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)
“That’s your disgusting leftovers from when you marked me like some kind of animal.” Her attempted snarl was breathless.
“Nice try,” I laughed softly. “This,” I said, dragging my finger through her slit before pushing inside, “is all you.”
She growled like the animal she just mentioned and shoved back, managing an inch of space before I had her back against the wall. I traced my tongue up her neck, shifting my hand wide over where I came between her legs.
“Did you like having my cum on you all night?” I asked, nipping her ear before soothing it with a sucking kiss. “I liked knowing it was there, dripping down the lush curve of your ass, keeping you from spreading those pretty thighs for anyone else.”
“It was disgusting.”
I snorted at her weak protest, knowing she meant it to be strong instead of a raspy whimper. “Hopefully you weren’t too sad about missing out on Ash because you won’t be fucking him ever again. You won’t be fucking anyone but me.”
She went still.
Her reaction sparked a sharp burn in my chest, fearing that the realization she wouldn’t be with Ash again drained the fight from her. I reached for another explanation instead—something easier to accept. Like maybe she was giving in to me.
And maybe…I was a fucking idiot.
She turned her head slowly, a predatory curve to her full lips that promised trouble as her gaze found mine. “Only for five years,” she taunted, reminding me of the stipulation in our contract. “Then I’ll fuck everyone but you.”
If I thought my control was gone before, I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Heat burned through me, my body vibrating with an animalistic instinct to claim, claim, claim.
She was mine.
I hooked my arms around her and lifted her clean off the floor, carrying her to my room. She screamed and thrashed, fists striking uselessly, but I locked my grip and refused to let go. I kicked the door shut behind me and crossed the room in three strides, tossing her onto the bed without ceremony.
She hit the mattress with a breathless oof, legs dangling. She moved to roll away, but I pinned her against the edge with my hips and hands planted firmly on her back.
“I won’t fuck you, you asshole.” Her shout carried a breathy excitement. “Not after the way you treated me.”
I didn’t bother responding. I caught the lace at her back and tore it open, the sound of ripping fabric far more satisfying than any reply.
“Lucian,” she shrieked. “This dress was expensive.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I growled, shoving the material down her arms.
“You’re a fucking barbarian. Get off me.”
“No.”
She screamed, kicking her legs and swinging ineffective fists. All while I held her down with one hand and used the other to unfasten my pants. My cock sprang free, and I groaned. My earlier orgasm had been more torture than pleasure. Each jerk had brought me against her wet heat, teasing myself right alongside her. The tension after that built through the night left me harder than before I came.
Our current battle and dubious consent sank deep into my blood, stirring a desperate need I couldn’t remember ever experiencing before.
“Lucian, I said no. Get off me. Get off.”
Impatient to have her naked, I broke through the zipper of her skirt, tugging it to pool at her feet.
Her hips jerked, trying to stop me from lining up my cock. My muscles strained to hold her still, sweat beading at my brow. I grunted when she landed a sharp kick to my ankle—almost calling it quits when she came close to injuring my balls, but catching the sheen of my cum on her ass made me more determined.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, the head of my cock lodged in the warm heat of her opening. With Herculean effort, I refrained from shoving inside, folding my body over hers to whisper, “You did this, princess. You just had to keep pushing and pushing until I pinned you down and forced my cock up your tight little cunt. Didn’t you?”
“No.” The scream tore from her throat, carrying more of a trembling plea rather than terror, sending bolts of anticipation down my spine.
We’d been playing with fire since the gala. At home, it turned into an inferno. The fight stopped being about words and started being about control. I trusted her to say the word if it went too far—but I wasn’t willing to risk it. “Color?” I asked softly, ready to stop.
She went still, and I held my breath, a thousand possibilities tearing through my mind.
God, please don’t make me stop.
I stood behind her, her pussy warm around the head of my cock, ready to fuck her until she forgot everything but the feel of me inside her.
I didn’t want to stop. I really, really didn’t want to stop.
But I would. Fuck, I would.