Page 154 of The Owner's Temptation

“Now that you’re my good girl… myAngel,” he murmurs, voice dragging against my skin like smoke, “I’m going to fuck you good, baby. Just like this. Just like I imagined the first time you sat that sweet ass on my lap.”

A moan slips from my lips before I can catch it.

He thought about me then?

That first day, when I’d perched innocently on his thighs during a meeting, trying to play it cool. He’d looked so composed, so unaffected. But all this time, he'd wanted me. He’dimaginedthis.

It undoes me.

I reach between us, guiding him to where I want him most—slick and pulsing and perfect. I lower myself onto him slowly, and he lets out a sound that makes my toes curl.

A dark, guttural chuckle.

“My greedy little slut rabbit isfucking starvingfor my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, palming my breasts as I begin to move.

My body rolls over his, hips circling, rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as I fuck him like I’ve never fucked anyone before.

And I haven’t.

Not like this.

Not where I feel soalive—so wanted, so worshipped and ruined in equal measure.

“You love the way my bare cock slides into your wet cunt, don’t you whore?”

I groan as I clinch around him.

He chuckles. “I fucking knew it.”

Lucian’s hands slide to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he matches my rhythm. Then exceeds it. His hips start thrusting up, hard and sure, driving into me from below.

My head falls back onto his shoulder.

He’s so deep.

So thick and perfect andmine.

But when he senses the control shifting—when my hips start dictating the pace—he doesn’t let me keep it.

“No, baby,” he growls into my ear. “I’m taking care of you.”

One hand clamps firm on my hip, the other moves to my shoulder, anchoring me as he takes over completely.

My hands fall to his thighs, nails biting into muscle as he rocks me the wayhewants, pulling me back onto his cock over and over until the sound of our bodies meeting is all I can hear.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, voice now laced with something softer—something reverent. “That’s how good you feel wrapped around me. Bare. Wet. Fucking heaven.”

His praise makes my eyes flutter closed because I love us like this. Nothing between us. No more lies. No condom.

Just us.

I’m not worried. Ledger protocols demand contraceptives and regular tests.

And thank fuck. Because feeling him like this, having him like this–I don’t ever want it any other way.

He moves faster now. Deeper. Each thrust pushing me higher, threatening to break me apart. The filthy things he says are softened by the way he says them—possessive and gentle.

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