Chapter 57 CORNERED...
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
We make eye contact through the mirror. He stands in a darker part of the bathroom; it’s almost like I was hallucinating, and he wasn’t really here with me. My eyes squint to see him more clearly, and he chooses that moment to walk into the light.
I gasp sharply, taking the look in his eyes.
His blue eyes are almost obsidian now…they’re filled with something dangerous, something tethering off a great edge, and I think he’s already gone over, and I’d be left to deal with the consequences of a volatile Lucien.
“That was a wonderful stunt you pulled, sunshine.” He says, a dry chuckle on his lips, as he moves closer to me with each step, until he stops right behind me.
I don’t move.
Hell, I don’t even fucking breathe near him. It’s like he gives off pheromones that suffocate the room with his air.
“You said you don’t know what she’s referring to.” He chuckles again, but this time, his fingers trace the skin of my back, and all of a sudden, I hate the fact that I picked something backless.
I shiver internally as he breathes in my scent before groaning like he’s having his fix of me. His eyes close momentarily, before they flash open again, and they’re back on mine.
“You were in his car. Tell me, did he pick you up? Hmm. Did he get to see you like this before me? Did you wear this for him? Tell me, baby, am I going to break his nose tonight, or maybe his legs, or his face? Because he smiled at you. He fucking smiled at what’s mine. He opened the door for what’s mine, and you smiled at him.”
I stared at him with wide eyes…. How did he know Ace and I came here from my house?
Did he?
“Yes, baby. I watched everything.” He whispers in my ears before sucking on the skin of my neck.
He tugs on it softly before he goes back to his sucking. My knees buckle, weakening from the pool in my belly, but he doesn’t let me fall, because his hands grip me softly by my waist.
“You’re gonna pay for it, baby. You’ll come on my cock, you’ll take me like a good girl, and you’ll scream loud enough for him to know who the fuck you belong to.”
I guess I should say no.
I should flip my hair and walk away like this doesn’t affect me, like I don’t want him to take me right here, and right now.
Like, I don’t want him to make me scream.
He sees it in my eyes, because he chuckles, and grips my hair so tight, I hiss from the burn, “You want it, don’t you? You want everyone to hear you being railed by me tonight.” He says, but I keep my lips shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing my voice.
“I won’t touch you until you speak, baby. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, low enough for him not to hear, but he catches it. His eyes darken instantly at my muffled consent.
“Louder, baby.” He groans, slapping my pussy through my short dress.
“I want it.” I groaned at the feel of his smack hitting my clit. My naked pussy was so wet, my inner thighs were already sticky from the anticipation of him entering me.
“But first, I should let you know, I haven’t had dinner yet. And I’m fucking starving.” He flips me around to face him before lifting me to sit on the countertop.
He lifts my dress up to my waist, his eyes not once leaving mine. Once my dress is at my waist, his eyes stray to my naked pussy, and I see his eyes slightly widen at the sight.
“No panties.” His voice is hard, and his eyes are back on me with a dangerous look. “Did you do that for him? Hmm?” He asks, but before I can give him a retort, he impales me with his fingers.
“Ohh!” I yelp at the contact, as pleasure fills my nerve endings. Throwing my head back in relief, I groan at the feel of his thick, long fingers inside my pussy. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“Good?” He echoes.
“Yes.” I bite my lip. This time, my eyes are on his fingers inside my core.
“You haven’t answered my question. Did you do this for him?” I pursed my lips instead, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of me wearing this for him.
“Was I a bet?” I asked instead, and his eyes darken even more, as his fingers increase their pace inside me, to the point that my pleasure is almost blinding.
One thing about Lucien: no act was too small with him. His fingering me, eating me, fucking me..everything was so consuming, I barely got time to adjust to it, before he was making me scream again.
“Oh, baby. You don’t know the half of it, but I swear it, you will tonight.” He says, removing his fingers from inside me.
I moan at the loss of contact, as my wetness trails the outside of my pussy lips. His fingers are drenched with my juices, but that doesn’t revolt him, because he lifts his fingers to his mouth without losing eye contact with me, and he sucks them clean.
“You’re so delicious.” My walls clench from his dirty words and the action, but before I could get another word out, his mouth is on my pussy.
“Fuck!” I scream over the music blasting from outside, as his tongue fills my mouth with an erotic sound. He doesn’t let me recover, though, because his hands are around my hips, keeping me from moving, and making me take every lick, every flick of my clit, and every moment he sucks on my juices.
“I can’t. Mmmmm. Lucien.” I barely recognize myself as my hands bury his face in my juices, and my legs wrap themselves around his head. “It’s so good. Please. Please, I can’t take it.” I scream as he chuckles against my pussy, the feel of the warm air of his lips against my hot, wet pussy sending waves of arousal through me.
“You say that every time, baby. You can take it, trust me.” With that, his lips wrap around my clit, and his fingers fuck me.
He sucks on my clit. Hard.
And just like that, I’m falling around him, but as usual, he doesn’t let me escape.
I come with a violent scream and shudder, my juices drenching the countertop, as I scream my lungs out.
“I’m coming! Hmmm, it’s too good. LUCIEN FUCK!” I scream because he doesn’t let up, still sucking me through my orgasm, lapping up my juices like it’s fucking candy to him.
“You’re so delicious, baby.’ He groans before sucking on my pussy again. My pleasure builds again, as my walls constrict around his tongue.
“Lucien, please. I don’t think I can take it anymore.” I groan, my nipples pebbling in my dress to fucking stone, as my hot skin tingles beneath his touch.
He barely pays me any mind, though; his face is still buried between my thighs, until my pleasure crashes into me again, and just like last time, he doesn’t let me escape him.
Letting out a guttural groan around my pussy, he eats me like I’m food after a long day in a desert.
But I’m not complaining; I fucking love it.
He pulls back, his lips collecting a string of my sticky wetness. But he licks it off before rising to his feet. He stands before me and peels off his clothes like they’re layers to him.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, and you’re going to scream until that fucker hears and knows who the fuck you belong to.” My legs are spread wide, waiting for his cock to fill me.