips. Low, disbelieving. Lucio lifts his fingers, brushing over the reddening skin, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the burn I left behind. His eyes flick back to mine, dark with something far more dangerous than rage.
Before I can take a breath, his hand is wrapped around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, controlling, claiming. My pulse thumps against his palm, but I don’t pull away. I don’t want to.
His mouth crashes on mine, rough, searing, swallowing my sharp inhale like he’s drawing power from it. He tastes like fury and want, his lips punishing, his body pressing closer until there’s nothing between us but heat.
“You want commitment?” he growls in between ragged breaths. “I’ll give you commitment.”
His teeth graze my lower lip before he sucks it between his, biting just hard enough to elicit a whimper.
“You want loyalty?”
Another kiss, deep and possessive, stealing the air from my lungs.
“I’ll fucking give you loyalty, baby. I’ll carve your name into my fucking soul.”
I push against his chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“I hate you.” The words spill out, venomous, shaky.
Because I do. I hate him. I hate how he can make me feel like I’m out of control. I hate how he has a hold over me like no one ever has.
Lucio exhales a rough, deranged laugh against my lips. “Oh, yeah?”
His hands slide down my body, his fingers tethering the edge of my shorts.
“Want to test that theory?” he whispers as he traces the skin underneath my shirt.
I try to fight off the way my body reacts to him, but I can’t. He fucking pisses me off, but also turns me on.
“It’s a natural biological response.” I murmur.
Lucio pushes his hand into my shorts, clearly not liking my answer. I gasp, my hand wrapping around his shoulders to stay upright.
“It may be a natural biological response like you said, but you’re fucking soaked,” he growls as he swipes his fingers along my slit in an agonizingly slow manner.
“Lucio—” I try to speak, but he stops me when his fingers press against my swollen clit.
Fuck, this is the hottest thing ever.
“Tell me what you want. Just tell me, and I won’t hesitate.” His voice takes on a pleading edge, as if this is more for his pleasure than my own.
“I want…”
I hesitate, my nails digging into his muscles. I lick my lips, his eyes falling to them.
“I want you,” I finally whisper into the space between us.
And that’s all it takes for Lucio to throw me onto the bed, crawling over me and ripping my shorts off. The air feels cold against my skin, but I forget all about it when he puts his hands on my knees and spreads my legs open, his eyes darkening.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, as if he’s afraid I might disappear.
His gaze remains on my face, his hands gliding over my legs before he places them on his shoulders and kisses along my inner leg ’til he reaches where my thigh ends and where my heat begins.
His breath is warm against my core, the contrast against the cool air making my skin prickle.
I shudder as he lingers there, his lips pressing slow, taunting kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, so close yet so far.
Lucio doesn’t rush. Doesn’t dive in like a desperate man.
No, he takes his time. Savoring. Teasing. Like he’s punishing me for something. Like he wants me to beg. His hands slide up my thighs—firm, possessive, squeezing just enough to leave his mark before his thumbs trace slow, dangerous circles near the edge of my panties.
“You want this?” His voice is rough, thick with need, but there’s a dark glint in his eyes—one that dares me to lie.
I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I arch slightly, pressing my hips closer, my body answering for me.
His lips twitch. “That’s what I thought.”
With one sharp tug, he rips my panties clean off, the fabric snapping against my skin before he shoves them into my mouth. “We need you to keep quiet now. We don’t want your family disrupting us.”
I let out a shaky breath through my nose, my body tensing, every nerve on fire as he spreads me wider with his hot, hungry gaze fixed on what’s his.
His breath fans over my slick folds, and then…
The first brush of his tongue.
I jerk, a gasp catching in my throat, but his hands are already gripping my thighs, pinning me down, holding me open as he flattens his tongue against me, licking deep, slow, and deliberate. A whimper escapes me, but is muffled by my panties while my fingers tangle in the sheets.
But Lucio doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. He devours. Long, torturous strokes of his tongue, tasting me, savoring me like a man starving.
“Fuck, Princess…” he groans against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core, making my hips buck into his mouth.
He chuckles, low and sinful, before sucking my clit between his lips—tugging, teasing, devastating.
I cry out, my hand flying to his hair and tugging hard, but it only urges him on.
He groans, slipping two fingers inside me and curling them just right, his tongue flickering, sucking, fucking ruining me.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I pull my panties out of my mouth, my low moans bouncing off the walls of my room. The heat coils, tightens, the pleasure pushing me higher, higher, until…
“Lucio—”
I shatter. My orgasm rips through me—violent, uncontrollable—my body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Lucio doesn’t stop. He works me through it, licking, lapping up every drop, owning it. Making sure I know exactly who the fuck I belong to.
And when I finally collapse back onto the bed, spent, trembling, my breath ragged, Lucio lifts his head, his lips glistening, his eyes dark, hungry, and utterly feral. He runs his tongue over his lips as if savoring the last drops of my orgasm, tilts his head, and smirks.
“Tastes even better than I imagined.”
His words barely register. I’m still floating, my body shaking, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. But even as the aftershocks roll through me, something hotter, darker is already coiling back up inside me.
Because Lucio doesn’t look satisfied. Not even fucking close.
He looks hungry. Ravenous.
And that look? That filthy, devastating smirk—like he knows exactly what he’s done to me, like he’s proud of the mess he made?
It snaps something in me.
I move before I can think, shoving him back. Lucio lets out a low grunt as he lands on his back, his expression flickering from surprise to something wicked, entertained, intrigued.
His smirk grows. “What are you doing, Princess?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I climb over him, straddling his chest, letting my hands trail down the hard edges of his stomach, pushing his sweats low enough to run my hands over the deep-cut V leading to where he’s aching, heavy, straining against the fabric.
His cock is thick, long, the shape of it outlined so perfectly that I can already tell he’s going to ruin me.
And all I want to do is return the favor.
Lucio groans as I slide lower, my nails scraping lightly over his abs, before I remove his boxers.
His breath hitches. I don’t miss the way his chest rises and falls faster, the way his hands twitch at his sides like he’s fighting the urge to grab me, to flip me over and take back control.
But he doesn’t. He lets me take my time. Let’s me slip his boxers off, drag them down, until they reach his knees, freeing him.
And fuck .
I still, my pulse skittering, my thighs clenching as I take him in. Thick. Heavy. A bead of precum glistens at his tip, and…fuck.
The piercing. A silver barbell glints at the head of his cock, taunting me, promising things I’m not ready to handle.
Lucio sees the way I stare and smirks.
“Scared?” His voice is a low, teasing drawl.
I drag my gaze up to his face, my breath shaky, my lips parting as I murmur, “A little.”
His smirk turns into something more predatory, dangerous. “You’ll like it.”
The challenge in his voice undoes me. I lift myself over him, shifting my body so I straddle his face, my own mouth hovering above his cock.
Lucio lets out a low, guttural groan, his hands flying up to grip my ass, spreading me open again.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growls, his voice almost reverent, yet sinful. “You’re dripping all over me.”
Heat flares through me; a moan escapes my lips as I grip his cock in my hand, my fingers not even touching as I wrap around his thickness. His piercing is warm against my palm, and I shudder, feeling the weight of him, the pulsing heat, the way he twitches in my grip.
Lucio doesn’t wait. Doesn’t hesitate. He drags his tongue over my folds, lapping up my wetness, groaning like a man starved, before sucking my clit between his lips, tugging, teasing, destroying.
I gasp, my grip tightening on his cock, my hips jerking against his mouth as pleasure crashes through me. But I don’t let him have all the control. I lower my mouth over his tip, my tongue flicking over the piercing, tracing along the metal, tasting him.
Lucio groans against my pussy, his hips arching slightly, his cock twitching as I tease him, drag my tongue down his length, sucking, slow, deep, taking him inch by inch.
“Fuck.” The word is a rough, strangled groan as his hand clenches on my ass, spreading me even wider, pulling me down harder on his face.
He fucks me with his tongue. I swallow him deeper. The air is thick with moans, with filthy, wet sounds. With the desperate, heady rhythm of two people who can’t stop taking, can’t stop devouring, can’t stop falling.
Lucio sucks hard, his tongue thrusting deep, and the pressure inside me winds tighter, tighter…so fucking tight I can barely breathe.
I moan around his cock, swallowing him deeper, my hands gripping his thighs as I take him to the back of my throat. Lucio shudders beneath me, groaning, his fingers digging into my flesh, his hips jerking.
“Fucking hell, Princess.”
The pressure snaps. I cry out, my body going taut, my thighs squeezing around his head as my orgasm tears through me, wave after wave of unbearable pleasure. My mouth is still wrapped around his cock as I whimper, moan, tremble.
Lucio growls, his body tensing beneath me, and then…
He grips my hips, dragging my off his face just as his own pleasure crashes over him. A low, brutal groan rips from his throat as he spills onto my tongue, hot and thick, his piercing pressing against my lips, his body jerking beneath me.
I swallow every drop. His fingers tangle in my hair, his breath ragged, sharp, wrecked. We stay like that, panting, trembling, the only sound in the room our shattered breathing.
Lucio lets out a low, dark chuckle, his fingers brushing over my thigh, gripping my ass, and pulling me back against him.
“You’re a fucking menace,” he murmurs, his voice rough, raw, completely undone.
I smirk, my nails dragging down his chest. “So are you.”