"You are most welcome, Cassandra. I have to make sure my girl is well taken care of." He puts his hand on my exposed thigh,caressing it up and down, causing goosebumps to explode all across my body. I hum and lean toward him, resting my head on his shoulder. I hate the way my body reacts to the familiar touch, but I need to play along—at least until Lucian is out of the state.
His hand moves higher on my exposed thigh. I slightly part my legs, inviting him further. He looks toward the driver and then closes the partition. I adjust slightly on the seat so that my bare ass is on the leather. I don’t want anything getting on this dress tonight.
“Are you my good girl, Cassandra.” He growls in my ear as he kisses my neck and collarbone. My breathing is already shaky. He licks a trail up from my chest to my earlobe, nibbling on my ear. My body shudders from anxiousness.
“Yes, Sir.” I purr in submission as his fingers find my center. Rubbing along my already wet slit. I swear, my body has been riding this line since yesterday.
“Mmm, no thong either. I think tonight you are my naughty girl instead.” He whispers as he inserts two fingers, knuckle deep inside me. I let out a small gasp as he moves in and out of me. “Do you want me to fuck you in the back of my limo like the dirty slut you are?” He growls as he slips a 3rdfinger inside me.
“Fff...fuck, yes. Please, Sir.” I’m so close. My body is so pent up that I might explode.
I rock my hips forward, thrusting against his palm. I have to close my eyes. Everything is so intense right now. Not just from his dirty words or the fact we are driving around in public, but because I am on edge thinking he knows about what happened last night. He ups the tempo of thrusts in and out of my soaked pussy. Yeah, I'm definitely glad I moved the dress out from under me.
My nails are digging crescent shapes into his arm as I try to grasp at anything I can to gain some stability. My mind is falling back into the fantasy that was last night—being pinned to thedoor. Lucian grinding against me, bringing me just as close to the edge. Don’t say his name. Don’t say his name. Fuck.
I’m a dripping, panting mess. My arousal is pooling on the leather seat as I get closer and closer to coming. He can tell I am close. He has always been able to read my body well. His skilled fingers know exactly what works for me.
“Be a good girl and cum for me. I want you to be a dripping mess when we go in there. Cum now!” His words are my undoing.
He yanks me by my hair, tilting my head as he bites down on my throat. At the same time, he thrusts his fingers deep, curling them against that sweet spot while his thumb circles and presses on my clit. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming out Lucian’s name.
“Fuck!” I moan and gasp. I see stars as my body bows off the seat. My legs are shaking, and my body is trembling from the rush. Holy shit, that was intense. He pumps his fingers in and out, letting me ride through the wave.
After I calm down and can breathe normally, he removes his fingers, and my body suddenly feels empty. He pulls out his handkerchief to wipe off his fingers, then my inner thighs and the seat. He pockets the fabric square, giving me a mischievous grin.
"Tonight will most likely be very enjoyable for you." Why did he phrase it like that?
"What do you mean, Sir?" My brain is still foggy from the intensity of that orgasm.
"Shush. Put your mask and collar on. We are about to be at Vixens."
I obey, sliding on the collar and then the mask. I am still confused about his phrasing, and it is causing a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I am truly contemplating whether or notI should go into the event now, but as I go to bring it back up, he kisses me and caresses the side of my face with his hand.
“My beautiful little one. I love thinking about what is going to happen tonight.” Yep, this sickening feeling is just getting worse.
What the hell is he planning?
41. Lucian
Earlier That Day
Iwake up Saturday around noon, too hungover to even care what time it is. My whole-body hurts, and I want to stay under the covers. Jayme drove us back to my apartment, but first, I made him stop at the liquor store so I could stock up. I was driving myself mad last night trying to figure out what I did or said to make her stop us like that. I think I finished off the bottle. The look in her eyes before she walked away ripped my heart out. It made me feel like I had lost her before I even had her.
Jayme said I needed to let her know how I felt, and maybe it would change, but he didn’t see the way she looked at me. No, I don’t think we will end up together. Fuck, after last night, I don’t know how to even get back to what we were. I’m obsessed now. I fucking feel like I am craving her. She is all I can think about. I can smell her shampoo on my pillows. I swear, when I was drinking last night, I could hear her talking to me. Then there are the things I want to do to Theo for fucking touching her. Thank God I don’t own a gun because I’m quite sure I would have driven to his house last night. Ugh, fuck this hangover. Everything is spinning.
“Rise and shine, sleepy head!” Jayme comes bursting into my room.
“Fuck off!” I whip one of my pillows at him and put another over my head. I think if I suffocate myself long enough, I will pass out.
“Nope, it is after 12. You are getting your ass up. Get showered, and we are going out.” He throws open my curtains, blinding me with the afternoon sunlight.
“Dude, I want to throw up, shower, throw up again, then sleep. I don’t want to do anything right now.”
“Bro, I got us a fitting in 45 minutes for some suits for tonight; I have a limo picking us up at 5:30 sharp and two tickets to Vixen's yearly auction. You know how crazy FoxDens was a few months ago; Vixens just so happens to be tonight!” He proudly shows me two black envelopes in his hand, with the word Vixens in gold lettering on the front. Fuck, I don’t know who this man’s connections are, but damn, when he wants something, he gets it.
“FINNNEEE!” I groan as I try to walk to the bathroom. The room is still spinning, and thankfully, Jayme is there to grab my arm and steady me.
“Dude, I’ll help you to the shower, but I am not washing your ass. I don’t love you that much.” He laughs as he helps me into the bathroom. He really is a great friend, even if he is a pain in my ass.
