Chapter 57 Chapter Four of His Favourite Sin
Chapter Four – Salem
He didn’t give me a second to breathe. Not one heartbeat. Not one whisper of hesitation.
Lucian spun me around and bent me over the hallway table like I weighed nothing. My cheek pressed against the polished wood, and the cold bit into my skin—but his heat? It seared through me. His palm pinned my lower back down, firm and punishing.
“Soaking,” he snarled. “Dripping like a little bitch in heat. Is this for him?” His fingers dragged through the slick mess between my thighs, spreading it. "You wanted his hands on you?"
“No,” I moaned, trying to buck into him. “Not him. Never him. I just—”
He shoved two fingers inside me and curled them up hard.
I screamed.
"Then who, Salem?" he snapped, fucking me open with nothing but his hand and fury. “Who does this cunt belong to?”
"You," I gasped, tears stinging my eyes. "It's always been you."
He chuckled, low and venomous. “Of course. You only get this wet for me. Even if your little games say otherwise.”
I whimpered as his third finger shoved inside, rough and deep, hitting a spot that made my knees buckle. “Fuck,” I cried, trembling under his touch. “Lucian—”
“That’s right.” His free hand gripped my hip so tight I’d probably bruise. “Say my fucking name when I’m knuckle-deep in this dripping cunt.”
I bit back a scream, grinding back on his fingers, chasing the edge already burning behind my eyes. But he pulled out—slow, deliberate, denying me.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured darkly. “You don’t get to come that easily, little brat.”
Then I heard the hiss of his zipper. My heart nearly stopped.
“Lucian—”
“You brought this on yourself,” he said, lining himself up with my soaked entrance. “You want this?” he growled, dragging it through my folds, teasing, torturing. “You want this cock, baby girl?”
"Yes," I choked. “Please, Lucian—”
He didn’t let me finish.
He slammed into me with one brutal thrust.
I cried out, my body stretching around him, so big I could barely take it. He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He grabbed my waist with both hands and started fucking me like a man possessed—like he had something to prove.
"Mine," he growled through gritted teeth. "You walk around this house in those tight little dresses, touching yourself in the dark like I can’t hear you, moaning into your pillow like I wouldn’t recognize the sound of your fucking climax—"
Slap.
His hand came down hard on my ass. I gasped.
"You wanted this, you dirty little thing," he snarled. "Parading around with those big fucking eyes, begging for me to ruin you.”
His cock slammed into me again, deeper, harder, like he wanted to break something inside me. And God, maybe I wanted him to.
My whole body shook. I was soaked—ruined—panting, crying, begging for more.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up against his chest, still buried balls-deep inside me.
I screamed. Loud. Raw. My nails scraped at the wood, legs shaking from the force of it. He didn’t give me time to adjust—just dragged out and rammed back in, over and over, brutal and wild.
My breath came in gasps. My body lit up from the inside out. Every thrust stole thought, logic, everything.
“You think I didn’t notice you?” he growled, voice feral in my ear. Another thrust. “Walking around dripping wet, flashing that tight ass, looking for punishment?”
Slap.
His palm landed hard across my ass, and I jolted.
“Well, sweetheart,” he bit out, slamming in deeper, harder, “You just fucking earned it.”
I was crying his name now, completely undone, my body arching to meet every brutal snap of his hips. My core clenched around him, desperate, begging.
“You feel that?” he hissed. “That’s what happens when you tempt the devil, Salem. You get ruined.”
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please—Don't stop—”
His hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me back against his chest, still buried deep inside me.
Another brutal thrust. Another claiming. My scream echoed off the hallway walls as his cock split me wide, stretching every inch of me, filling me like I’d been made to take him. My fingers clawed at the table, searching for something to hold onto, something solid—because he was unhinging me. Ruining me. Owning every part of me with every relentless thrust.
He slammed into me over and over, hips pistoning, cock brutal and deep, battering against my cervix like he wanted to leave bruises on my soul. His balls slapped against my soaked folds, his other hand moving between my thighs to rub my clit.
“Brought that pretty boy into my house,” he growled, tongue filthy and dripping sin, “and had the nerve to let him touch you”
I was babbling now, unable to form words. My mouth opened in silent moans as the coil in my belly twisted tighter, tighter—
“You’re mine,” he said, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “Every filthy moan, every trembling inch of this body—mine.”
He grabbed my arms and yanked me up against his chest. I was limp in his hold, his cock still pounding into me from behind, my breasts bouncing with every punishing thrust.
“You gonna come?” he asked, lips brushing my ear. “Gonna drench my cock with that spoiled, desperate little pussy?”
“Yes—yes—Lucian, please—!”
“Then come, you needy fucking brat. Come for your guardian. Come for the man who’s gonna ruin you for every other cock in the goddamn world.”
I shattered.
My vision went white. My pussy spasmed around him, clenching so hard it forced a groan out of his throat. My whole body seized and trembled, drowning in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
But he didn’t stop.
Lucian growled low, voice wrecked, as he threw me back onto the table. My legs hung limp over the edge, still twitching from the aftershocks, but he was already spreading them again.
“Not done,” he rasped. “You don’t get one and think we’re done, Salem. Not after what you pulled.”
I barely had time to suck in a breath before he dove between my legs.
His mouth latched onto my clit, tongue savage and relentless. He licked, sucked, and growled like a man possessed. My legs kicked, my hips jerked, but he gripped my thighs and pinned me down like I was prey and he was the wolf.
And he devoured me.
“You taste like fucking sin,” he muttered, lips slick with me. “Sweet, spoiled, ruined fucking sin.”
I was crying now. Moaning. Legs trembling as a second orgasm barreled through me, my body shaking with no time to recover.
And still—he didn’t stop.
Lucian stood, wiped his mouth, and slammed back inside me.
This time, it was feral.
He fucked me with all the control of a man who’d been starved for ten years and finally got his first taste. One hand clutched my throat, squeezing just enough to blur the edges of my vision, while the other played with my nipple, tugging, twisting.
“I should fuck a baby into you,” he snarled. “Fill this tight little cunt up so full you can’t walk. Make sure everyone knows you belong to me.”
I came again—violent and wet—squirting around his cock, sobbing his name like a broken prayer.
That did it.
Lucian grunted, snapped his hips one last time, and came inside me with a roar. Thick, hot spurts filling me up, dripping out around his cock. He didn’t pull out. Didn’t soften. Just stayed buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine, our bodies tangled in sweat, tears, and need.
His voice, when it finally came, was hoarse. Dangerous.
“You ever try to make me jealous again, little girl…” He paused, then bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. “You won’t be walking for a week.”
I smiled through the haze.
Mission fucking accomplished.