Page 69 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

He ignores my words and instead, dips his head down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against my throat. I gasp as his hand grips the back of my thigh and yanks my leg up and over his. The thickness of his length rubs between my thighs, insistent.

“Luc!” I slap his chest, but there’s no strength in my strike. With the knowledge that Kincaid is on the move, I’m feeling giddy. I’m feeling … excited. We’re so fucking close, Luc and I. Close in body and close in terms of getting everything we ever wanted against his father.

I blink—realizing that this might just be the first time I’ve acknowledged that it isn’t just my revenge. It’s his too.

Luc turns suddenly, keeping his arm wrapped around me. Another gasp leaves my lips in a rush as I’m flung upward into a sitting position, both of my legs over his waist as he grins up at me. Luc lifts his hips and prods my panty-covered pussy with his dick.

“Luc…” I’m weak to him. Weak to the moment. “I have to—”

“Yes, you do have to,” he chuckles, interrupting me. Both of his hands grip my waist as he thrusts up against me, skimming my clit beneath the fabric with the hard ridge of his quickly hardening erection. “You have to keep me from going insane, pretty girl, and there’s only one cure.”

What I have to do is tell him about the information I just received. I need to tell him about his father. There was no location included in the message, but I’m not stupid. I know what Kincaid is doing. He’s making his own plans and he’s coming for me, he’s coming forus.

A low, deep, masculine groan echoes through my ears and I feel my pussy soften as Luc continues his movements below. He urges me to move against him, rubbing myself up and down his length. It’s ridiculous—we could just strip out of our clothes and he could be inside me, relieving us both in two seconds. Instead, though, he urges me to just rub against him, picking up the pace as I grind down on his cock. His hands lift and drop me back down like we’re sixteen again—riding out our pleasure on the precipice of going too far.

“Luc…” A moan bubbles up out of my chest. I’m panting, moving faster, wanting more. Craving it the same way an addict craves their next hit. I ride him like that, closer and closer, until I can’t take it anymore.

Ripping myself free from his masterful hands, I jerk his boxers down until his cock springs free, jutting upward. Long. Thick. Proud. My breath catches in my throat and my mouth waters. My hand skims up the shaft and then back down as I grip him tight.

“Fuck, Micki!” Luc’s head snaps back and his hips jolt hard as I stroke him. The smallest bit of precum oozes out of the head and I move my hand up, rubbing a thumb across the soft and hot opening there. Around and around, I spread the sticky fluid until it becomes too much for me to bear, and I lean forward, taking him into my mouth.

I suck him down, lapping at the opening, tasting him. His cock pulses in my mouth, against my tongue. My head bobs up and down languidly, slowly, but firmly. Muscle memory. I’ve done this so many times before, but never like this. I lick along his length, dragging the flat part of my tongue up the side of his cock until I reach the head and lap once more at his opening. More precum drips out and I lick it up. Below me, Luc’s limbs are encased in a full body shudder.

On either side of his hips, Luc’s fists grip the sheets, damn near tearing them as he tries to restrain himself. I love that about him. That he can sense my playfulness, my desire, and he works at trying to give me what I want. If I asked him for the moon, he’d move heaven and Earth to get it for me. Few can say that and mean it.

I suck him for several more minutes, driving him and myself to the brink of madness. Never has a man tasted so delicious. It should be a fucking crime. Luc rears up on his elbows, his ocean blue gaze glittering dangerously as I look up at him with my lips wrapped around his dick and my hand cupping his balls, squeezing lightly.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, pretty girl,” he warns me.

I know, but that’s the point of playing dangerous games—getting too close to the line until it blurs and you don’t know where you’re standing.

Finally, though, I can’t take it anymore. The desire to have him inside of me wins over my desire to see him come in my mouth. I don’t even have the patience to remove my own underwear. Instead, I swing my leg over both of his, reaching down and pulling the soaked, clinging fabric of the crotch of my panties to the side. The elastic pulls tight, but it’s just enough for me to hover over him, take his cock in my hand, and press it into my opening.

Luc curses and strains backward, teeth gritted as I force the length of his dick straight into my pussy. Panting, sweating, I sink down until we meet once more at the groin. I’m so full, it fucking hurts. It’s the most delicious kind of pain, and it leaves me struggling to breathe.

“You’re so fucking tight, Micki,” Luc grits out through clenched teeth. “Are you trying to strangle my dick?” His veins stand out along his neck and arms as he tightens up all over. I can tell what he wants. He wants to thrust up into me, pound his dick into my pussy until he comes. I want that too.

Arching against Luc’s bare chest, I rub myself against him until his eyes meet mine. “Make me come, Luc,” I beg. “Make me forget everything except how good it feels with you inside of me.”

His nostrils flare and his eyes widen. Luc’s hands find the hem of my shirt. He strips it away, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it somewhere across the room. When he flattens his palms against my stomach and slowly moves upward until he’s covering my breasts, squeezing, teasing, and driving me insane, my head falls back on my shoulders and my eyes slide shut.

“What a pretty way of asking me to love you, baby girl,” Luc whispers, his breath hot against my throat. “How could I refuse such a sweet request?” His fingers pluck and twist my pebbled nipples until he drags whimper after whimper from my throat.

I’m cresting along the edge of something incredible. I just know it. It throbs in my core, heat expanding outward, taking over every inch of my body. It fills my veins and slides through my limbs like lava, consuming everything in its path. All the while, Luc urges me to ride him. Up and down, I slide along his shaft, wincing as I lower back down all the way until the head of his cock presses against a painful spot in my pussy. So deep, it’s a fucking miracle he’s not coming up my throat.

Teeth latch onto my nipple while fingers twist the other. My hands spear into his hair, urging him on. Just like he promised, Luc loves me. He takes me in slow movements that are meant to fill me to the brim. Everyone—myself included—always equates fast and rough and slow and gentle, and while this type of sex is loving, it’s anything but gentle. The way he grips me threatens to bruise. The sharp clasp of his teeth edges me up to the precipice of release.

Moans spill out from between my lips and I realize, this right here is why I’ve felt so off these last few weeks. There are moments when I forget everything. I forget all of the pain and abuse. My head crests above the water I didn’t even realize I’ve been drowning in and the rush of air fills me with a euphoria I’ve forgotten existed.

I feelalive. Something I haven’t felt in years. Tears prick my eyelids.

“Not yet.”

Luc’s gruff voice startles me back down to reality and a split second later, he flips the two of us over once more. My back hits the mattress and the image of his chest fills my vision as he leans over me, his dick driving deep as he hurriedly yanks the drawer of his nightstand open and pulls something free.

My brain is fuzzy, so softened by the feel of him inside of me that I don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late to stop him. Luc grins down at me as he leans back, pulling his chest away from me so that he can drag down the torture device he’s revealed.

“Luc!” I don’t have a breath to ask him what the fuck he’s doing before he flips the switch on the cordless Hitachi wand and presses it down between us. All thought flees—all questions on why the hell he has such a thing or how he fucking hid it from me—as the sharp vibrations touch my clit and send me into a stratosphere I’ve never entered.

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