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“Such a dirty bird,” he says. Lucien continues pleasuring me until my orgasm crests. “I knew it all along. Now, don’t move.”

He releases my neck to bring his hand underneath my skirt. With him standing off to my side, his fingers dance on my clit while his other hand grasp the cane. His cock digs into my hip, and I wiggle, rubbing him and also trying to send myself over the edge.

“Naughty girl,” he says.

His hands pause, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from protesting at the lack of movement. With the metal ball still inside me and his fingers resting on my sensitive flesh, I’m one good stroke from oblivion. Tears of frustration spring to my eyes. I squeeze them shut.

This is like chess, where Lucien is more skilled than I am. He’ll come out victorious if I don’t adopt a strategy—or overpower him.

I’m one second from setting him ablaze when he places his lips next to my ear. “If you want to come, you’d better listen. You’re going to hold still, and if you can do that, then I’ll let you come. If you can’t… well, the game is over.”

He tweaks my clit and thrusts the cane inside me so fast I can do nothing except take it. Then my nerve-endings come alive, and I bite my tongue until blood coats it. He wrecks me by stroking me inside and out until my vision blurs with tears, but all the while I remain motionless until I think I’ll combust.

“Now,” he says, rubbing me harder and the orb going deeper, faster. “Give it to me.”

My body erupts.

My scream echoes.

My mind shatters.

Lucien doesn’t bring me down from the intense high. He adds to it. He shifts behind me and gathers my skirts, using another hand to grip my shoulders, his fingers bruising my skin. He rams into me, and I see stars as I’m filled to the point of breaking.

“Your body was made for sex,” he grits out, “and I’m going to indulge. Again, and again.”

Lucien withdraws out completely and then thrusts into me, making us both groan. “That’s a good girl, taking all of me. I knew you could.”

His strokes are frenzied and his hold painful, but the ecstasy born from the discomfort is magnificent. The more he hurts me, the higher I climb, until there’s nothing but pleasure assaulting every single part of me.

I cry out when his cock swells, and he snarls behind me.

Tears continue streaming down my face, a release all on their own. Lucien’s chest, flush with my back, presses into me with each of his labored breaths. Every inhale and the pulsing of his cock are a constant reminder of how this man owns my body. There’s not a part of me that isn’t aware of him, nothing he hasn’t invaded. The same goes for my mind.

Possibly my heart.

Loving Lucien won’t be easy. It’s the reason I’ve fought my attraction to him. Any walls I created between us have been pulverized, leaving behind a vulnerability that I’m uncomfortable with.

Now that he’s had me, is he finished chasing me?

CHAPTER19

ADELAIDE

Ibite my lip to keep from making a sound, not wanting Lucien to know about my inner turmoil concerning him. The hatter’s ability to create illusions is probably why he’s so good at seeing the truth in others. It makes me wonder if he’s ever created one for me to see while hiding something he doesn’t wish to share.

That brings me back to the way he spoke about his sister. My curiosity is far from satisfied, but it’ll have to be. I can’t deal with Lucien being angry with me right now, not when I’m feeling weak.

Lucien pulls me from my musings by sweeping his lips down the curve of my neck and along my shoulder. I shiver, and his cock twitches inside me. My lips part on a silent gasp at the fullness. I never want it to end.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers. His praise is like a caress to my psyche, and my body tingles in response to his touch. “Such a sweet, flightless bird.”

“With fangs. Don’t forget that important detail.”

His soft laughter, a warm breath against my skin, resurrects my arousal, and my inner walls squeeze him. “Perhaps you can bite me next time, hmm?”

I stiffen underneath him. “Next time?”

He nibbles on my shoulder, causing me to squirm. “Yes, next time. Did you think once would be enough to satiate my hunger for you?”

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