Chapter 108 108. Come For Me, Fiera
She nodded breathlessly and my chest tightened. The trust and love in her eyes. The surrender.
I lined myself up again and pushed in just an inch, then leaned down to kiss her. The motion drove me deeper, my hips settling against hers, and suddenly I was buried to the hilt.
"Lucien..." Her moan poured directly into my ear, high and broken and perfect. Her nails dug into my back, body arching up into mine like she wanted to fuse us together. I felt her everywhere. Around me, beneath me, consuming me.
As she adjusted, I kissed her deeply. Her chest heaved against mine, every breath ragged. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
"You're overdressed," I murmured against her mouth, pulling back slightly. "I don't like it."
I braced my weight on one arm and held her steady with the other while she fumbled with her top, pulling it up and over her head. Her bra was discarded next and finally I could ravish those sexy little nipples.
When I leaned back down, I caught one nipple in my mouth and thrust at the same time, not pulling out completely, just a rolling grind that made her gasp. Her back arched, pushing more of her breast into my mouth. I sucked harder, flicking my tongue over the sensitive peak, and she moaned my name over and over again.
"Eyes on me," I reminded her, lifting my head.
She tried so hard. Her green eyes locked on mine, hazy with pleasure, but when I started moving in deep, her eyes fluttered closed despite herself.
I didn't blame her. The feeling of her wrapped around me was enough to make my own vision blur. She was made for me. Every inch of her was designed to fit every inch of me.
"That's it," I groaned, one hand gripping her hip to angle her better. "Take all of me, Fiera. You're so good for me. So fucking perfect. So deliciously mine."
Her hands roamed my back, my shoulders, anywhere she could reach. Her nails scraped down my spine and I hissed, the sharp pleasure-pain making me thrust harder. Her hips rose to meet every thrust, chasing the pleasure building between us.
"Right there?" I shifted my angle and thrust again, hitting a special spot that intensified her cry. "That's it, baby. I can feel you getting tighter. You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
"Yes... Yes, please... Lucien, please-"
"Then come." I drove into her harder, giving her everything. "Come for me, Fiera. Let me feel you."
She shattered, crying my name, her walls clamping down around me in rhythmic pulses that threatened to drag me over the edge with her. Her nails still raked down my back, and I loved that she was marking me, claiming me as much as I was claiming her.
The sensation of her coming around me, the sounds she made, the way her whole body trembled, it was too much. I buried my face in her neck and followed her into oblivion, groaning her name as I emptied myself inside her. Pleasure crashed through me in waves so intense I saw stars.
We lay tangled together afterward, both of us trembling, struggling to catch our breath. I couldn't move. Didn't even want to move.
Wanted to stay buried inside her forever, feeling her heartbeat against mine.
"Lucien," she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
"Mmm?"
"I love you."
Those three words. They destroyed me and put me back together at the same time. I lifted my head to look at her, brushing damp hair from her face.
"I love you too, Fiera. More than anything. More than everything."
She smiled and pulled me down for a kiss. Slow and tender this time, no urgency, just love and trust and the promise of forever.
I rolled to the side, pulling her with me, tucking her against my chest. She fit perfectly there, she always has. My hand traced idle patterns on her spine while her fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck.
"That was..." she started, then laughed breathlessly. "I don't even have words."
"Good." I pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Because I plan to make you speechless regularly."
She swatted my chest but snuggled closer. "You're insufferable."
"You love me insufferable."
"Unfortunately, I do."
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, just breathing together, existing in this perfect moment. But I could feel her mind working, could sense the question before she asked it.
"Is she really missing?"
My heart kicked against my ribs, going from languid satisfaction to sharp alertness in a second. "Who?"
"Jessica." She tilted her head up to look at me. "That call earlier. Is she actually missing or is this some kind of scheme?"
I forced myself to hold her gaze, to keep my expression neutral even as lies formed on my tongue. I hated this. Hated lying to her when we'd just made love, when her body was still warm and pliant against mine, when she was looking at me with so much trust.
But what choice did I have? If I told her the truth, that Jessica was locked in a property in Switzerland, that I'd essentially kidnapped her, she'd lose her mind. She'd see herself as the reason someone was imprisoned. She'd blame herself for my choices, carry guilt that wasn't hers to carry.
I couldn't let that happen.
"Jessica's been working on her spring collection for next year," I said, keeping my tone casual. "Fashion week preparation. She's probably buried in fabric swatches and sketches."
Camila's brow furrowed slightly. "Then why would her assistant be worried enough to call you?"
"I have no idea." I brushed a strand of hair from her face, the gesture tender even as I wove my lies. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue but i pushed through it.
"Plus, I heard through some industry contacts that she's pregnant. Some random hookup, probably. If she's hiding out, it's because she doesn't want the press finding out before she's ready to spin it into a PR opportunity. You know how she operates. Everything's a calculated move with Jessica."
Camila relaxed slightly against me, her fingers resuming their absent circles on my chest.
"I guess that makes sense. She always did know how to control a narrative."
Will you forgive me this time when you find out I lied?
The question burned through my mind like acid. Last time had nearly destroyed us, even though I'd had a good reason then too.
This was the same, wasn't it? I had to get my revenge against Don and she'd want that for me too, right?
The deception sat heavy in my chest, threatening to crush the peace we'd just found.
I'd need to tell Rafael to handle this first thing tomorrow. Have Jessica's team release some statement about taking a creative sabbatical, leaving the brand in the hands of her design team. Make it official enough that Camila wouldn't question it anymore. Cover my tracks before they could trip me up.
"Hey." Camila pushed up on one elbow, studying my face with those perceptive green eyes that saw too much. "Where did you go?"
"Nowhere, mi amor." I pulled her back down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, breathing in her scent. "Just thinking about how lucky I am."
She snorted softly. "That's the sex talking."
"No." I tipped her chin up, making her meet my eyes, pouring every ounce of sincerity I had into my gaze. "That's me talking. You're everything, Fiera. My everything. My beginning and my end. The reason I breathe."
I lay awake long after she'd fallen asleep, staring at the ceiling. Jessica was locked in Switzerland. Camila thought she was pregnant and hiding. And I was the only one who knew the truth, carrying it alone in the dark.
All for my revenge.
God, I hoped she'd understand that when the truth finally came out. I hoped the love we'd just made, the trust she'd just given me, would be enough to weather one more storm.
Because losing her would destroy me in ways no business deal, no inheritance, no revenge, no amount of power ever could.