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)
“Stop being such a prude, Aspen,” he said, his voice annoyed and harder than I had ever heard. “They just want to see me fuck you until you come.”
“What? No. Absolutely not.”
But it didn’t matter what I said.
He took from me anyway.
“Aspen.” Lucian’s hard voice penetrated the memory.
A cold sweat prickled down my spine, and I blinked, refocusing on the dark gaze in front of me. “I-I—”
“Shh, baby. Look at me. Be with me.”
“I-I don’t know if I c-can,” I whispered, highly aware of others watching.
He cupped my face and stroked his thumb along my cheek, partially blocking the audience’s view. “I know you can,” he assured. “I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t think you’d like it. I wouldn’t have offered you this chance to remember how powerful you are—how desirable and confident you are—if I didn’t believe it myself. Like I said before, I don’t take anything for you. I’m only offering the option for you to take this power back for yourself. So, princess, will you take it? Will you make this your own?”
His faith in me swelled until it filled my chest, crowding out everything else—the fear, the doubt, the past, until there was no space left for anything other than believing in myself, too. I rolled my lips between my teeth, trapping the emotion growing inside me. Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and breathed through the tears threatening to spill. When I opened them again, I settled for the only thing I could give him—a look that conveyed how much I was falling for him.
“Okay. I want this.”
“Why?” he asked, his gaze unyielding.
“Because it’s mine.”
“Good girl.” Pride softened the dark edge of his eyes to a rich brown. “Color?”
“Green.”
“And what if I call you wild?” he asked, his eyes conveying how much he liked the idea of me being whatever I needed to be—even if it was wild.
“Green,” I answered, strong and determined.
He hummed low in his chest before slowly rocking forward and back, sliding deeper and deeper with each push. “Eyes on me, princess.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered.
What started as slow, steady movements shifted to hard, powerful thrusts that had me crying out each time his hips snapped to mine. The slant of the couch held me at an angle that had Lucian going deeper, brushing against spots I didn’t know existed. He braced his feet against the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against my clit with each forceful thrust.
Nothing existed other than this. Whenever my mind tried to notice a noise from the crowd, I focused back on us and the sounds our bodies made coming together. The slap of his skin against mine, the wet glide of his cock fucking my cunt, his grunts and my moans—all of it like music just for us.
“Yes, baby,” he growled. “Scream for me. Let me hear how much you love the way I fuck this pussy.”
“Yes. Yes,” I cried out shamelessly. I gave in to what my body wanted, trusting Lucian to take care of everything else.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Lucian.” His name fell like a plea, but I didn’t know what I was begging for.
“I’ve got you, princess.”
He pushed deep and swirled his hips, ripping another scream from my throat. I’d be hoarse by the end of the night, and I couldn’t wait—like a bruise that would remind me of the pleasure for days later.
He leaned over and tugged the cup of my top aside to suck my nipple, flicking his tongue along the tip before gliding up my neck to my ear, where he whispered the filthiest words, taunting me to either give into my past or reclaim my future.
“They’re watching you, Aspen.”
“They’re listening to your tight wet cunt suck me in, begging me to never leave.”
“They’re watching me fuck my cock deeper and deeper inside you.”
“They’re watching your pussy leak all over my cock.”
“They’re listening to you scream like a slut.”
“They’re listening to you go wild.”
“They’re watching you lose control.”
My heart lurched into my throat, knowing he intentionally chose those final words to push me. I turned my head, meeting his heavy gaze, and my heart settled back to where it belonged. His hips slowed, giving me an opportunity to catch my breath and choose how I’d let those words affect me.
But I’d already made my choice. I’d made it months ago when I walked into his office and asked him to spank me. I chose to trust him, and I’d choose it again and again.
Leaning close, I flicked my tongue across his lips and purred, “Good.”
An animalistic growl rumbled deep in his chest, and then he was fucking me like a freight train. His thrusts grew so hard and powerful that they pushed me up the curve of the chair until he stood, and my head hung off the back.