Page 178 of The Owner's Temptation

She turns again.

Her reflection catches mine, just a glimpse—one flash of the Devil’s mask behind her shoulder.

She spins.

But I’m gone.

Another flash in a different mirror. This time to her right.

She backs up, heart in her throat, looking for where I’ll appear next.

And then?—

I’m behind her.

My hands clamp down on her hips. I pull her flush against me.

“Got you,” I breathe against the shell of her ear.

She gasps, one hand flying to the mirror in front of her as if it could anchor her.

Her eyes widen when she sees us—her own reflection, my body towering behind hers, the mask, the bare chest, the belt still coiled in my fist.

“You tricked me,” she whispers, breathless.

I smile against her neck. “No, Angel. You trickedyourself.”

I walk her backward—right into the wall of mirrors—and trap her there with the weight of my body.

“You wanted to be caught,” I murmur, pressing the mask into her shoulder. “You needed to know what happens when you run from me.”

I nudge her legs apart with my knee, my belt uncoiling like a serpent between us.

“And now, little rabbit,” I growl low and slow, wrapping the belt around her wrists, “I’m going to show you exactly what the Devil does when prey wanders too deep into Hell.”

I drop to my knees behind her.

And start collecting mywinnings.

She’s trembling.

Bent forward against the mirror, wrists bound, legs spread, pussy glistening.

My perfect, wicked little rabbit.

I grip her hips, and I don’t go gentle. My hands are rough on her ass, pulling her open. My tongue strokes up the length of her slit, slow and possessive, like I’m savoring my favorite dessert. She jolts with every flick, every circle, every press of pressure on her swollen clit.

Her moan is desperate—nearly feral.

“F-fuck—Lucian…”

“Say it,” I growl against her pussy, hot breath making her shiver. “Say what you are.”

“I’m—” She breaks off, gasping when I suck hard on her clit, rolling it between my lips before letting go. “I’m your slut. I’m yours—God, please?—”

“Mmm. There’s my girl.”

I flatten my tongue and drag it up, then plunge it into her, fucking her with my mouth until she cries out, thighs shaking. Her body’s on a knife’s edge, hips grinding, searching for friction, for release.

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