Page 40 of Betrayed
“Who do you come for?”
“You,” I whimper.
“Say it louder.”
“You, Lucian!”
His mouth is fire. His tongue is relentless.
But then—he stops.
“No,” I cry. “Please?—”
“You don’t get to come until I say so.”
I groan in frustration, thighs trembling, clenching around nothing.
“I’m going to make you beg,” he says, dragging his fingers over my folds, teasing the edge.
“You’re already mine,” he continues, “but I want to hear it. I want to carve it into your bones.”
He pushes one finger inside me. Then two. His thumb circles my clit, building me up only to slow down again, holding me on the edge.
My whole body shakes.
“You feel that?” he whispers. “That ache? That desperation?”
“Yes…”
“That’s what I felt every fucking day you were gone. Every time I thought I’d lost you.”
His fingers stop.
Then he pulls them out completely.
I sob.
“Please, Lucian, I need you?—”
“Not good enough.”
He spanks me again. Barehanded. Hard. And again, I cry out, trembling from the sting and the emptiness between my thighs.
“I need you,” I cry. “I need your cock. Please. I need you to fuck me like I belong to you.”
“You’ll take every inch,” he says, voice ragged with need. “You’ll feel me for days.”
The head of his cock presses against my entrance.
Then he slams inside in one brutal thrust.
I scream his name. “Lucian!”
He gives me no time to adjust. Just pounds into me with the fury of a man reclaiming what’s his.
“I own you,” he grits. “Say it.”
“You own me,” I sob.
