Page 222 of The Owner's Temptation

I grab the purple vibrator and turn it the fuck up. Pressing it hard against her clit, she scratches down my back and I arch into her hard against the pain.

“Fuck, Sienna.” I call out, unable to stop the flood of pleasure barreling through me, through her as I make her come again with me.

“Fucking take this.” I pick up the pace as her orgasm crests. “Take every drop of my fucking cum, my beautiful whore.”

“Lucian!” More scratches as I work my dick into her, the vibrator against her.

“I want you so full of my cum, it’s dripping out of your slut pussy for weeks.”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” She repeats as I bring her down with me. The last pulses of my climax shooting into her as I slow my hips. We both turn off the toys we used to torment each other, and I toss the vibrator on the mattress.

My forehead presses against hers, my arms lock around her, like if I hold tight enough, the whole world might stop spinning.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “I love you.”

She kisses me again, soft and sweet, like she knows what that costs me to say. “I know, baby. I love you too.”

And there it is.

The Devil—finally brought to his knees.

Only for her.

I kiss her everywhere—lips, throat, collarbone—like I’m trying to memorize her with my mouth. I don’t want to part from a single inch of her. I never do. Every part of her is mine, and I want her to feel it long after the ache from our fucking subsides.

“Stay with me,” I whisper against her lips, my voice raw from the storm we just walked through—outside and in.

“I am,” she says.

I shake my head, my mouth brushing her jaw, breathing her in. “You know what I mean. Forever. Put me out of my misery and finally say you’ll live with me. Every day.”

My arms lock around her back, and hers settle around my neck.

“I don’t know…” she teases, soft and quiet, but there’s something trembling beneath it. “What if you get tired of me? Break up with me and keep the espresso machine in the divorce?”

My eyes narrow, the devil in me flashing. “Don’t say things that’ll make me angry, little rabbit.” I pin her wrists to the mattress in one quick motion, rolling her perfect nipple between my thumb and finger. “I’ll have to tie you up and spank that pretty little ass until your cheeks are red and throbbing for me.”

She sucks in a breath, and I grin. Wicked. Wild. In love.

“Just the thought of it’s got me hard again already,” I murmur, thrusting my hips against hers.

She feels me. I know she does. Already hard again. Already aching for her.

“There is no one else for me, baby,” I breathe against her skin. “And I want to build this life with you. Run my empire with you. You didn’t just clean up Lorenzo’s fucking mess—you’ve made The Ledger untouchable.”

She blinks up at me, surprised. “You want me to… what?”

“I want you at the table,” I say, clear and unwavering. “Not as staff. Not as support. A seat, Sienna. A real one. Right next to me.”

She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You want a partnership?”

“Exactly.”

She starts to laugh, nervous and sweet. “I don’t know what to say…”

I don’t push. Just smile. Lean in like I’m about to kiss her again when my phone chimes. I glance over and smirk.

“But if you need more convincing…” I slide off her and whisper, “Stay right here. Don’t move a muscle.”

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