“Do I have permission to fuck your brains out?” he asks.
I’m already melting into him.One last time.“Yes.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t ever want another man inside you. Every cock you take after me will just remind you of how good you had it.”
This is his goodbye.
I’m trembling as he pulls me from the wall and bends me over the bed. I cry out as he stands behind me, leaning over me as he shoves two fingers into my mouth.
“Suck them,” he commands, and I do it, licking around his index finger until he grunts, wrenching them free and pushing them down between my legs and inside me in a blunt, angry thrust.
I can’t help but cry out, trying to muffle it in the sheets as he crooks his fingers, circling them, before I feel the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. I’m moaning uncontrollably like the slut I am for this man.
“You’ll take this,” he says, harsher than he’s ever sounded before. “You’ll take this and thank me for it while I make you scream.”
I grunt as he flips me over, gripping my ankles as he lines up his cock, looks me in the eye, and shoves his dick into me so hard I really do scream.
“Fuck.”
He pushes his hips against me, giving me barely any time to adjust as I grip the sheets beneath me. The lack of prep is driving me crazy, and when he lowers over me, pistoning his cock into my wet body, I can’t help but dig my nails into his back.
“You’re loud today,” he snarls as my body sucks him in. I can hear the wet slapping sounds of his dick inside me, and I moan. “Maybe I should ask the pilot if he’s free. Or the stewards. We can get them in here, and I can watch as they fill you up with their cum.”
“Oh fuck!” I shout as he laughs above me, the sound satisfied and possessive.
“Or maybe that’s what you wanted with Ambrose,” he says, his fingers gripping my hips so hard there will be bruises by morning. “I saw him touching you at the gala. You wanted him to pound his cock into you, didn’t you? Feel him fill you up and have me watch it drip out of you while you suck my dick.”
I come so hard I see stars, and Lucas follows almost immediately, his body frozen above me, breathing heavily as he shudders.
The high I feel is like nothing else. That was rougher, harsher than any time we’ve ever had sex, and I loved every minute of it. I want him to fuck me until we land.
But he pulls free, flopping down beside me on the bed, breathing heavily, his beautiful tanned muscles rising and falling as he catches his breath.
The moment is so brief, I’m barely back to earth when he rises, stroking a hand lightly over my thigh before he frowns and walks into the bathroom, closing the door.
He doesn’t speak again for the rest of the flight.
Lucas orders Melvin to drive me home. I try to make him park up the street like he did before, but Lucas asks what number my house is, and I can’t help but tell him the truth.
I close my eyes as we pull up beside it, and to my utter mortification, I can hear shouting coming from inside. My mom and dad must be home, which either means one of them got fired, they’re drunk, or both of the above.
I glance at Melvin, who is staring through the windshield like he can’t hear the screaming match going on behind closed doors.
“This is where you live?” Lucas asks, and the derision in his voice makes nausea rise in my throat.
“Thank you for the ride,” I say to Melvin, unable to meet Lucas’s gaze. But as I open the door, a hand curls around my upper arm, and I have no choice but to look back at him.
“Do you need me to come in with you?” he asks, one hand already on the passenger door handle.
“No!” I say desperately, pulling away and shaking my head. “It’s fine. It’s just my mom; she’s had a bad day. It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I get out of the car, looking imploringly at Melvin as I do so, relieved when, as soon as my door is closed, he pulls away.
I can’t see inside the back of the car, the windows are tinted, and I breathe a sigh of relief as the taillights disappear at the bottom of the road and turn away.
Standing there in my driveway, with my parents' voices echoing around the neighborhood, my suitcase caked in sand from the best vacation of my life, and the man I love disappearing into the night, I feel a sense of despair so acute I can hardly breathe.
Then, I look up at Annabelle’s window. The image brings me the hope I have been searching for. Lucas may be done with me, but one thing that I am certain of is that I can finally save my sister.
