Chapter 44 Punished

Chapter 44 Punished
SIENNA

I know Lucien wouldn’t hurt me no matter how exasperated he was, but I couldn’t shake off the ominous feeling sprouting within me as I pushed the door open and stepped into his office. The atmosphere was chilly, very chilly. The only time he used to be this way was whenever he conversed with Ethan, my ex-husband.

When I looked ahead, he wasn’t in his seat, and just as I was glancing around, a huge hand grabbed my wrist and shoved me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head. I gasped, about to catch my breath, when his lips crashed into mine aggressively.

He didn’t give me the space to swallow or breathe. He bit my lips, ignoring the groans I made. He wasn’t kissing me. He was punishing me, as though that was the only thing that could suppress his burning rage and calm his boiling blood.

I didn’t struggle. I just obeyed, submitting myself to his wrath. I deserved this and more. I should have been careful.

His tongue pried into my mouth, and he licked every part of it.
I was losing my breath. My chest heaved up and down as I fought to keep up with him. I thought I would lose consciousness from the fierce kiss, but I didn’t. He broke the kiss and pulled his face back, glancing into my eyes.

“Who is he?” he breathed, his eyes piercing mine. They weren’t cold or dark. They were hurt, frustrated, and angry.

I nibbled on my lower lip, trying to find my voice. “I… I don’t know. You’re the only one worthy of getting me…”

He stopped me halfway by pressing his forehead against mine. “Liar,” he husked and captured my lips with his.

This time, it was rougher and faster, as if his life depended on it. Or maybe it actually did. Maybe hearing me groan and feeling the pain he felt when he saw the flowers was what he wanted.

With one hand pinning both my hands to the wall, the other found its way to my thigh. Since I was wearing a skirt, it was easy to reach my panties. Then, his fingers brushed against them.

He chuckled into my mouth. “You’re wet. You want me.”

His warm breath drifted into my mouth, sending a pleasurable sensation through me. It was funny how I could still crave him while getting punished. That was how much of an effect he had on me. I didn’t fight back. It was hopeless to fight back. He was already a part of me. A sin I couldn’t risk repenting from.

“Say my name.” He shifted my panties to the side and pushed two fingers into me.

I moaned, shutting my eyes and parting my lips as I savored the enjoyable sensation coursing through me in fiery waves.

“Lu… Lucien!” His name rolled off my lips flirtatiously as I wriggled my body, trying to contain the fire of lust burning within me. I couldn’t get enough of him. One minute, I was thinking of cutting him off, and the next, I wanted him to have me completely.

“Tell me, Sienna. Who’s the bastard who sent you those flowers?” he growled, thrusting into me fast and deep.

My knees weakened, and unrestricted moans escaped my lips. “I… I don’t know. I… I thought they were from you.”

“Do you want to break free from me? You don’t like me anymore? You don’t like the way I fuck you anymore?” he grunted, his fingers dipping deeper into my core.

My knees weakened, and my body trembled rigorously as sensual desire gripped me tightly.

Instinctively, I arched my back, spreading my thighs and granting him more access to my core.

‘I like you, Lucien.’ Those were the words I was about to say, but I stopped them before they could slip out. I glanced into his eyes, parting my lips and twisting my face to suppress my loud moans. What if he didn’t feel the same after I confessed my feelings to him? And what if this stopped because of that? I didn’t want that. I knew I’d been trying to end this for a long time, but not anymore. I didn’t want to ruin the undefined relationship between us, even though it seemed wrong. My body was used to him. I was scared… scared there wouldn’t be anyone who could make me feel the way he did.

“I… I’m sorry, Lucien,” I let out, digging my nails into his back.

He broke the kiss. “Not so soon, kitten,” he said, grabbing my waist and placing me on his table. Flinging most of the documents off the table, he turned me over, my knees pressing against the surface and my hands clutching the edge for support. Then, he stooped and slapped my core with his palm, sending an electrifying sensation through my bones. I trembled, hissing in satisfaction.

My skirt was drawn upward and my panties pulled down. Then, he buried his face between my thighs. His lips clutched my clitoris, sucking harshly enough to give me a bittersweet experience.

“Ah! Fuck you, Lucien,” I grunted, clenching my jaw to stop the moans from escaping. With the pleasure building within me, I could shout loud enough for my colleagues to hear, and that would be a disaster.

He spanked my butt. “No, kitten. You don’t get to fuck me,” he said against my core, his warm breath teasing it.

He didn’t stop. His tongue did a good job of swirling around every part of it. A sheen of sweat covered my body, and my knees weakened like leaves in the wind. I moaned, hissed, and begged him to stop, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure that made it feel like my brain could burst from too much of it. But he didn’t listen. He didn’t stop.

When I least expected it, he stopped, and I let out a breath of relief.

But the pause lasted only a moment. I felt his huge erection thrust into me almost immediately, and a loud moan escaped my throat.

At this point, I didn’t care if my colleagues heard or not.