Page 150 of The Owner's Temptation

“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game with the wrong man, Sienna.”

His voice is gravel and fire, low and lethal as it brushes against the shell of my ear.

I can feel every ounce of his fury pressed into me—especially the rigid length of his cock, straining against his pants and grinding against my ass with punishing force.

“You let those fuckers touch you?” he growls. “Smile at you? Speak to you like they had a fucking right?”

His voice is dark silk over fury, and I open my mouth to answer, but it’s too late—he’s already moving.

In one furious motion, his hands grab my dress at the neckline andripsit. The sound is loud—violent—as the fabric splits clean down the center, and suddenly I’m exposed. Vulnerable.His.

He rips again, tearing the dress all the way down before yanking it off me and tossing it aside like it never mattered. My bra is next—his fingers snapping the clasp with terrifying ease, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.

I’m naked, except for my heels.

He spins me to face him, breath shallow, heart pounding. One of his knees slides between mine, forcing my legs apart as his body cages me in.

He’s a wall of fury and heat and restraint on the verge of shattering.

“You think I didn’t see what you were doing?” his hands working furiously to unbuckle his belt. “You think I wouldn’t fucking punish you?”

His pants fall just low enough to release him, and my breath catches again when I see his cock—thick, long,hard. My stomach flips, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.

Lucian’s hand is back in my hair, yanking hard enough to make me squeal. Pain flickers across my scalp, pleasure twisting behind it.

“You want to let those fuckers near my property?” he growls, dragging me closer. “There’s a price to pay for that, Angel.”

He spits into his palm, stroking his cock with a rough, angry rhythm—and I whimper, knees weakening, knowing exactly what’s coming.

Finally.

But he shakes his head, eyes wild and burning as he leans in, gripping my jaw and dragging his mouth over mine.

“Oh no, baby. This isn’t for you. This is forme.”

His kiss is brutal. Possessive.

He bites down on my lip just enough to draw blood, the sharp tang of copper blooming across my tongue. I moan into it, the pain, the intensity, the way he’s unraveling everything we’ve been pretending not to feel.

He breaks away with a snarl and lifts me—effortless—his hands under my thighs as he pins me to the wall. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, my heels digging into the backs of his thighs as he lines himself up.

“I’m going to fuck you hard against this wall,” he breathes, voice thick and ragged, “raw, like the slut you are.”

And when he slams into me, I see stars.

“I’m going to claim you with my cum from the inside out, Angel.”

My back arches off the wall, a broken moan spilling from my lips as he stretches me in one savage thrust.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on like I might fall apart as he fills me—completely. The pressure is exquisite, the pain toeing the line of pleasure so perfectly that I don’t know whether to cry or beg for more.

He's thick. Hard. Unrelenting.

And he's finally inside me.

Exactly where I’ve imagined him a thousand times. Exactly where he belongs.

Lucian doesn't give me a moment to adjust.

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