Did he just mess with…
My thoughts cut off midstream, as if my mind refused to accept that this moment could be real.
Except, it was.
This. Was. Really. Happening.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, seething.
“Not at all, princess. I’m dead fucking serious,” he announced, his smile feral. “And since I have your panties, you’ll be able to feel my cum dripping down your thighs the rest of the night and know who the fuck you belong to. It also serves to keep your mind off that prick’s words and solely on me. It’s a win-win.”
I straightened, my dress settling back into place, and just as he’d predicted, wetness slid between my thighs—unmistakable and impossible to ignore.
“See you down there.” And then he walked away, leaving me rooted in place, jaw slack. Just before he disappeared, he turned back, his eyes roaming over me without a hint of restraint—before they hardened, sharp and commanding. “And don’t you dare wipe a single drop away or I’ll spend the next week jacking all of my cum off between your thighs again, and again until every inch of you is painted with my seed.”
Drums pounded a heavy, relentless rhythm in my head.
Before, they were the beats of pleasure pulsing through my veins.
Now, they were the beats of motherfucking war.
CHAPTER 7
ASPEN
Three hours later, and every muscle in my body twisted with the rage I held coiled inside. Not one opportunity to corner Lucian about what he’d done. Not a single chance to release an ounce of tension he’d left me with after bringing me to the edge. On top of everything else, the wet slide of his cum between my thighs brought an illicit and forbidden thrill to my pussy, compounding my anger.
For three hours, I stood by his side, forcing smiles and false pleasantries while everyone congratulated us on our engagement. Instead of slapping his hand away, I endured the warmth of his palm on my lower back every single fucking second.
Now, I sat in the too-small backseat of the hired car on our way home, pressing myself to the opposite door, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
Now, even though we were finally alone, I ignored his presence and choked back all the words I’d imagined spewing at him. I feared that once I started, I wouldn’t stop.
Now, I held myself under the tightest control, silently repeating the mantra that if I made it home, I’d be okay. If I made it home, I’d get the release he denied me.Alone.
I stared at the city lights flashing by and imagined going to my room, pulling out my vibrator, and getting myself off. I didn’t need Lucian fucking Daire.
At least I hoped not.
I’d tried to orgasm with a toy before, but never reached that peak of pleasure.
But that was before, when I couldn’t orgasm at all. Surely, now that I’d orgasmed with Lucian, I’d be able to have an orgasm on my own.
I’d make sure I could.
I didnot.Need. Lucian. Daire.
The car barely stopped at the curb of Lucian’s building before I bolted. If I could make it to the elevator before him, maybe he’d miss it.
Nope.
He stalked behind me like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. No matter how fast I moved, he was always there. He strolled into the elevator with placid features that still dripped with more arrogance than any man should possess.
By the time we crossed the threshold into the apartment, my control poured from every movement.
I slapped my purse on the entryway table.
I ripped off my shoes and tossed them aside, where they clattered against the kitchen tiles.
