Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
The desire to lose myself to this moment left me unsure if I even wanted to.
He wanted to play.
He could have continued pushing me until I snapped under his will. He could have teased until I fell over the edge, allowing him to take what he wanted.
Instead, he handed the power to me.
All I had to do was take it.
Did I want it?
Fuck. Yes.
I wanted the power—the control—just so I could give it back and submit to him.
“Green.”
As soon as the word passed my lips, he flipped me around to face the wall and moved my hands above my head. “Don’t you dare fucking move them.”
He dragged his hands down my body, past my breasts to my hips, where he held tight, urging me back until I was slightly hinged at my waist. His calloused fingers stroked lower to the slit of my dress before roughly skimming up my soft skin, reaching between my thighs.
“So fucking wet, princess,” he growled against my ear, sending shivers down my spine to my core. I clenched my legs together, needing more than the barely there strokes along my lace panties, and he laughed. “So needy.”
I nearly cried as he pulled back from where I wanted him, but then his hand fisted the lace at my hip, twisting until it bit into my skin. With a sharp, deliberate tug, he tore it free.
I buried my face against my arm, hiding the needy whimper that escaped, and arched back, silently pleading for more as cool air brushed between my legs.
“I’ll keep these with me,” he murmured, shoving the fabric into his pocket.
“Lucian,” I rasped, not knowing why I called to him. I wouldn’t beg, but I was desperate for him to stop torturing me.
“Shhh,” he soothed, shifting his hand back to my core. He hummed his pleasure, slipping his fingers between my folds to play with my clit. He swirled around the bud torturously slow before dragging lower to my opening, barely pressing inside. Only to repeat the process all over again.
While he teased me to the edge of release, his other hand abandoned my hip, and I moaned in anticipation when I heard the clink of his belt and the whirr of his zipper. Each motion inching us closer to what I needed.
It’d been so long since I’d had him inside me—and only once. Night after night, I woke in an agonized sweat, an unmet desire pulsing between my thighs. I didn’t know why we hadn’t had sex again, and I was too proud to ask, deciding to enjoy everything else we did while I not-so-patiently waited for more.
But the waiting was done. Thank God.
My head sagged between my arms as he flipped my dress aside, baring my ass to the cool air of the room. He stepped in close, continuing his ministrations against my pussy. But now, I felt the soft brush of him against my ass. I heard the strokes of his hand along his length.
The head of his cock caressed my opening, and I held my breath, desperate for him to stretch me open. He was so close but held back from fucking me like I wanted, sliding against my opening, using my wetness to ease his jerking fist.
A scream of frustration built in my chest with each soft touch around my clit and shallow thrust of a single finger. It rose up my throat on the cusp of release when the click of a door opening below shoved it back down.
“Dinner will be served soon, ladies and gentlemen. However, feel free to mingle and find your seats while you wait,” a muffled voice announced as the jazz band started to play.
“Shit. Lucian,” I gasped.
I tried to turn around, but he held me in place. “I’m not done yet.”
“Lucian, please.”
“Please, what, princess? Please stop?”
I didn’t know. Between the teasing torment, the increasing noise below, and the need burning me from the inside out, I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think. I just…wanted.
“Are you worried someone is going to look up here and see daddy’s little girl with cum dripping down her thighs as she begs me to fuck her?” The low, rumbling taunt vibrated against my back, sending my arousal climbing another notch. “Or are you begging me to fuck you because you’re so desperate to be filled with my cock and you don’t care who sees?”
“Oh, God,” I mewled. “Please. Please.”
He jerked himself faster as his finger slid another inch deeper inside me. “Tell me, princess. Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
My body sat on the edge of pleasure so sharp that my thoughts scattered. Words begged to be said, but I held them back, afraid of what might spill out if I didn’t. Then he withdrew his touch, and restraint vanished—I didn’t care what escaped me anymore. “Please, Lucian,” I keened. “I want you to fuck me.”