Page 37 of Steal a King (Five Kings 2)

Lucas

Ican’t believe I’m really doing this. I never bring anyone here. Even most of my staff don’t know about this secret part of the resort, and yet here I am, taking a relative stranger into my decadent paradise.

As we step outside the elevator, Ella gasps beside me and I stare with a huge ball of pride tearing me up inside as I look at my sanctuary. The place I come to escape the madness of Vegas and enjoy a moment of pleasure.

“Lucas, this place, it’s amazing.”

She stares at the mosaic covered courtyard that is edged in gold. The sun beats down on a secluded area where fountains dance in the sunlight and reflect the gold touches that are both decadent and delirious. There is no sound here at all. Just that of the exotic birds that call this their home and the intoxicating scent of the rare blooms that I had shipped in from around the world. This is my palace and I am it’s king. My retreat, my sanctuary, the place I regroup and settle my spirit.

This is the only place I feel truly happy in and as I see Ella’s eyes shine with unshed tears, I know she is feeling the effects as deeply as I do.

“This is so beautiful, perfect, I never knew.”

We could be in a tropical paradise right now, and I take her hand and love the shiver that passes through my body as she grips it tightly.

“Lucas, this place, it’s like paradise.” She sighs as we wander through the garden and her head turns in every direction as she takes in every detail of a place that drips opulence and beauty. We near a large lake that is man made but looks as natural as any of nature’s miracles. The water sparkles in the sunlight and I say impulsively, “Come on, let’s cool off.”

“Seriously.” Her eyes are wide as I make short work of my clothes and she looks around her nervously.

“It’s fine.” I laugh softly. “Nobody comes here. I have the key and the elevator is locked. You are perfectly safe—for now, anyway.”

She giggles, and it sends a message straight to my already rigid cock and she licks her lips as I stand before her dressed in nothing but wicked intent and shyly, she slowly removes her clothes, blushing a little as I openly stare.

As soon as I see her in all her naked glory, I feel a rush of desire controlling every part of me and before I can stop myself, I pull her roughly against me and kiss her as if I need the air she breathes to survive. Her low moan sends me over the edge and every part of the decadent evening I had planned goes out of the window as my decision is made. She’s mine and it’s time to claim ownership.

She trembles against me, and I love how she feels. So soft, smooth and delicate, like one of my most beautiful flowers. But Ella is a wild one, untouched and natural in her beauty, and that is the best type of flower to pick. She moans against my mouth as I run my hands down her body and love how smooth she feels. Her tits graze against my chest and as my finger dips between her legs, I feel the desire sticky and sweet. Her gasp of pleasure makes me bold, and I curl a finger inside her and love how she shivers against me. Biting her neck, her gasps of pain mixed with pleasure makes me rampant and I lift one of her legs against my waist and my cock twitches at her opening. “Do you want me, Ella Quinn?”

I whisper the dark words as she moans in my arms and gasps, “Yes, I want you.”

Feeling so powerful right now, I lower her leg and begin kissing a trail down her body until I kneel before her. As I part her lips and taste the honey, she shivers on my tongue and I say huskily, “Nobody can hear your screams in here, show me how much you want me.”

“Please, Lucas, god, I want you so much right now.”

I smile against her soft lips and love how good she tastes. This is so different to anything I’ve ever had, it’s like a delicious game that has changed direction like a feather on the gust of wind. Suddenly, sex has meaning because I love hearing her gasps of pleasure and moans of desire. I want to please her, hear her call my name and love what I can give her.

Reaching back, I find my pants and pull a condom from the pocket. As Ella trembles against me, I sheaf my cock and then pull her gently down to sit on me. Grabbing her face in my hands, I stare into her eyes and say darkly, “Look at me.”

Her eye lashes flutter open and I love the desire that changes the color to a dark smoky gray and I shift her a little so she is poised against my cock.

“I want to be inside you, Ella, is that ok with you?”

I need to ask permission for something I usually take with no consequence. It means everything to me to hear her beg, and she nods, “I want you, Lucas, I want the whole of you.”

“I own you, Ella, you’re mine, remember that.”

I don’t know when I got so needy because it’s important to me she stays. I don’t want to think of her leaving because I am getting used to her by my side. Life is way more interesting with Ella in it and I love how she bites her lip and groans, “I’m yours, now for fuck’s sake put me out of my misery you bastard.”

I capture her words against my lips and bite that lip that teases me and as she cries out with pain, I hold her face in my hands and say roughly, “Look at me, watch me own you.”

She gasps as I pull her down onto my rock-hard cock and as I slide into a piece of heaven, I love the lust that sparkles in her eyes.

Feeling myself inside Ella is like the most expensive drug. I’m not prepared for the effects of her, and I groan as my cock dances inside her heavenly walls. She screams in pleasure and I move slowly and carefully, savoring every minute I am inside her and it feels so good I never want to leave. Her walls scrape against my hard cock and her clit drags against my shaft as I push harder, deeper, faster.

Spinning her around, I push in deeper as she lies beneath me, and I love seeing her hair spill from the binding that held it back. Her chest heaves and her legs wrap around my waist as I plunder her most private place and then she shocks me by holding her hand flat against my cheek and stares deep into my eyes and whispers, “I love feeling you inside me, it feels like home.”

The wet tears on her lashes are tears of joy as she smiles so beautifully it takes my breath away. Is this love, it certainly feels like that because I am not fucking Ella Quinn, I am on a journey of the soul.

I gently rock inside her as we stare into each other’s eyes. Neither of us in any hurry to break this spell even for a minute. It feels so right, as if she was made for me and now I know what I’ve been missing all my life – her. I felt it as soon as she first answered me back and loved the storm in her eyes when she looked at me with contempt. I love every delicious part of Ella Quinn and now she’s under me and inside me and I doubt I’ll ever be the same again. But how? How can I let her into my world? Would I ever be that selfish? I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d ruin Ella Quinn. What I didn’t know was the one who would be ruined the most was me.

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