Chapter 61: Persephone

God… I just touched myself, again.

As usual I was thinking about Lukiyan while I pleasured my body in the best ways I could. Except, seeing him again and having his name ring through my mind made me come harder than any other night.

Allowing the cold spray of water from the shower head to run down my body, I find respite in the coolness soothing the arousal burning deep within my skin.

It helps, but only somewhat.

My mind is still fucked.

I’m still aroused, and I’m still a mess because of him.

I have so many questions, they’re falling out of my mind. But the most prevalent is how the hell he ended up here in New York working for my father.

Everything feels like a maddening mashup of a nightmare and a dream.

Like a ghost, Lukiyan’s promise of later has haunted me all day.

Now, my anxiety has quadrupled, and there’s not a soul I can speak to, to take the edge off my troubled mind.

Things were bad when all I had was Antonio to contend with, but with Lukiyan…

Well, he wasn’t a problem, until now. I never thought I’d see him again.

What are the odds of having a one-night stand in Brazil and my guy showing up in New York, turning out to be my father’s new bodyguard?

It’s one hell of a coincidence.

I’d be inclined to think it was something more sinister, but I know it’s not.

He didn’t know who I was in Brazil. If he had, I’m sure he wouldn’t have touched me.

Nevertheless, this entire occurrence is weird, and I can’t pretend my problems away any more than I can that the heart beating in my chest is mine and not a parting gift from my sister.

Although I really can’t imagine Lukiyan telling my father what happened between us, I’m worried he might.

Since Mom and Athena died, my relationship with my father has been strained at best, and it’s not because I hate his bitch wife who thinks she can take my mother’s place. The reason is the mere fact that I live and breathe when I wasn’t supposed to.

I already walk a thin line when it comes to my father and it feels like he uses any excuse to punish me. This, however, would be my own fault.

I stand to gain nothing by telling anyone about Lukiyan. He, on the other hand, could blackmail me, or rather, Father.

I wouldn’t be the first daughter of a member of the Syndicate to lose their virginity.

Raven, for a start, lives the frivolous life of a playgirl Hollywood starlet. She sleeps around like she breathes air, and people know about it.

However, I’m not held to the same standards as everyone else. I’m judged at a higher bar simply for the fact that my father is on the Syndicate’s council.

The members of the Syndicate are known as the Circle. There are ten founding families and twenty members of the High council.

The head of each founding family has a seat ranked in order of wealth and prestige. The remaining ten seats are reserved for members of the alliance of the same caliber.

My family was one of the founders and my father has the second seat on the council.

So the rules change for us when it comes to making an example. We don’t get a pass because of power.

Which means now that Lukiyan Romanechka has stepped into my sphere of existence, I could be completely wrong in thinking I got away with losing my virginity.

What I did could blow up in my face and ruin my chances of escaping.

That would be worse than anything.

I turn off the shower and grab a towel from the rack to dry myself. Wrapping another around my body, I make my way back into my room like a mindless zombie.

I’m tired, but I don’t know if sleep will come tonight.

I sink back onto the bed and slip my engagement ring in the drawer. I only wear it when I’m with Antonio.

When I straighten, I nearly jump out of my skin when I see a man standing by the window in the corner with the chiffon curtains billowing around him from the gentle breeze.

It’s Lukiyan!

My God, he’s in my room.

He’s leaning against the wall, staring out the window as he smokes a cigarette.

How long has he been here?

What’s he going to do to me?

A cacophony of emotions ravage my insides and I’m rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to think.

Clearly, now is later.

He turns to face me and makes a point of doing a full sweep of my body with those mystical eyes. He takes one last drag on his cigarette and puts it out.

“What are you doing in here?” My voice is raspy, as if I haven’t spoken for a hundred years.

“It’s later.” He gives me that sexy half smile that does all sorts of things to my body.

“The door was locked.” It was. I know I locked it.

“Not for me. You must have known I would come.” His lips quirk into a little smile.

“I…” I don’t know what to say. I practiced my answer all day. Now I can’t think of a single thing that makes sense.

He comes closer, and my breath lodges in my throat.

“I never thought I was going to see you again.” The words are tumbling from my mind.

He stops before me, wrapping me in his scent and raw masculinity.

Our eyes lock, and something sinful dances within the confines of his bright blue gaze.

“You and I have unfinished business.”

“We do?”

“In Brazil you left my bed without saying goodbye, and I wasn’t finished with you.”

My throat goes dry, but every inch of my body heats up with wild arousal when he lowers his head like he’s going to kiss me.

He doesn’t, but stops a breath away from my lips, and his eyes rove up and down my body. It’s then I remember all I have on is a towel.

“I… had to leave,” I mutter.

“To run back to your fiancé? Yeah. I figured out that part.”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I don’t love him.” The explanation comes easy, but as the words tumble out of my mind, it strikes me that I shouldn’t have said that.

I don’t know him, and I’ve already opened myself to attack.

Lukiyan ignores my words and brushes his nose along mine.

The mere touch sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I have to clench my thighs to contain the need aching inside me.

Jesus, all he did was touch me and look at me.

“Bad girls deserve to be punished.”

“Punished?”

One dip of his head distracts me from the lightning-fast move he makes to secure a firm arm around my waist.

I swallow a scream when he lifts me higher onto the bed and secures a chain around my wrists, then hooks it into the rail of the wrought-iron headboard.

“What are you going to do to me?” I kick my legs, foolishly uncovering my body.

He chuckles, yanking the towel away from me so I’m lying there naked and exposed.

“Not sure yet.” He flashes that deadly dimple on his left cheek when he smiles. “Maybe I should get you to touch yourself again the way you did earlier. You looked like you were having fun.”

My eyes widen as I realize with humiliating horror that he was watching me.

He saw me touching myself. How, though? My bed isn’t near the windows.

The cameras… there are cameras in here, but only my father has the password to gain access in emergencies. Father has never had to use it since he installed them, which is why I thought I had privacy to do what I wanted.

So, what did Lukiyan do? Hack in?

Fuck. Of course, he did.

“You bastard,” I snap, trying to get up. The restraints, however, hold me in place, reminding me that I’m not going anywhere.

When he looms over me, the fear I felt when we first said hello rushes back to me.

“I know what I want to start with.”

Shrugging out of his jacket, he gets on the bed, and I gasp when he buries his face between my thighs.

My temperature spikes, and I feel like I’m standing next to the sun.

Lukiyan plunges his tongue into my pussy and… Oh. My. God!

Unimaginable pleasure races over my body, and I can’t believe I forgot how good this felt—him tasting me, eating my pussy as if he wants to devour me forever.

I made myself forget because of the torture of remembering and knowing I wouldn’t be able to relive the fantasy.

But look at me.

He’s here.

I was trying not to show the impact of the pleasure, but I can’t.

His tongue licks and swirls around my clit, tugging on the nub and nipping at it with his teeth. He thrusts deeper and deeper, swirling around the edges of my outer lips, and I cum on his face, losing my mind.

I cry out from the sensation and moan loudly when he slides his hands up my body and cups my breasts.

Kneading both, he continues to eat me out, then he moves to my asshole to lick me there as I lift my hips.

He thrusts his tongue inside there, too, then stops and watches me with a wild smile on his face.

The smile is one of victory. As if he knows he’s tapped into something deep inside me that only he can reach.

I know what it is.

There were some parts of that night in Brazil that were darker than I wanted to acknowledge. We had anal sex, he spanked me, almost choked me, and we were rough.

He was rough with me and dirty. There were parts that hurt, which I shouldn’t have liked as much as I did, and I never stopped him.

Now I’m chained to my bed, and I’m having the same problem.

From the foreboding look in his eyes, I know we’re both thinking of the same things.

I should scream for help. Even though I know no one will hear me, at least the scream would be some act of defiance to save myself. It would be something to show him I don’t want him.

But all I’m doing is lying here soaking up the pleasure.

“Bad girl indeed,” he mutters, moving up to my breasts.

He sucks my tight, taut nipples hard but slow, and that feels good too.

“Do you want more, Princess?”

“Y…essss,” I moan.

“Beg me. Beg me to give you more pleasure.”

I want to tell him that I won’t beg for anything, but the devil knows best.

He moves back to my pussy and slams one finger into my passage, sending me spinning into ecstasy again.

“Please,” I cry. “Please, give me more pleasure.”

I can’t believe I’m saying those words, but the desperation sweeping through me makes me believe I’ll die if he doesn’t give me more.

With a wicked smile, he returns to my breasts and sucks one then the other until my nipples are sore.

He kisses his way back down to my pussy, and the moment his lips brush over my mound, I come. Hard.

I come so hard I arch off the bed, rubbing my pussy against his face.

“Say my name, Princess.” Menace taints his smile.

“Lukiyan!”

“Good girl.”

He comes back to my lips, and we kiss, cruel and ravishing as if we can’t get enough of each other.

Feeling his hard length pressing into my belly, I crave it.

Is he going to fuck me?

Would I really allow him to take me like this?

What choice do I have?

I can’t move even if I want to.

I’m whisked from my thoughts when he pulls away and stands on the bed so he can shove his pants down his hips.

“Now, open your mouth and suck my dick.”

My mouth falls open, salivating to suck him. He moves right up to my face with his fully-erect cock, and like the brute he is, he grabs a fist of my hair and shoves his cock into my mouth.

He starts fucking my mouth with a brutal force. It’s angry and so violent I wonder if this is the real punishment for not telling him who I was.

With a strained but pleasure-filled look on his handsome face, he mutters something in what I think is Russian. In fact, I’m certain it is. I just have no idea what he’s saying, only that he sounds sexy and arousing.

Lukiyan continues speaking in Russian and surprises me when he strokes the top of my head. The language sounds like sweet nothings, like pure desire, like the magic working its way into my soul.

Then he speeds up making me gag. Tears stream from the corners of my eyes as I take his relentless pounds.

He sees my struggle but forces me to suck him harder and faster, bobbing my head up and down. His cock stiffens in my mouth, and from the growl that rips out of his throat, I sense he’s coming. Seconds later, he does, but he pulls out of my mouth and his cum spurts over my face. It pours out of his cock as he fists his length, making sure every last drop reaches me.

It’s warm on my skin and sticky. Lines of it flow on to my lips and down my neck.

“Clean up the rest and swallow it,” he commands pushing his cock back to my mouth.

Like a mindless slave, I lean forward and lick the remnants of cum off his cock.

When I swallow, he smiles with satisfaction and I hate the way my body reacts at the sight of his stupid dimples.

He bends down and comes close to my ear in a predatory manner. “This meeting never happened. Just like Brazil.”

Never happened?

Suddenly I’m pulled back to reality as I realize what he’s saying to me. I take it to mean we’re good when it comes to our secret meeting in Brazil, but deep down I’m hurt and I can’t ignore the pang that grips my heart.

How exactly am I supposed to forget I lost my virginity to him?

Never happened.

Except it did. We did.

“Do you understand me, Persephone Vittorio?” he says my name like he’s trying it out. “Understand?” His voice is harsher, scarier.

“I understand.” Although I speak, my voice sounds like it’s coming from far away.

“Good girl. We never happened. Except…” His smile becomes wicked and full of menace. “Every time you’re with your beloved fiancé, you’ll always remember the scent of me, and how I taste. You’ll always remember that I had you first. And, I still have you….Princess.”

Lukiyan plants a kiss on my chest and lingers by the tattoo masking my scar. He feels over the design, making a point of feeling over the slightly-raised skin on the scar of my deep wound, like he wants me to know he’s aware of what’s there.

Another kiss is left there along with a tingle which makes me feel… alive.

It’s strange.

Why would I feel alive when I should be disgusted with myself?

Any dignity I previously had is gone.

He moves away, tucks his cock back into his pants, and releases my restraints. One last look, and he leaves.

The door swings shut with a final click behind him, and I’m left on the bed with his cum all over me, his scent clinging to my skin like a stamp of ownership.

Even though this meeting never happened, it doesn’t feel like he’s finished with me.

It feels like he’s only just begun.