Page 22 of Forsaken Desire
He rubbed the walls of my core, wrenching a groan from my throat.
“Lucian.” My tone should have embarrassed me. I gripped the lapels of his textured surface coat, clinging to him like my life depended on it. It banded around the back of his neck, but he didn’t react to my weight. Gyrating my hips wouldn’t be stopped by anything. I could feel myself on the edge of the cliff. Shifting to my tiptoes, I balanced as I tried to pump myself on his fingers.
“Do not move,” he hissed. He dipped his head, and his nose grazed against my forehead. Crowding me backward, he pushed me against the shelving unit and slammed his palm against the surface, causing a vibrating thud. I flattened against the cool metal. I whimpered, and the rush of movement caused his palm to rub against my clit, inflaming me to a dangerous level.
“Understand?” His growl sounded guttural. Words stuck in my throat, and I gritted my teeth, trying to still my ache to fuck myself on his fingers. “Answer me.”
A wave of moisture came from the throbbing of my core gripping his digits.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied quickly, the title slipping free after years of being around authority. The detention center guards were always particular about how we spoke to them.
He hummed, the sound pleased. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched him squeeze his own shut, corners crinkling from theforce, lips fixed into a sneer. Shallow breaths pumped from him. With a quick shake of his head, his eyes opened, glinting at me.
“You’re mine,” he gritted out. He scissored his fingers with a twist in my pussy, and that was all I needed—I combusted. I fell toward his gravitational pull, my forehead crashing into his chest. My lips grazed against his soft shirt, opening on a moan. An embarrassingly loud noise I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted. I ground myself on his fingers, and he wrung the rest of my throbbing release from my sex. It was so odd how I could feel my channel grip him.
My breaths puffed in hard exhales, rustling my hair, which had fallen in front of my forehead.
“Little temptress,” he rumbled huskily. I weakly inched my head up, nuzzling my cheek against the shirt, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. The light filtering through the crack illuminated half his face. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy, pulling a groan from my throat. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked the glinting skin free of the moisture, all the while taking my breath away at the utterly primitive growl he released. He could have been eating a delicacy based on the shudder that rolled through his body.
“Delicious, mate.” He pinched my chin, forcing my head up. He dipped, and his tongue flicked out to skim against my lips. His sweet scent hugged me like a comforting blanket. His fingers hooked on the hem of my skirt and forced it up to my hips. “Take your leggings off.” I stood there, dumbfounded, for a beat. “Now.” His bark jolted me into action, and I wiggled them down along with my underwear. I must not have gone fast enough because he dropped to his knees and yanked my leg off the floor. I flailed, clinging on to his hair. He freed me from one side while the rest of my clothing hung to the side. With a jerk, he hooked my leg over his shoulder. His large palms propped my ass, keeping me suspended.
Without compunction, his mouth covered my clit. I yelped from the assault. His tongue flicked against the hypersensitive bud, making me twitch. He twisted his tongue, and I felt like I was on clouds.
Oh my, I never knew it could feel like this.
My legs twitched, and the one on his shoulder clamped close to his ear. That tongue of his moved downward and dipped into my sex. I tilted my hips, wanting him deeper.
I was so close to coming again. I didn’t have a moment to catch my breath; a scream echoed off the small closet, sounding from far away. I floated, suspended in the air, struggling to breathe with each second as he lapped my need. Liquid trickled down the thigh I stood on. My face flushed, and the heat crept downward to my chest.
A buzz broke through my embarrassingly loud pants. Lucian’s shoulders moved as he lashed one forearm at my ass, holding me up while his other hand fished something out of his pocket.
“Hmm,” he mumbled, still eating me out.
I floundered for words, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let go. His tongue flicked my clit. The feminine voice on the other end was too low for me to make out anything more than a long litany of high-pitched words. He hummed again, making me twitch against him.
“Lucian.”His shouted name was loud enough to hear.
I frowned. The woman on the other end sounded angry. He quickly chased away my retreat with an aggressive lap of his tongue. I cried out, and my hips helplessly moved to press my pussy closer to his mouth. I could hear his name shouted again. He shut the call off and slipped the phone into his pocket. With a final lick at my slit, he pulled back, looking up at me from his knees. He moved his arm from my ass, and I slumped into the shelves at my back.
“There you are, all clean.” He gently lifted my leg by the calf and slipped my foot through the hole of my underwear and the other half of my tights.
I could only watch him, at a complete loss for words, as he tugged them over my hips. He stood, and I dropped my eyes, straightening my skirt by wiggling from side to side. He reached overhead, and a click flooded the small room with light.
Look him in the eyes, come on, I can do it.
I licked my lips nervously and forced them up an inch, then tensed in horror. No way.
Bianca had placed a toiletry bag in my things, and among the products were some trial tubes of makeup, all of which were now transferred onto the front of his brilliantly white button-down.
I gasped. “I am so sorry.” I frantically patted at the smears. “I’m making it worse,” I cried, hovering my hands over his pecs.
He caught my fingers, stopping their hectic waving. The corners of his mouth curled up enticingly. The chatter of voices seeped through the crack in the door. People were in the hall. Horror enveloped me. Or had they been there the whole time?
I pulled the door shut until it clicked.
“We need to go,” I whispered. “You should leave first. If someone asks how you got back here, tell them I let you in.”
Lucian studied me, awareness filtering into his expression. “You could lose your job.”
