Chapter 47 ALICIA.
LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.
Before I could leave, the sound of him croaking on the floor stopped me in my tracks. He attempts to stand, but his feet are shaking, so he grabs onto the table instead, and says;
“I’m trying to help you. You and I both know what her mother means to you, and your mind.”
I close my eyes at the memory and the sting, before the face of Sloane rushes to mind, and instantly calms me. A few beats after, I open my eyes, and giving him my deadpan stare, I walk slowly to where he is hunched over.
“Don’t you dare use that. We both know exactly how my mother died.” His eyes widen, if it can be called that, because they’re closed shut from how swollen they are.
“Lucien,” He says, swallowing, “When will you finally forgive me? I never meant for any harm to come to Alicia.”
“You say that, but was my mother meant to smile and dance around at the sight of you sleeping with her friends, her secretary, every fucking woman around her. You and I know exactly why you did that; it’s because you’ve always been a weak man. A useless, spineless bastard with no control.”
I spat, as hate wrapped itself around my throat like a vice at the sight of him. He disgusted me; his actions drove my mother to alcohol and drugs, until they were all she could cope with.
“The sight of another lipstick stain, the smell of someone's woman’s perfume, the sight of her accounts drained from your lavish spending on these women. She fucking died, because you killed her!”
My voice rises as I grab him by the collar of his shirt.
He whimpers like a bitch, before I kick him in the midsection again.
“You might have fathered me by donating your sperm, but I will never consider you my father. You murdered so many of her children with your selfishness. You think six-year-old me didn’t understand what her bloody clothes meant, and the sound of her screams in the middle of the night didn’t haunt me?”
He groans as he tries to pick himself off the floor. Grabbing the bat once more, I begin to hit him with it, not caring about his groans and pleas, as he tries to shield himself from my hits.
“You killed the only other woman that matters to me, and now you think you have the power to fire anyone in my damn company! You think you can touch my girl and go scot-free?” The sound of the bat making contact with his knee pleases me, before it’s met with the sound of it dropping to the floor.
“If I ever hear my mother’s name from your lips, or I hear that you touched, breathed, or even thought about Sloane? I will end you.” I said, and walked out.
Before I left, I said without turning, “Oh, lest I forget, make sure to get that damn principal fired, and send me a list of possible candidates for the new principal in the next thirty minutes. Don’t bleed out on my floor.”
Walking off, the thought of Sloane sleeping in bed grounds me, as I grab my car keys. Everybody would get it in their thick skulls that she belongs to me, whether they like it or fucking not.
A thought pops in my mind, fuelled by my need to mark her, to own her, to let the world know to back the fuck off. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I log onto my social media and make a post.
Satisfaction fills me at the thought of the world knowing just who Sloane Bishops belongs to. Now, all I need to do is make sure she knows it too, even if I have to fuck it into her.
I watch as she snores lightly in bed. Her small frame is coddled within the sheets, as she wraps her arms around her midsection. She takes in a sharp inhale, as her lower lips meet her teeth. Her skin flushes pink, as her voice, low and sultry, whispers one thing that has my blood steaming;
“Lucien, please.” She moans low and bites her lips tighter. Her right hand moves beneath the sheets as her whimpers and moans turn louder.
I made sure to change out of my bloody clothes after beating Eldric and heading to the fight club downtown. My girl pleasures herself to the thought of me, as she whimpers, coils, and pleads to me in bed.
Her hips tilt slightly, and I know she’s about to come. Peeling my clothes off my body, I watch as her hips jerk softly, and she releases. Her face becomes aglow with satisfaction, as her whimpers become lower. My shirt falls to the floor, followed by my pants, until I stand beside her bed naked as the day I was born.
With a smirk, I head to her, my moves slow and predatory. Lifting the sheets off her body, I groan at the sight that meets me. My girl is naked in bed, with her fingers still in her pretty pussy, as her wide hips and thickness stare back at me. Her nipples are pebbled, as her tits beg me to fuck them.
To put my cock between them and paint them with my cum.
I lift her hand from her pussy softly, so she doesn’t wake up. Taking a whiff of her fingers, the sweet smell of her arousal greets me, and my cock instantly turns harder. Groaning, I lift her thighs slowly, and my girl doesn’t even stir.
My tongue darts out and takes a long lick at her pussy, from her ass to her clit. She groans softly, before she mumbles;
“Please.”
I don’t know what she’s begging for, but I begin to suck on her clit, as my finger fucks her sweet hole. Her wetness fills my mouth like the best desert ever created, as I begin to devour my favorite meal.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as she groans and angles her hips to meet my tongue’s thrusts. The grip of her hand tightens in my hair as she grinds her pussy in my face. Her clit clenches around my lips, as her wetness grows thicker in my mouth.
She tastes so good, it feels like I should never leave this place. In no time, the sound of her moans turning rapid fills my ears, and I grip onto her hips tighter, because I know she’s about to come, and there’s a possibility of her trying to escape my tongue when it gets too much.
“Please, please! I think I’m gonna cum. Lucien!” She screams, the sound of her wanton moans permeates the air, as she releases into my mouth. And just as I suspected, she tries to flee my hold, but I grab onto her tighter, my eyes darting to her, as she stares back at me with wide eyes full of shock.
“Lucien, please, it’s too much. I can’t take it.” She whimpers, but this time, she’s grinding her pussy lips to my mouth, as I suck on her through her orgasm, her hips clench, and the most beautiful expression crosses her face.
My girl screams as her juices squirt into my mouth. And like it’s a fucking desert, I gobble everything up.