Page 52 of Dark Prince

“You’re mine, Sophia Gallo,” he growls. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe, the words slipping past my lips without thought.

“Again,” he demands, his hips pressing harder into me. He makes me chant it as he fucks me, and I oblige. The words come out as needy, breathless moans. Lucas turns his head to nip at my ankles as he thrusts into me, and I’m shocked by the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me. I had no fucking idea there were that many nerve endings in that part of my body.

“Feels… good,” I gasp out.

It’s so intense—allof it. He’s so big, filling me entirely. Every little movement of his hips is nearly enough to have me edging toward an orgasm again.

“You wanted this,” he reminds me as he starts fucking me harder. “You wanted me. Remember? You watched me touch myself in my office. You wanted me then, just like you crave me now.”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You touched yourself after you left there and thought of me,” he growls, and my eyes widen. I have no idea if he actuallyknowsthat or is just a good guesser, but there’s no hint of doubt or question in his voice. “Is this what you imagined?”

“This is better,” I admit breathlessly. I don’t think I can get out more than a word or two. It takes too much thought.

“Touch yourself,” he grunts. “Watch me fuck you and touch yourself just the way you did when you left my office.”

A new flush of arousal shoots through me, and my cheeks burn hotter than ever. “I…”

My words trail off, and Lucas gropes my breasts and thrusts harder into me. “I’m not a fantasy anymore. Make it real.”

Trying to catch my breath, I reach down between my legs and watch as his eyes immediately follow my movements. As he instructed, my gaze stays on his cock moving in and out of me as I slowly rub at my clit.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful. Tell me what you imagined.”

I bite my lip, suddenly nervous about speaking it all out loud. But I’m caught up in a maelstrom of desire, and it banishes any shyness or doubt I might otherwise have felt. “You… you had me on your desk, just like this.”

“And what did I do?” he asks, his voice a low rasp.

“You fucked me,” I breathe. “Mercilessly.”

Our eyes lock again, and his hips pause. When my focus flicks up to his face, his lips twitch into something like a smirk. “Is that what you want, little bird? Want me to fuck you without mercy?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my heart thundering.

“Such a good girl.”

He starts moving his hips again, and now I can tell how much he was holding back before. He drives into me hard and fast, going as deep as he can with every single thrust. When he leans forward to drape his upper body over mine, he bends me nearly in half, the tops of my thighs brushing my chest.

I’ve never had sex like this. It’s primal and raw, both of our bodies responding to an impulse as ancient as time itself. But even as we chase our pleasure, I know this isn’t as simple as just sex. It’s not like two strangers meeting at a club and hooking up, or even two friends who finally break the sexual tension and tear each other’s clothes off.

This is more. So much more.

Somehow, that’s scarier to me than the revelation that Lucas is the literal devil.

But there isn’t any time to get lost in that fear or bogged down with worries about what this means. Another mountain of pleasure is building in my core, and I grip his shoulders to steady myself.

“Come for me,” Lucas demands. “I want to feel your sweet pussy milk my cock.”

And I do—although whether it’s because he told me to or just because I can’t hold it off any longer, I don’t know. But either way, I find myself hurtling off the edge of ecstasy one more time, soaring through a cloud of bliss. My body tenses, my moans nearly morph into screams, and my heart thuds so fast that the beats all blend together.

My inner walls squeeze him tightly as he slams into me one more time, working his hips in tight circles so that his pelvis grinds against my clit. A feral, almost inhuman roar pours from his lips as he follows me into a climax of his own, his cock jerking and twitching inside me.

The savage sound should probably scare me, but instead, it sends a rush of liquid desire pumping through my veins. It should make me want to run, but all it does is make me want him more.

And right now, I’m beyond questioning why that is.

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