“Simone,” Albie’s voice had rung down.
“Little Angel…”
Instantly, I had begun to weep. They had found me. Lucien had come for me even though I’d left him.
After they’d gotten me free from the well using some rope they’d found in Miguel’s car to climb down and reach me, I’d hugged them both.
I snapped from my thoughts and turned to look at Lucien. It’d been a few weeks since all that had happened. Nightmares were still coming and going.
“Little Angel,” he asked looking over at me.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching the pups play. It was something I’d never thought I’d ever see again.
“Yes?”
“I thought I’d never be in this bed again…with you.”
He was quiet. We hadn’t had sex in almost three weeks. That was not like Lucien. He wanted sex all of the time.
The man dripped sex out of his pores.
I'd been inspected by a doctor and had had a full pelvic exam done; Miguel had never had the chance to rape me. He'd believed my period story, but still, Lucien had refrained from pushing the issue.
“I know…”
“Setting that piece of shit on fire….was the most satisfying thing I’ve ever done,” I propped myself up on a pillow as I spoke about what I’d done to Miguel’s body. I smiled a little on the inside. “Sorry I couldn’t’ have pulled the trigger myself.”
Lucien didn’t react to my words, not that I had expected him to. His big shoulders shrugged.
“If I hadn’t…Albie would have.”
Flopping back, I looked at my wrist. When I’d been thrown into the well, the burning sensation that I’d felt had been my wrist. It’d just been a sprained but I’d worried I’d broken it.
Lucien appeared over the top of me.
“I’ve been waiting for you to be ready, Little Angel,” he dipped low and kissed me.
I could feel his need for me pressing into my belly.
“And what if I said I was ready?”
He groaned. “Then I won’t hold back. I’m going to fucking ruin you…I’m warning you, Simone. I won’t be able to stop.”
Before I could say another word, he was beginning to lick my tingling pussy through my panties from my body. All I had on was a tank top and a pair of crème colored white panties.
Arching my back, I moaned for all I was worth. This man’s mouth had to be what heaven felt like.
“Fuck,” I cried out.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he stopped and began to trace my lips through the wet panties. “Tell me, Simone…”
“Lucien Petrovich, I want it…I want it so fucking…”
That was all it took before he was ripping the panties from my body. I looked over to see they had landed by the pups who had decided they had a new toy.
“Oh my God,” I shook my head.
Lucien never lost pace.
