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“Promise.” Her voice cracks.
I ask because I need to know. “Tell me. Now. Was I your first?”
She shudders around me. “Oh my God! Yes, Lucian. Don’t ask that?—”
I kiss her. Hard. Her admission brings me a heady sense of satisfaction that has me driving into her again, brutal and claiming. I grit out, “You’re mine. Every goddamn inch. Every dirty secret. Every lie.”
She answers on another desperate thrust, “Yes, Lucian. I’m yours.” I push her back down over the bench.
I reach between her and the bench, my thumb pressing against her clit. I bite her neck. She flares, body burning, and screams, the sound raw and beautiful. I ride her through that tremor, chasing my own release like a man possessed. When I spill inside her, it’s with a curse, a groan, one last savage thrust that sends her spiraling into another orgasm, her muscles locking down on me.
Then silence. I don’t move. I stay buried in her.
My lips brush the bruise she’ll soon have on her neck, another mark, then move to her ear. “You’re mine. All of you. You know what that means?”
She trembles. “No more lies.”
“That’s my good girl.” I lean down and place a single reverent kiss on her shoulder. Then I shift, unlocking the cuffs. I turn her around, folding her shaky arms between us as I wrap my arms around her.
I hold her. Tight. She gazes up at me, wide-eyed, undone.
I carry her to the black leather lounge as if she weighs nothing. She settles against me, legs draped over my lap, thighs sticky with my seed. Her skin is a canvas of red welts and heat.
I reach beside me for a soft towel, the room always prepared. I clean her slowly, reverently. My strokes hover over welts; she flinches. “You’re okay,” I say roughly.
She leans back, eyes blurred. “I didn’t know it could feel like that…”
“That’s because you’ve never belonged to me, babygirl,” I reply without hesitation. “Tomorrow,” I say, cold edge returning, “You come clean with anything else you need to tell me.”
She stiffens. “Okay.” Her tone tells me she’s planning on holding back. How I can read her so well after not knowing her long is a mystery to me.
My mouth finds the curve of her neck, tongue trailing a slow, possessive path. She loves anything I do to her neck. She whimpers.
“Actually,” My voice darkens with promise and threat and desire. “I’ve changed my mind.”
There’s still more I need to accomplish.
I’m not done with her. Not yet.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Erin
I think he’s finished. I believe I’ll get a moment to breathe. Then he tells me he’s changed his mind.
“I want to know more. And I won’t wait till tomorrow,” he says as he shifts beneath me, adjusting my pliant body to his liking. I’m boneless and trembling, thighs slick and sore.
“You told me we could talk tomorrow?—”
“Not tomorrow. Now.”
“We need to get back,” I protest. “We’ve been gone forever.”
He’s ignoring me, dragging my naked, welted, come-covered body over his strong lap, in the most vulnerable position possible.
I love it.
I’m in over my head. I’m Princess Leia, minus the gold bikini, chained to him. Weak for him. Willing to let him do whatever he wants. To whatever part of me he wants to do it.
