Page 58 of Claimed By the Villain
“Tell me if it hurts too much.”
“Don’t stop.”
I move my hips, pulling out and pushing back in, pumping at an almost brutal pace.
I turn her face and take her mouth, thrusting my tongue deep, matching the way my cock fucks her.
Jackie moans, pushing up into me, answering my drives with desperate need.
Sliding my hand under her, I spread her pussy lips and rub her clit, my balls slapping her ass with every deep stroke.
“I want to take the condom off and come inside your pussy and ass. I want to spread you open with my fingers and watch my cum fill your body.”
She pushes back harder, screaming that she’s mine, that she’s always been mine, and I order her never to forget it.
She bites my lip in a wild answer to my claim, coming beautifully.
Her loss of control makes me fill the condom, exploding in a violent orgasm.
I kiss the back of her neck and pull out, not wanting to risk any cum slipping inside her.
In the bathroom, I dispose of the condom.
When I return, she’s still on her stomach, half out of it.
I kiss the soles of her feet, trailing upward over her thighs. Spreading her ass, I run my tongue over her untouched hole.
“Soon, you’ll be all mine.”
I stretch out on the bed and pull her onto me. She’s like a doll in my arms, perfect, surrendered, satisfied.
I think I drift off with her locked to me, and when I wake, minutes or hours later, she’s watching me.
“You okay?”
“If you read my diaries, you know what I fantasized about.”
I nod.
“My fantasies didn’t come close to the reality.”
“Was I the star?” I ask, not out of arrogance, but because I only realized what she felt for me wasn’t brotherly that night at the club.
“You’ll have to find out, Lucifer. You’ve got five years, starting now, to prove every one of my erotic dreams can be topped.”
Chapter 30
The Next Day
I fled the bed, not because I actually wanted to get up, but because I needed to breathe for a few minutes away from the two of us. To occupy myself with something other than waking up over and over in the middle of the night just to check if last night wasn’t just a dream, like so many I’ve had about him over the years.
But the large ring on my right hand is proof I wasn’t dreaming. It was real. I’m his now.
“For five years,”a voice warns,“so be smart and keep your heart out of it, Jackie.”
I brace both hands on the black marble counter of Lucifer’s kitchen—Lucifer’s? No, this is my kitchen now too—as the last few hours replay in my mind, and I recall every detail of what we did.
My heart races just remembering his hands and mouth on me. The words, rough, but honest. His commands, growledorders, but above all, the way he never once looked away every time he took me.
