Page 36 of Sensual Games

“Sure, you can.” His tongue traced my earlobe, then my jaw, traveling up and down my throat. “And when you come, it’ll be incredible. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider, fighting for the contact I needed more than anything. When I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore, he slid a finger between my lips and drove it inside me. “More!” I begged, angling my hips so he could go deeper. “Lucian, Christ. Please!”

“Please, what, Poison?” he whispered in my ear, breathing hard the way I was. Even that was good. Knowing he was into it, that getting me off got him off.

“Let me come before I combust!” I would die if he didn’t. I couldn’t take it anymore. “You’re killing me… fuck!”

“You won’t die, I promise.” He stroked me slowly, then he added a second finger to the first, but even that wasn’t enough. Nothing was as good as the feeling of him filling me, stretching me.

Something huge was building, growing in my core. Every part of me zeroed in on that sensation, working for it, willing it to explode. “Yes, yes, more, just like that!”

“Does that feel good? Is that gonna make you come?” His voice was all that kept me tethered to the world. I focused on it while the tension built, my hips leaving the mattress once I planted my feet against it so I could grind my hips.

“Let go of it,” he whispered, inviting me, nudging me closer to the edge with every breath that hit my skin. “Come for me. Let me watch you come, Poison.”

When it hit, it didn’t happen all at once. I was climbing a staircase, higher and higher, my mouth open as almost confused cries filled my tiny apartment. It was never like this. What was happening? I was so close, hanging on the edge, just a breath away from falling apart.

“Now,” he ordered, driving his fingers deep one last time, and I shuddered, clenching around him and moaning. It went on and on, finally easing enough that I could settle back on the bed with a breathless whimper. Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get better…

It wasn’t over. Through half-closed eyes, I watched him strip down, his body glistening in the late afternoon sunlight that highlighted every ripple of his body. While I adjusted myself on the bed and slid out of my robe, he unrolled a condom over his steely cock, then climbed between my parted legs.

I pulled him down on top of me, my heart swelling as he pushed his way inside. It didn’t matter how many times we did this. I couldn’t get over the first rush when our bodies connected like this.

It was electric, all of it. His weight was on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. His body was between my legs, moving slowly, grinding against my clit until there was nothing I could do but drag my nails across his shoulders and moan in his ear. “You feel so good.”

“So tight,” he grunted out. “You’re gonna make me come.”

There was something erotic about listening to him lose control. His soft grunts, his quick breathing, the way his rhythm picked up speed when I linked my legs behind his ass and drew him deeper.

I felt it building in me again, bigger with every stroke, consuming more of me. “Yes… yes, Lucian…” I whispered, kissing his neck and his shoulder, anything I could touch my lips to.

“Ivy.” My name was music when he rasped in my ear, dropping the nickname for once. “Ivy… fuck…”

“Come with me,” I begged, meeting his strokes, losing control like he was. So close. When the tension broke, he followed, groaning in my ear as shockwaves rolled through me. It was perfect, right down to the way he collapsed against me and shuddered as if he was as depleted as I was like it was as intense for him.

I closed my eyes, soaking in the blissful afterglow. Finally, my body was loose. All it took was two enormous orgasms delivered by the most infuriating sex god on two legs.

“Can I get you some water?” I pried my eyes open as Lucian got up and stretched, examining the scratches on his shoulders. “Fuck, you came close to drawing blood, Poison.” There was a wicked twinkle in his eyes when they met mine. “You’ll have to try harder next time.”

Who says there will be a next time?I wanted to ask him that, but I was too exhausted to make a joke. I settled for closing my eyes and curling up on my side.

Sleep caught me before I could take a sip of water and didn’t let up until well past midnight when I woke to find a text from Lucian.

Lucian:Didn’t want to wake you and know if you’d want me to stay. Went out, bought sandwiches, you were still asleep when I came back. Left yours in the fridge if you’re hungry, wasn’t sure which kind you’d want. Slid your keys under the door. See you tomorrow.

Sure enough, there was a pair of keys on the floor in front of the door. He had taken them off the ring so he could slide them through one at a time—smart. I could overlook him fishing them out of my bag, especially once I found three sandwiches in the refrigerator. “Turkey, tuna, roast beef,” I murmured, reading the labels out loud while my stomach growled.

I probably wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep right away now that I’d slept for hours, but at least I had plenty to think about—like Lucian Diamond and who the hell he was since I couldn’t make any sense of him.

15

LUCIAN

“That’s right. Sandra St. James. I want a case opened, but I want it to remain anonymous as to who opened it. Somebody’s got to be held responsible at that place.” The last thing I needed was my family name tied up in a nursing home exposé once the advocate’s office got involved.

The woman on the other end of the phone clicked her tongue, murmuring her sympathetic agreement. “This is why I do what I do, Mr. Diamond. You’re right to open a case based on what you’ve told me. I’ll pay a visit to the location this afternoon and follow up with you in the next couple of days.”

I thanked her, then ended the call. Having spent time over the past week looking into what I might be able to do to help Ivy’s mom, I decided this morning to officially open a case to investigate the practices in that shithole. Ivy might not want to accept my money, but I could use my influence on her behalf. It looked like I’d be able to fast-track an investigation into the facility where Sandra was being cared for.

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