Chapter 63

She throbbed as soon as those words left his mouth and felt moisture glide down her slickened sex.

His large hands slid up her rib cage and circled her supple breasts, raising them. He stared at them, then leaned down to take one into his mouth again, his tongue slow and possessive.

A small cry floated out of her, stifled by the fabric stuffed into her mouth. Her spine arched toward him, pushing her breast against his face as he continued the deliberate torture.

The sensation of his hot tongue on her nipple was unlike anything she’d ever managed to conjure in her imagination. She never wanted it to stop, but at the same time, her sex was throbbing in painful need. She let the fabric slip out of her mouth.

“Please…” she whispered, trembling with need. “Mr S-sinclair… please.”

“Mm,” he hummed around her breast, sending the vibration straight to her wet core.

She tried to speak again, but couldn’t form any words. Not with the way his tongue was sucking her into oblivion. It was like he was punishing her for her audacity. Wanting to tame the little boldness she’d recently demonstrated against him.

“Who left a random apple in the hallway?” A sudden voice in the hallway. Helena. The sound of her boots approached.

Kendall gasped, freezing.

Lucien didn’t even raise his head. Rolling his tongue around her breast, he slid his hand across the door until he found the doorknob and turned the lock.

“Oh, my gosh,” Kendall whispered. She stifled a moan, her panic mounting when she realized he had no intention of stopping.

“Wait,” she whispered. His teeth nipped at her, making her jolt and bite down on another whimper.

“That’s odd,” Helena said in the hallway. “Half-eaten food on the floor. Did Kendall…?”

She trailed off, and Kendall could somehow sense the woman’s gaze turning toward the library door. Her panic mounted, and she tapped Lucien’s shoulder.

His response was to squeeze the underside of her thighs as he held her, followed by the tempting stroking of his fingers. He was slowly making his way to the top of her thighs.

Kendall bit down on her lip, the ruthlessness of his tongue and the maddening effect of his stroking hands nearly running her mad.

What she couldn’t do was make any sounds. Like he didn’t care for her careful efforts to remain quiet, Lucien reached further under her and pressed the tip of one finger into the wet core of her panties.

A choked groan broke out of her, and she bit her lip hard enough to leave marks. His finger stiffened and he started rubbing it cruelly along her pussy.

Even through her panties, there was enough wetness to leave his finger slick. Filled with the crazed need to make her climax, he continued his torture.

She lost control. Her hips rolled eagerly toward him, fuelled by her need for release. The friction from the fabric between her sex and his finger was driving her mad, leaving her a breathless, moaning mess.

There wasn’t another word from Helena. Suddenly, the sound of her boots walking calmly away from the door could be heard.

Kendall wanted to yell at Lucien, to tell him how insane he was for continuing with someone outside the door. But she couldn’t form a single thought.

Especially not when he tugged her panties aside and his finger delved in between her slippery labia. She arched with a deep moan, digging her nails into his shoulders.

His mouth was still sucking her breast, and now he was mercilessly penetrating her most intimate parts.

Kendall couldn’t hold back. She came apart with breathless moans, her body jerking against him as he rocked her with a powerful climax.

Her legs were trembling weakly around him, and he held tightly so she wouldn’t fall. Her head fell onto his shoulder as she panted, floating on the high he’d given her.

She didn’t realize that he was walking, carrying her further into the shadowy library.

Slowly, he lowered her gently onto a sofa, leaving her to catch her breath.

She sat there, pulling her blouse back down again as she tried to clear her vision. When she raised her head again, he was standing in front of her.

The expressionless look on his face was like a slap in the face. How could he look so unaffected after what they’d just done?

Silently, he held his hand out and she looked down to see her bra folded in his hand.

Snatching it out of his hand, she clutched it against her chest and lowered her gaze in embarrassment.

“Happy?” he growled, his voice deep and dark with an emotion she was too scared to identify.

Swallowing hard, she dared to look up at him. “What?”

“Are you happy?” he demanded. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to snap, to touch your body and make you cum.”

Her face burned, her heart pounding. She’d gone too far. Her games had crossed a major line, and now she didn’t know how to fix it.

“You happy now?” he muttered.

She swallowed hard. “Th-that’s… I didn’t plan for it to… happen—”

“You didn’t plan?” He scoffed, his gaze burning with anger. “What do you think I am, Kendall? Some character that follows the lines of your script? Let me tell you something.” He leaned over, pressing both hands on either side of her so they were face to face.

She shrank away, but that only made him come closer.

“I’m a grown fucking man,” he hissed furiously. “I’m not one of your little boys. Don’t you ever try to tease me just for the hell of it, because you don’t know what I can do to you. You think you’re so bold? I had you trembling and begging me, and all I did was fuck you with my fingers.”

She pressed her trembling lips together. “I’m… I’m sorry—”

“The next time you try me like that, I’ll pin you down and fuck you until my bed is wet with your tears and juices."

Kendall stared at him. He didn't even flinch, he was deadly serious.

"I’ll make you cry, little girl," he whispered. "So, don’t test me.”

Her stomach flipped, her heartbeat thudding in her ears as his words made her stiffen with uncontrollable desire.

“Am I clear?” he demanded.

She nodded shakily, whispering, “Yes, Sir…”

He straightened, sighing as he glared down at her.

Turning, he walked toward the door and left the room.

Kendall sat there in the dark, her bra clutched against her chest as her body buzzed with the pleasure he’d given her.