Page 19 of Created in Chaos

“Was this the spot right here, lamb?” Lucian strolls over to me, pointing distractedly at his side and referring to where I elbowed him in the car. My eyes trail over the inky swirls on his torso, but I don’t answer him. “Maybe it was here.” He moves his finger a little more to the center and lower. “No, I remember, it was right here.” His long fingers graze the button of his pants as he lies.

I slit my eyes. “Do you have a short-term memory issue?”

His cruel mouth curls in a mocking smile. “Maybe, but you could show me where it was,” he offers, bringing all that tan skin within touching distance.

“If I have to show you, you probably don’t need me to kiss it better.”

“Trust me, I do,” Lucian retorts. “What are you afraid of, lamb? That you’ll like it too much?”

It’s the challenge in his tone that pushes me to reach up and place my hand on his side while maintaining eye contact. His chest rises sharply, as if my touch surprises him. “It was here, pretty boy.” My voice is soft and husky, belying my refusal.

“Whatever you say.”

His comment about knocks me off my feet. Lucian is never agreeable to anything, yet here he is, acquiescing to me. Leaning forward, I brush my lips over his upper chest while maintaining eye contact with him. I watch his jaw tighten as he clenches his back teeth, then I move my mouth lower, focusing on the spot I elbowed and dropping my gaze to see all those tattoos up close.

“Is that better?” I question with my lips still moving over his warm skin.

His fingers thread into my hair as if to stop me from pulling away before he answers, “It’s getting there.”

I lick my way across his skin, marveling at the taste and feel of him, while enamored that I’m touching him at all. Who would have thought I’d want to do anything but slap him upside the head after our first meeting?

His fingers tighten in my hair, tugging a fistful, but it doesn’t hurt. He pulls me away from his chest and up to his mouth. Our kiss is rough and messy, just like our relationship. He bites more than he nibbles, but I crave the sting of his teeth on my lips and the hard press of his mouth on mine.

I take the first step toward him, bringing our bodies together, but he surprises me by stepping backward and towing me along with him. He doesn’t stop until his legs hit the bed, then he pulls me over him to straddle his hips.

I break the kiss long enough to look down at him. Being in this position, above Lucian, does funny things to my head. I want to shove him down against the bed and prove something to him. I don’t even know how to explain it, but the desire is there nonetheless.

He dips his dark head to kiss my neck while skimming his hands under my shirt. Goose bumps erupt on my arms at the feeling of his strong fingers trailing gently up my sides. Before I know it, the thin material of my T-shirt is passing my face, and I’m lifting my arms to get out of the shirt.

He grabs the sides of my bra covered boobs, pushing them together and sliding his tongue over the exposed mounds. I reach down in an effort to cover my abdomen, concealing the scars from the accident and the resulting surgery without thought, but without even looking down, Lucian shoves my hand away and makes a warning growl in the back of his throat. “Don’t you dare try to hide from me, lamb.”

Warning bells go off in my head at his dark tone. This man is dangerous. I’ve known it from the first moment I laid eyes on him. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks and gives even less attention to social formalities. If there’s something Lucian wants, he takes it, and damn anything that gets in his way. I still don’t know if I’m the thing in his way or if I’m the thing he truly wants.

His fingers bite into my skin possessively, and I allow myself to think he wants me and not just revenge on my grandparents. Using his teeth, Lucian slides my bra strap off my shoulder and continues kissing my sensitive skin. Fireworks erupt in my stomach, making every inch of my body tingle with awareness.

When his hands shift to tug down my bra, the underwire digs into my ribs for a breath as he flips the cups, exposing me. My nipples are already hard, but the air in the room feels so much cooler, heightening the sensation. With greedy touches, he palms my tits, taking the weight as he lowers his head to place his mouth over my nipple.

The heat of his mouth is welcome, but the hard pull as he sucks sends a surprisingly intense spark right to my clit, and my body responds by arching and shoving my chest even closer to his mouth. The sensation is almost too much, paired with the fact that he’s the one doing it to me, and I snap, pushing his shoulder and pulling away from his mouth to stand up. The sting on my nipple when his lips pop free doesn’t last nearly long enough.

“What the fuck?” He looks slightly dazed and a lot pissed as he rises with me.

I don’t know what to say. That felt too good, I wanted even more, and it scared me, so I settle on telling him, “Shut up.”

“Make me,” he grates through clenched teeth. I think about shoving him down on the bed and using him the way I know he wants to use me, but I have no damn clue what I’m doing. Sure, I’ve messed around with boys a little, but Nox already blew all my other experiences out of the water and Lucian is trying to cleave his way into my soul.

I watch as the facial features of the savage man in front of me soften to a near tranquil mien in a few heartbeats. It unnerves me to not only witness it, but to not understand why. Is he masking how he feels now? Is he truly that good at erasing his emotions, or was there never any there to begin with?

“Oh, lamb, whatever you’re thinking, please.” He opens his arms in an invitation, as if he can read the thoughts in my head, but there’s no way he could know how badly I want to make him beg for me and admit I’m not garbage. I want to make him suffer, even if it’s only just a little bit for the way he treated me.

I snap into action, accepting his offer. It’s not my fault if he misread my intention. Lucian stumbles back as I place both of my palms on his chest and shove. The backs of his legs hit the bed, and he goes down—either by surprise or sheer luck, I don’t know which or care. I climb over him and mount his waist, then gaze down at him past my heaving chest.

His full lips are parted as he drags in air, and he’s breathing nearly as hard as I am, but when I softly trail my nails over his chest, scratching over his nipples, he stops breathing altogether. “Look at you, pretty boy.” There’s a dark note in my voice that sounds unfamiliar to me. “All worked up for the charity case.” I circle my hips just enough to rub over the hardness between my thighs.

He licks his bottom lip, and his eyelids lower until he’s the perfect picture of sultry sex appeal. “How badly do you want to wrap your hand around my throat and sink onto my cock?” he challenges.

I lean over him, bringing my bare chest to his, and whisper, “Not nearly as much as you want me to, which makes it so worth it.”

Lucian hisses through his teeth as he drags in a breath. “I can feel how wet you are for me,” he taunts.

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