“Lucian,” I moaned. He growled, his pace quickening. He pushed his hips flush against mine and ground his knot inside my channel. Every nerve ending had woken under his possession. The swell of his knot pushed against my clit, and another orgasm slapped into me, causing me to go limp, my arms sliding off him. I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Ifucking,” he snarled. “Love. You.”
The force of the orgasm tapered off. Lucian gripped my neck, his large hand engulfing my throat. He forced my chin up, his feverish eyes meeting mine.
“You’re the only one who ever mattered or will ever matter, Josephine,” he said it with a violent edge to his voice.
“Sure,” I mumbled, hiking my hips until we were flush against each other. I returned my hands to his shoulders, gripping them hard, as my eyes shut from the swell of emotions battering my insides.
“You don’t have to believe me, but it’s the truth. It always will be.” He shuddered, pulling his hips back until his knot popped out, allowing a rush of liquid to dribble down my thighs. I struggled to breathe under the intensity of his possession. I did believe him, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been here with him, but my jealousy was a live, pained thing, and it deserved to be released when I wished it to. It was part of healing, and if he truly loved me, he’d deal with my outbursts for as long as I needed. “I will repeat it as many times as you need.”
He slammed into me with a wetthwap. I grunted, my mouth parting. The command Lucian took of my body made me crazed. I craved him with a desperation that made me angry. He slid his silky shaft inside me, the base rubbing against my clit.
“My Josephine,” he moaned, his thrusting turning desperate.
He was nowhere near done with me. I wasn’t sure I could survive his possession.
26
Ifiddled with my seat belt. A burn was beginning to settle into my thighs and arms from his delicious claiming. I’d been quiet since he’d carefully dressed me, the only time I’d spoken was to ask him to bring me to pick up some things from my place. Now we were a short distance away.
The entire drive, I’d been mustering up the courage to tell him my decision about the job situation, because I knew what would come of it. Then there was the other aspect—he’d followed me to the hotel.
“What were you doing at the hotel?” I tried for nonchalance, but my tone made it clear I was bothered. He’d fucked the anger out of me, so all that was left was frustration. Instead of talking to me—communicating, he’d followed me. He’d hidden. “Do you not trust me?”
The line of his jaw flexed.
“Not exactly?—”
“So, you don’t trust me.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Josephine, I trust you, but?—”
“But!” I huffed, throwing my hands up.
“I missed you,” he spat out. His expression smoothed to a softer one—vulnerable.
Well, now I felt like an ass.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“And it’s not that I don’t trust you. I don’t trustothers.” I rolled my eyes to the ceiling of the car at his grouchy words.
“Hm, well, you don’t need to anymore. I’ve quit Crescent Hotel.”
The corner of his lips twitched up, and a visible lightness came over him.
“Good, you don’t need to work.”
I barely stopped my scoff. Lucian guided the car into my driveway and put the car in park. I grabbed the door handle, debating telling him my decision and then dashing away . . . but that wasn’t very adult of me.Fine. I’ll just get it over with.
“I will be working, just not anywhere you manage.”
He stilled, and I swear the oxygen drained out of the car, but I forced myself to continue.
“Starting tomorrow night, I’ll be working with Verity.”
“But—”
