Page 20 of Bought By the Owner's Son
“I’m holding another auction before the month ends. I’m trying to nab a timeless piece of jewelry for a client—one of the Romanovs’—and it’s proving a little difficult,” I explain. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Alright. I’ll be looking forward to the end of the month,” Roman replies.
“While you two are preparing for the auction, I’ve taken the case of a client looking for a missing daughter. Apparently, she snuck out of the house to go to a party and never returned home,” Damien says morosely.
“That’s a shame, but I’m sure you’ll find her. The chapel doesn’t deal in women anymore, though I might still have some information for you,” I declare. “I have a feeling that the men who kidnapped girls for my father might still be in the works, for private hire.”
“I’ve thought about that too,” Damien replies with a raised brow. “But searching for them will take time, which is more time for the girl to be in danger. If you have their details, it will make my work considerably easier.”
“I’ll have Marcus send any information we have to you,” I reply as my gaze snags my Elena’s once again. I turn to Damien. “Goodluck on finding the missing girl. If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I want to dance with my wife.” I set down my glass, unable to hide my smile.
Having Elena in my life has thawed my heart, and I’m amazed at how readily I smile these days. Still, I make sure to let word go around that I’m not one to mess with. Dealing art in the criminal world requires dominance and callousness, and one can never be too relaxed.
“Your wife has you so tightly wrapped around her finger that I wonder if the Lucian I know still exists,” Roman teases.
“True,” Damien adds, chuckling softly. “Roman, we should just let everyone know that the stone-hearted Devereaux has fallen.”
“Like the both of you are any better,” I snap back with mock irritation. Their laughter trails behind me as I walk toward my wife.
***
Hours later, the guests are gone and I walk out of the shower in my underwear to find my wife perched at the edge of the bed. She’s dressed in the sexy blue lingerie that makes her eyes seem even bluer, her long black hair contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin.
I inhale sharply, dumping the damp towel on the floor as I walk toward her.
“Magnificent,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her lips.
Elena moans softly, teasing me with her mouth, and gently dislodges her lips. “Not yet,” she whispers, then smiles softly, tugging me down. “Happy anniversary, Lucian.”
I sit beside her, grazing my fingers tenderly across her soft pink lips. “Happy anniversary, my love. Did you have fun today?” I ask.
She nods and gives me a blinding smile. “I have a gift for you,” she states, then blushes softly as my fingers glide down her chest, grazing her pebbling nipples.
“What is it, angel?” My voice is hoarse with need as I slide my gaze down her delicious curves and my cock swells at the sight before me.
Elena softly inhales and breathily says, “I’m pregnant.”
I pause the wandering of my hands and stare at her for a minute, surprised. A wide grin breaks across my face. “You’re pregnant.” I slide off the bed and kneel before her, my hands going to her still-flat stomach. “Elena. We’re having a baby,” I whisper, in awe.
“Yes, Lucian,” she whispers back, covering my hands with hers.
“Oh, fuck.” Excitement is surging through me. I look up at her. “Thank you, my love. This is the best gift. You and our unborn child are the best gifts.”
I take her lips in mine. I can’t stop the urgency in my veins as I suck gently on her lower lip, nipping softly on it and swallowing her moan of pleasure. Sizzling current sings through my veins, making my blood heat as her hands slide over my shoulders and back. My shaft grows harder under her soft, urgent touches, and I groan softly, sliding my tongue into the heat of her mouth. Her thrilling taste touches my lips, branding itself into my veins as I take as much pleasure as she gives.
Pulling back slightly, I take in her drunken gaze and swollen lips as I tug her up and slowly peel the lingerie off her body. My gazetravels down her body, trying to see any changes I might have missed. Her perky breasts are slightly swollen, and her nipples appear even darker, causing my cock to strain in my shorts.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl.
“Let me…” she says, and she bends to tug my shorts down my legs, pulling them off completely.
My cock juts out, releasing precum at the intensity of need inside me. She doesn’t straighten, instead kneeling and then closing her small hand tightly around my thick girth, pumping hard. Pleasure streaks through my blood and another drop of cum leaves my slit and rolls down my length. She catches it with her tongue and slowly licks her way up until my shaft is disappearing between her lips.
“Fuck…” I groan aloud, softly jerking into her mouth at the sensation.
She sucks my cock deep, hollowing her cheeks, and I jerk hard, the sharp ache going straight to my core. Sweat dots my temples and goose bumps dot my flesh as I slide my hands into her silky hair. The need to sink into her flesh plays in my mind but I hold on to my restraint, giving her time to explore. She lets go of my cock and takes a ball into her mouth, sucking hard while slowly caressing the other.
I close my eyes and grunt softly. “Oh, fuck.”
