Page 34 of Bought and Enjoyed

“I apologize for that,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t have time to take the usual precautions when I left to come find you. Your clear need for your sponsor’s firm hand made me a little incautious.”

I gazed at Lucas, taking in the intensity in his ice-blue eyes, the firm set of his jaw. The facade he had presented to the crowd outside had vanished completely, replaced by the commanding presence I had come to both fear and crave. My body responded instantly to his dominance, a rush of heat flooding through me.

“I understand,Monsieur,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lucas’ eyes narrowed slightly as he studied me. “Do you?” he asked, his tone low and dangerous. “Because I’m not sure you fully grasp the gravity of the situation,ma chère.”

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You disobeyed me,” he growled. “You touched what belongs to me without permission. And now, because of my haste to correct your behavior, you’ve been thrust into the public eye.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, equal parts fear and arousal. I squirmed in my seat, acutely aware of the growing dampness between my legs. My panties felt suddenly constricting, the fabric clinging to my heated flesh.

“The press will be relentless,” Lucas continued, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my entire body. “They’ll dig into your past, speculate about our relationship, hound you at every turn. You must be prepared for this.”

CHAPTER 15

Alice

I nodded mutely, my throat too tight to form words. Lucas’ hand came up to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

“But first,” he said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “we need to deal with your disobedience.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding frantically in my chest. “Yes,Monsieur,” I whispered.

Lucas’ eyes gleamed with a mixture of anger and arousal. His hand moved from my chin to grip the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Tell me, Alice,” he growled. “What exactly were you doing in that bathroom stall?”

Heat flooded my face as I recalled my frantic self-pleasure just minutes ago. I lowered my eyes, unable to meet Lucas’ penetrating stare.

“I… I touched myself,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Lucas’ grip tightened, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. “And who does that little cunt belong to?” he demanded.

“You,Monsieur,” I whimpered.

“That’s right,” Lucas snarled. “It belongs to me. And you dared to play with my property without permission.” He cast his eyes toward the divider that separated us from his driver. “Jules, let’s take a tour of the Bois de Boulogne before we return to Alice’s place, to lose our pursuers.”

“Oui,monsieur,” the neutral voice came back, and I felt a new flush of mortification as I remembered that this unseen Jules of course knew a great deal about my humiliating submission to his employer. That blush couldn’t hold a candle, though, to the one I experienced when Lucas returned his attention to me and issued his next command.

“I think you need a reminder of your place, you little whore,” he said. “You’re going to kneel in front of me and suck my cock while we have our drive in the woods.”

My heart had risen, a glow of affection suffusing it, as I had thought of holding hands as we drove through the storied park where so many scenes of clandestine romance, in so many French novels, had taken place. The sudden revelation that Lucas intended a very different sort of scene made my heart jump with fright even as the arousal below my belly surged so high I had to bite my lip.

I looked into Lucas’ eyes, desperate for some indication of… I didn’t know, until I saw it there, in that searching blue gaze.Care.As simple as that, my mind went back to the other such scene I had lived, in another car with a very different sponsor,the horrid Martin. Martin’s eyes had had in them the opposite of care—a sort of amused recklessness, a will simply to make me submit in the most degrading way possible, to enjoy himself at all costs.

Lucas’ face, though, told me the opposite, or perhaps the converse, or maybe even the same message but delivered in the proper way. I couldn’t figure it out, and I wondered if I ever would because every time I looked into my sponsor’s eyes I couldn’t seem to think straight. Lucas definitely intended to use me for his pleasure; he wanted me on my knees in front of him here in his limo for precisely that reason, to enjoy himself in my mouth while he escaped the paparazzi. He meant to make the most of my body’s holes, whether I felt like yielding them or not, but his eyes nevertheless said that he cared how I felt about it.

Not just cared, either; the slight crease in his brow and the angle of his chin told me that it made all the difference in the world to him. He could see it, I knew. The little smile that played across his lips confirmed it: Lucas Moreau knew that the idea of having my face fucked as we drove through the Bois de Boulogne made me dizzy with arousal, made my hips twitch, my still sore bottom squirm on the car seat.

I shook my head at the paradox, and the tug of his hand in my hair brought a whimper of mingled discomfort and arousal. Lucas’ eyes narrowed, the little smile widening just a bit.

“Oui, ma petite salope,” he murmured. “You must. Don’t make the punishment you have coming worse with more disobedience. On your knees this instant.”

A new rush of heat flooded my cheeks as I kept gazing into those intense blue eyes. Despite the shame burning my face, I couldn’t deny the thrill of arousal that coursed through me just at hiscommanding tone. With trembling hands, I moved to obey, sliding off the plush leather seat onto my knees before him.

Lucas leaned back, his legs spreading wider to accommodate me between them. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me forward as his other hand worked to unfasten his trousers. I watched, mesmerized, as he freed his already hardening cock.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.

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