Page 216 of Captive Ruin

“That’s it, Little Stray,” he grunts. “You’re taking my cock so well. You feel so good, gripping me so fucking tight.”

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out as I clench down on him so hard it aches, another mild pain driving my pleasure higher. It’s too much, and my vision shatters, eyes rolling back as I quickly close them, light exploding against my lids. My orgasm tears through me, and I’m only vaguely aware of what I’m crying out.

“Lukas… Lukas…”

“That’s right,” he growls behind me, his cock swelling within me.

My heart is bursting with love, with pleasure, and then I feel him erupt deep within me. His seed splashes hot and thick in jet after jet, filling me, and I come again just from the sensation. My pussy grips him like I never want him to leave, milking him of every drop. My legs tremble uncontrollably, and it’s all I can do not to collapse.

His weight comes down on my back, taking the choice away, and together we crumple onto the bed with him still inside me.

His breathing is heavy against my cheek, and mine is ragged. I can hardly hear anything over the pounding of my heart.

Damn it. I didn’t make him lose control.

Maybe next time.

“How’s your shoulder?” I ask after a while.

“Hurts like hell,” he mutters. “Not as sore as my thigh. Worth every second.” A pause. “How’s your ass?”

“Not as sore as my pussy, you bastard.”

“Good. One item ticked off the list.”

Just one?

After some moments, he reaches up for my hands.

“No,” I murmur. “Don’t unfasten me just yet. I want the freedom to last a little longer.”

He pauses, then chuckles softly at the words my hazy mind let slip out.

“Be free, Little Stray. We’ll be free together.”

His fingers hook around mine, and we lie there waiting for our breathing to steady, his weight on me the most comforting feeling in the world.

I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel, finally, like I’m home.

Epilogue

Amelia

“Big day today,” Lukas says as he drives us through the city.

We’re in his Maybach. Thankfully, someone has cleaned his blood out of it and repaired the dent I put in the rear panel. Bastien must’ve arranged it; we haven’t seen the car in months. Actually, for that matter, it might not be the same Maybach after all. It might be a new one. Is it just me, or is the instrument panel slightly different?

I shake my head and focus on what he was saying. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s right for both of us. That house has too many memories, and the pool is outdoors.”

“Yeah, because the pool is a reason to buy another house.”

He lays his hand on my thigh. “You’re the reason to buy another house,” he says. “Somewhere to make our own, where we can be happy together.”

“We can be happy anywhere.” But I’d rather it wasn’t in that house, and I’m so grateful he feels the same. Linda’s coming with us; she said she’s not ready to retire. “Except the house I saw pictures of was an oceanfront on Long Island, and this is clearly Chelsea.”

My art gallery used to be a few streets over. I say ‘used to be’ because Sierra told me the insurance company sold it to a developer. It’s going to become a block of apartments.