Page 149 of The Owner's Temptation

Lucian is eating me like he’s furious I ever gave anyone else a taste of me.

His tongue is relentless, every movement sharp and deliberate, circling, pressing, sucking on my clit until I’m gasping his name on every exhale.

He growls into me, the vibration shaking through my core.

He's going to take everything I have and suck it out of me through my cunt.

When he lifts my other leg and drapes it over his opposite shoulder, I cry out, caught off guard as he supports all my weight with infuriating ease. My heels slide against his back as I clutch his head tighter, hips rolling toward him without a thought of control.

I’m completely at his mercy—his face buried between my thighs, devouring me like a starving man who’s found the only meal that will save him. His nose presses against me, his mouth utterly ruthless, his grip bruising in the best possible way.

It doesn’t take long.

A minute, maybe two.

Then I’m coming undone, my eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm slams through me like a wave I never saw coming. My head drops back with a moan that might border on a sob. My legs shake, my body trembling in his hold as he keeps going until I’m whimpering for breath.

He sets me down roughly, still on his knees, his hands releasing me only when I can stand again.

My panties hang around one ankle. I start to bend to fix them, breathless and dazed, but Lucian’s already standing, towering over me.

He reaches over, hits the emergency stop button again.

The soft alarm ceases. The elevator lurches into motion, resuming its swift climb.

I don’t even have time to recover before his hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back with a sharp tug.

“You won’t need those,” he snarls, his mouth crashing into mine, swallowing my breath like it’s his to claim.

The kiss is brutal, consuming. His tongue invades, his teeth graze, and it’s all heat and fury and desperation as he presses me back into the wall with his full weight.

I can feel every hard, unrelenting inch of him.

There’s nowhere to run.

And God help me?—

I don’t want to.

The moment the elevator doors slide open, Lucian seizes my hand and storms forward, dragging me behind him.

His grip is tight. Possessive. He moves fast—each stride long and powerful—and I’m practically jogging to keep up, my heels rushing furiously across the tile as I trail behind him, breath catching.

“Lucian,” I pant, stumbling a little, still reeling from everything that just happened.

“Shut the fuck up.”

The words are a whipcrack—low and laced with fury. He’s a storm now, thunder in his shoulders, violence simmering just beneath the surface as we reach his office.

He throws the door open, pulls me inside, and slams it shut behind us, the echo of it rattling the glass.

Lock. Click.

The sound final. Inescapable.

Then he’s on me again—turning me roughly, pushing my chest against the wall. My hands splay to catch myself, palms flat on the cool surface as his body molds to mine from behind. His heat surrounds me. His presence swallows me whole.

His hand tangles in my hair again, yanking my head back with a sharp tug that forces a gasp from my throat.

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