“For a smart woman, Monty, you’re incredibly stupid sometimes.” He kisses me hard, his tongue invading, seducing, dancing with mine, and I’m left unable to do anything more than kiss him back.
I’m melting, even though I’m on my knees, uncomfortable, wanting it to test my limits, wanting him—just wanting him.
And like he can read my mind, he breaks the kiss, stroking my jaw, opening my mouth. He dips a finger in and I clamp shut, biting. All he does is smile.
I bite harder but he just tsks at me.
“You are a feisty thing,” he says. “You always have been.”
I release his finger. “Now I justhave fangs.”
“My Monty…” He leans in, tongue tracing the shape of my ear.
My entire body jerks, and he laughs.
“You’re so addicting…” He straddles me, unzipping and pulling out his thick, hard cock. “You remind me of the feral days, of being newly turned. I just… Fuck.”
He shudders and feeds me his cock, and I eagerly swallow it down, stretching my lips to accommodate.
Lucian starts to fuck me, his cock pushing deep into my throat, and he does it slow, hard, the kind of violence that’s exquisitely controlled.
Because that’s him. Controlled.
I want to break that control, break him, and I start to run my tongue as best I can along the underside of his dick as he withdraws, but he keeps it measured. And it claws at me. I suck hard, making him groan, and he slips a little more, thrusting harder, then harder still, like he wants to use my throat as a pussy, a vessel for him to stretch and fill and use.
My entire body heats with each thrust, the ache inside me growing, the tightness of my clit almost too much, and then he shudders, pushing in hard and holding.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
He doesn’t come. Instead, he pulls out and with shaking hands he unhooks mine and flips me so my ass is out. He jerks the rope at my pussy, pulling on my body, a sharp burn I relish as his panting sings in the air.
I can feel him crack. The frantic shake to his hands, the eagerness, and then he plunges into me.
He almost collapses. “So fucking good, Monty.”
He slams into me, setting me off. I’m already there on that edge, my control nothing but thin walls of smoke and mirrors that crash and burn the moment he sinks into me.
Lucian fucks me hard, his cock stretching me, reaching deep.
There’s no control to his movements, no rhythm. It’s a wild rutting that’s more thrilling than it should be.
And everything I want.
He slams into me. His muscles tense. He trembles, a guttural sound breaking free, and I moan low, my body embracing his cum. I fly up and into one last orgasm before, tangled with him, I hit the ground.
Satiated.
At least for now.
The dress I’m wearing is silver, gorgeous, a simple sheath that shows off my curves. I pin my curls back.
The main bedroom, his bedroom, of his castle in the sky has things for me. More clothes. Makeup. Pretty, wispy lingerie that should anger me that he’d bought for me, had everything picked out by someone else for me. A few days ago it would have infuriated me, but not anymore.
Because I’ve never had such nice things.
My wardrobe outside of work-type clothing tends to jeans and hoodies, to panties of cotton and bras that do their job.
But these?—
