“Don’t,” he snarls, voice shaking with something ugly and barely contained, “ever do that again.”
My cheek throbs. My pulse screams. But my regret quickly flips into untamed fury again. And this time I’m not holding back.
I hate him.
Gathering my strength, I clench my fist and lash out. The punch connects with Lucian’s face. His head is thrown back, and he’s forced back a few steps, holding his jaw and blinking rapidly.
“Fuck you, Lucy,” I rasp.
When he peers up at me again, a bruise of the darkest purple starts to bloom across his chin, just under his mouth.
Something inside him snaps.
I don’t see him move. Everything happens too fast to track. The air seems to warp around him, and suddenly I’m not upright anymore.
My stomach hits the hard ground with a dull thud, and all I can do is gasp.
Lucian is over me, every inch of his heavy body pressing into my back and ass. And his erection isthere,hard and huge, poking against me to let me know his intentions. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back, baring my throat. The charged moment stretches. I think he might bite me.
I think I might beg him to.
His head lowers to my ear. “Santiago isn’t my brother. We share a master, and unfortunately a past. But that’s it,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “And I told you a million times I don’t know where your friend is.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care that you don’t. But know this, you aren’t allowed to even talk to Santiago. Do you understand?”
I’m shaking. My pussy—the traitorous bitch—clenches with anticipation. “You don’t get to decide that.”
I throw my head back, and it collides with his.
“Fuck, Monty.” He growls, but instead of his grip loosening, his fingers tighten, lighting a fire over my scalp.
With the one hand still in my hair, he grabs my leg with the other and forces it out so he can settle between my thighs. My dress rips even more to expose all of me, and I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Get off me,” I manage to get out, but it’s only half-hearted.Because I’m throbbing—not just my clit but every part of me—and I know I’m wet. I can feel it on my thighs as the breeze turns my juices there sticky.
His weight lifts suddenly, as with the hold on my head, but when I try to push up, his arm comes down to shove me back down.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Lucian goes to his knees, and he pulls me up by the thighs, diving down between them. His tongue is on my clit, sliding through my lips, and electricity shoots through me as thunder rumbles above.
He runs his fangs over the sensitive flesh, and I whimper, arching up.
Hate him? Hell, I hatemyself.
His tongue pushes into me, licking up as his fingers join, sliding in, stretching and rubbing on my G-spot in a torturous rhythm.
And then he sucks hard on my clit.
An orgasm rises up from nowhere and hits me hard, making me spasm and contract. I don’t want it to end.
The only thing that would make this better would be his blood in my mouth, that extra level of euphoria. But he pulls away, and before I can plant my palms on the ground, his cock shoves into my pussy, slamming all the way home.
I scream.
“Lucian!”
