Chapter 55 Chapter 55
"Hus... Husb..."
Before I could even complete myself he pressed the vibrator once again against my sensitive bud.
"Ahhh... Lucien!" I bite my lower lip "Don't stop!"
"Then admit that he is nothing to you. That your body, your soul, your heart, everything belongs to me only"
"No!" I spat.
"Yes, you do"
And just when I was about to cum, he stopped again. He tossed the vibrator aside. My chest heaved up and down as I watched him remove his pants and boxers.
"And no matter how much you lie to this world, to me, and to yourself. I know the truth"
"Ahhh"
I moaned when he thrust inside me in one push. I was so wet that it slid inside without any resistance.
"Say it, Cynthia," he growled. His voice was rough, vibrating against my collarbone. He was moving at a slow pace, driving me towards the edge "Say that he never touched you like this. Say that his name is just a shield you use to hide from the truth."
My eyes squeezed shut as I shook my head. My breaths were coming out in broken gasps. I was floating between the need and urge to fight.
I wanted to scream, to fight, to tell him that he was wrong but the way my body arched to meet him told a different story. The friction was a sweet torture, a fire that was consuming every lie I had ever told.
"He... I have been with him for the past five years" I swallowed "more than I ever did with you"
He began to move faster this time.
"But your body still remembers me" he thrust inside so deep as if he wanted me to brand as his. "You may lie, but your body can't"
I gasped when he drilled inside me at an animalistic speed.
"You’re mine," he hissed, his lips brushing mine. "Every breath, every moan, every secret, belongs to me as you belong to me."
"Lucien... please," I sobbed, my head thrashing as I felt the coil tighten in my stomach. I was afraid he might stop.
"Tell me," he demanded, "Tell me who you belong to."
My world was spinning, and the pressure was too much. I couldn't think of anything other than getting the release. I couldn't hold myself back anymore.
"You!" I screamed.
Lucien gave one last brutal push and the climax ripped through me.
"Lucien!"
"Cynthia!"
Both of us moaned at the same time as we came together.
Lucien collapsed over me, crushing me under his weight. His face was buried in the crook of my neck as we breathed heavily.
For a moment, it felt like I was floating on clouds. For a long time, the only sound in the room was the ragged sound of our breathing.
Slowly, Lucien lifted himself off of me. He nibbled and sucked on my neck, leaving his marks while he was still inside me. With every nibble he was chanting, "You are mine"
"Luc ... Lucien" I stuttered as I tried to move under him, reminding him I was being crushed and my hands were still cuffed.
Slowly he reached out for the cuffs and unlocked them. The blood rushed down my arms. Before I could even rub my wrists, his large hands clamped around my waist. With one powerful tug, he pulled me up and flipped our positions.
Suddenly I found myself straddling him. My knees sank into the soft mattress on either side of his hips, and my messy hair fell over my shoulders like a curtain, trapping us in our own small world.
"Ride me," he growled in a deep and authoritative voice.
The sound came from deep within his chest; it was so dark and commanding that it left no room for me to refuse.
He lay his head back against the pillow and locked his eyes on me as if he already owned me.
"Move!" He ordered
I hesitated, my heart thudding so hard against my ribs that it hurt. My dress was still bunched up around my waist, and the heat coming off his body was searing. I felt small sitting on top of him, but the way his hands stayed firm on my thighs made me feel like the center of his universe.
"Lucien, I..." I started. I needed to ask him something and I am not sure if I will get this chance again.
"Shhh" he hissed "Don't talk. Just move. Show me how much you’ve missed this while you were playing house with a ghost."
I bit my lip as my eyes stung. I wanted to tell him that Adrian was ten times the man he was, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I put my hands on his broad shoulders and shifted my weight, sliding against him.
A low groan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut for a split second. Seeing him lose control, even just a little bit, gave me a rush of power.
I pick up my pace and soon the room is filled with the sound of our heaving breathing.
I hated the fact that I was drowning in the man I was supposed to loathe.
"This ... This is the only way you can get pleasure, Cynthia" he moaned "Remember that for life. I will cut the man in pieces who will try to even touch what's mine!"
"Ahhhh"
I yelped when his hands moved from my thighs to my waist, guiding my rhythm, pushing me to go deeper and faster.
"Come, Cynthia. Come all over me" he rasped "You should know who you belong to."
I couldn't fight it anymore and the second orgasm came faster than I expected. I cried out his name once again as he also came inside me.
I fell on his chest. Slowly he pulled out of me but didn't let me go.
"This is the place, you belong, Cynthia" he mumbled, holding me tight, against his chest.
I hated how after everything I still felt safe in his arms.
We just stayed like this for a long moment. Our breathing slowly became calm and rhythmic.
After staying like that for around 10 minutes I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and there was a different kind of serenity on his face. It was as if he wanted to be in this moment only.
"Lucien" I called him softly, moving my fingers on his chest, softly.
After a moment of silence, he hummed in response with his eyes still closed.
"Tomorrow is Gala night."
His eyes shot open as if he suddenly remembered something. His jaw clenched and his chest tightened under me.
"So?" His voice suddenly turned cold and ruthless.
"Can you take me there?"