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I made myself focus on my surroundings enough to notice three walls and nearby, a closed door. The space was completed by an open balcony with a view of the atrium we’d been in moments ago.
At the central platform, another fight was taking place as the crowd cheered and booed. We’d made it to one of the boxes on the first floor. I didn’t know or care how. All I knew was that we had enough privacy for my fingers to move on Lucian’s belt, fumbling with the button, then the zipper of his tailored slacks, while he did the same with my jeans, infinitely more dexterous.
He had my pants down to my knees in no time, his fingers curving inside me, driving me wild. That didn’t help my mission to get his cock out, but Lucian eventually took pity on me, seizing control.
Suddenly, he twirled me around until I was facing the balcony, placing my hands flat on the stone.
“I would be quiet if I were you, otherwise everyone is going to look up,” that voice declared.
That was all the warning I got. The next moment, his cock pushed inside me in one smooth thrust that made it absolutely impossible to follow his excellent advice. A whine escaped me.
Lucian withdrew with a chuckle, before pushing back in, deeper, harder, unrelenting. I refused to be held responsible for the moan slipping out of my mouth.
“Naughty little witch. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to be noticed,” he drawled, rocking his hips as I held on for dear life, doing my best to keep my noises to a minimum.
I’d have thrown up a sound shield if I could focus, but Lucian was ensuring I was very much incapable of doing that.
Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck?—
My toes curled, forcing me to my tiptoes as my insides clenched. I was going to come and there would be hundreds of witnesses if I couldn’t shut the fuck up. And right now? I really couldn’t.
One talented hand palmed my breasts as the other held my hips in place.
The crowd was too focused on the fight below to spare us a glance, but that could change at any time.
“Lucian, please!” I begged, not sure whether I was asking him to stop or to keep going, simply too desperate for logic.
“I’ve got you, love.”
Then he was pressing my clit, his thrusts going erratic, shallow and fast, hitting my sensitive nub mercilessly. I started to scream, despite the crowd, and any fear of discovery. Lucian lasted another two strokes, and grunted as warmth flooded me.
For a moment, I was too busy catching my breath, but when I regained the use of my limbs, and brain, I turned to glare at Lucian—which might have been more efficient if my pants weren’t down to my knees.
He snickered, gesturing to the open balcony. “Each box is shielded, love. Watch.”
He summoned a tiny fireball and tossed it. It flew for a couple of feet, then hit an invisible wall that shimmered for a moment before regaining its perfect transparency. I might have sensed it if we hadn’t been otherwise engaged.
“Someone has to consciously remove the shield in order to be able to interact with the other floors.”
I should have known. Lucian might not have issues plowing me in public, as he’d proved at Pan’s, but doing so with his own parents nearby was one step too far.
“I hate you,” I grumbled, pulling my pants back up.
He grinned under the mask. “You really don’t.”
Damn him for being right.
33
LUCIAN
Kleos Valesco was turning me into a morning person, or at the very least, an upright-before-noon person.
I brought my arms around her shoulders and lowered my chin to the top of her head, content to inhale her intoxicating scent.
“‘Morning,” I grumbled. Perfectly content or no, being awake at eleven meant grumbling was all I had. “Coffee?”
Then I sniffed, my nose against her red waves. I didn’t think it possible, but she smelled better than before.
