CHAPTER TWO

“Did I say you can come, Selvaggia?”

The word hit me like a spark on gasoline. Fuck. I didn’t know what it meant exactly, but the way it rolled off his tongue, low, rough and possessive made fresh heat flood between my thighs.

I looked straight into the shadows where he sat and smirked, even as my legs trembled.

“Maybe I like finishing what I start,” I breathed, still slowly pumping my fingers in and out of my soaked cunt, putting on a show just for him. My voice came out huskier than I expected. “Or maybe I want to see if you can make me stop.”

A low, dangerous chuckle came from the darkness. Lucien unfolded his long body from the chair like a predator rising from rest. My heart slammed against my ribs as he stepped into the red light. Goddamn. Up close, he was even more devastating — sharp jaw, dark hair that touched the nape of his neck, full lips, eyes the deepest blue I have ever seen. The tailored black shirt stretched across his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms filled with tattoos.

He stopped just inches away from me, towering over my spread, naked body still tangled around the pole.

“Such a mouthy little thing,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement and warning. “Remove your fingers. Now. And come here.”

I held his gaze, defiant even as my pussy clenched around my fingers at the command. Slowly, teasingly, I pulled them out with a wet sound, then brought them to my lips and sucked them clean, tasting myself while staring him dead in the eyes.

Lucien’s jaw flexed. Good. I liked affecting him.

I rose on shaky heels and walked toward him, hips swaying, completely naked except for the stilettos. My breasts bounced with every step, nipples tight and aching. When I was close enough, he reached out and gripped my chin, tilting my face up.

“You’re dripping down your thighs, selvaggia,” he said roughly, sliding his other hand between my legs without warning. Two thick fingers dragged through my slick folds, making me gasp. “This pretty pussy is making a mess for a man you don’t even know.”

“Fuck,” I moaned as he pushed those fingers inside me without mercy, curling them instantly against my G-spot. My knees buckled but he held me up with that iron grip on my chin.

“Not yet,” he growled. “But you will be.”

He finger-fucked me right there, hard and deep, his thumb circling my swollen clit like he already owned it. I grabbed onto his shirt, nails digging in as pleasure ripped through me.

“Shit—Lucien—” I gasped, rolling my hips to meet his hand like a whore in heat.

He smirked, like he could read my mind. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and throbbing. Before I could protest, he spun me around and bent me over the arm of the leather chair, my ass up, pussy exposed.

“Stay,” he ordered.

I heard the sound of his belt, the zipper. My mouth watered, then I felt the thick, heavy weight of his cock slapping against my ass. Holy fuck. He was huge.

Lucien gripped my hips, spreading me wider. “Look at this dripping cunt. You’ve been aching for my cock since you walked in, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him. “Stop fucking teasing and give it to me.”

He laughed darkly, then rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. “Such a wild, filthy mouth. I’m going to enjoy filling it with cum”

In one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

I screamed, half pain, half blinding pleasure. He was so thick, stretching me so full I could barely breathe. Lucien groaned, deep and guttural, fingers digging bruises into my hips.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he rasped. “This pussy is sucking me in like it was made for me.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm that had my tits bouncing and my moans filling the room. The wet slap of skin on skin was obscene.

“Harder,” I demanded pushing back to meet every thrust like a bitch in heat. “Is that all you’ve got, Romano?”

The growl he let out was feral. He fisted my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked me deeper, harder, his balls slapping against my clit with every stroke.

“You want it rough, selvaggia?” he snarled against my ear. “Then take it.”

He pounded into me like an animal, the chair creaking under us. One hand left my hip to reach around and rub my clit in fast, rough circles. My eyes rolled back. I was so close already.

“I’m gonna…fuck, I’m coming—” I cried out.

“Come on my cock like a good little whore,” he commanded, biting down on my shoulder.

The orgasm tore through me like lightning. My pussy clamped down on him, gushing around his thick shaft as I screamed his name. My whole body shook violently.

But Lucien didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I was a whimpering, dripping mess.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the wide chair, and spread my legs wide. His eyes were pure fire as he looked down at my ruined pussy.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then he dropped to his knees, threw my legs over his shoulders, and buried his face between my thighs. That was really a sight to see, a man like Lucien on his knee for me.

“Oh my God—” I moaned loudly as his tongue devoured me. He licked and sucked like a starving man, tongue-fucking my hole before sucking hard on my clit. Two fingers pushed back inside me, curling relentlessly.

I grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, wild and shameless. “Yes, eat my pussy just like that…fuck, you’re so good—”

He growled against my folds, the vibration making me see stars. Within minutes I was coming again, flooding his mouth as he drank every drop.

When he finally rose, his chin was glistening with my juices. He looked like sin incarnate.

He gripped my thighs and slid back inside me in one smooth thrust, this time face to face. The new angle hit even deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back.

We moved together like we’d done this a hundred times, hard, desperate, filthy. I scratched my nails down his back. He pinched and sucked my nipples until they were swollen and red. Every thrust made me moan like a slut.

“Say my name,” he demanded, pounding into me.

“Lucien…fuck, Lucien, right there…”

“Again.”

“Lucien!”

He kissed me then, deep, claiming, devouring. Our tongues battled as he fucked me senseless. I could taste myself on him and it only made me wetter.

“I want to feel you come inside me,” I gasped against his mouth, wild and reckless. “Fill this pussy up.”

“Greedy girl,” he groaned, but his thrusts became erratic, deeper, more savage.

He slammed into me one final time and came with a guttural roar, flooding my pussy with hot, thick ropes of cum. The feeling pushed me over the edge again. I clenched around him, milking every drop as we rode the high together.

For a long moment, the only sounds were our heavy breathing. I thought it was over till he grabbed my hips and lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me across the room toward the large king-sized bed in the corner.

He tossed me onto it, and I landed on my back with a soft bounce, legs falling open shamelessly.