Page 143 of Ensnared

Iglance up to find his eyes stuck on my lap, those parted lips sucking in air and taunting me with the pink slickness just inside.Ofcourse, from the angle he’s now standing at there’s no hiding the erection pushing at my slacks.Damnit.

“Eden,”Ilie smoothly, and hate myself when he flinches.

“Right.”

Iwatch his throat bob as he swallows, feeling filthy.Aprince of muck and shame.Hedeserves better than this, better than me.Ifonly he didn’t believe he was in love with me.Ifonly he recognized this for what it was and let me go, thenIwouldn’t need to keep pushing him away.

“Youdidn’t fuckEden,”Iblurt, and his tense, hurt expression swings back to me in disbelief.

Immediately,Iwant to bite my tongue off.Ineedto push him away.Tounclamp my grasping fingers from his heart.Tofinally snip the last threads of hope that tie him to me.Ineed to free him, the way he deserves to be freed.Ishould mind my own business.

ButI’mtired, and rumpled, and sore.

Andterribly deficient.

UnlikeEden,Luciendoesn’t stammer.Heblinks once, then looks at me from under lowered brows.

“Notwith my cock,” he admits.Thenhis voice lowers, becomes hushed. “Ifucked her with my mouth.Ifucked her until she came on my tongue.”

Hesays it like a confession, like he’s whispering to a priest of some forbidden communion.Hiseyes are on my face, andIwonder what he hopes to see.Jealousy?Anger?Ihave no right to either, though both suck at me like diseases preying on a weak constitution.

“Howdid she taste?”Theinsidious question slips out of me, but the need of knowing is an instant obsession.I’veimagined it, many times.Everytime she crossed and recrossed her legs while she read in the firelight, when she had the audacity to sass me about the library, when she knelt at my feet like she was born to it.I’veimagined her taste, her smell, the sounds she would make.

Howpretty her lashes would look tangled with tears.

Lucien’sblue eyes darken, andIcan see the lust and more than a hint of vindictive satisfaction lurking behind them.

“Shetasted like she wanted me.”

Releasinghis wrist,Icatch his shirt and tug, so he’s forced to bend down further over me. “Tellme how wet she was.”Strokingdown his cheek with my other hand,Iask, “Didshe soak that beard of yours?”

Lucienshivers, but he traps my eyes. “Overand over.”

Iwas right—my sweet soldier is taunting me.

“Shewrapped her legs around my ears and grinded on my tongue.Shebegged me for more.Shebegged for my cock.”

Jealousyclutches at me.It’snot fair, not fair at all given my decision—butI’mfurious that he had her andIdid not.Thatshe hadhim, whenIwould let my soul expire to do the same.Myhand drops to the seam of his jeans where he strains against the thick denim.Irub him roughly through the fabric, and he gasps in shock, bucking into my hand.

“Butyou didn’t give it to her,”Icroon.

Isqueeze his length, just this side of painful.Lucienmoans, then grits his teeth against the sound, clearly trying to control himself.Blueeyes flash defiantly at me. “Hermouth was incredible, she let me use it twice.”

Ofcourse she did.Lucienhas a beautiful cock; sheshouldworship it.

Butonly whenIsay she can.

Mygrip tightens, and he whimpers, tensing, butIsee the submission sliding over him.Thefight leaves his body, and he pumps into my punishing touch.Adrenalinethrums through me, pressure building in my balls.Myheart stutters and twists.

WhatamIdoing?

IreleaseLucienas quickly asIgrabbed him, ignoring the way my chest throbs, avoiding the devastation and humiliation crossing his face.I’mshaky, unsettled.Damnit,Iknow better than this.Idecidedagainstthis.Whathappened to my control?

Kimchiand dimples.Atoxic combination.

Forcingmyself to relax—or at least seem to—Ilook up at the screens again, realizing with irritation thatI’vesomehow skipped the camera ahead to present time, losing my place on yesterday’s feed.

“Really,Jasper?”Lucien’svoice trembles with hurt. “Whatthe hell are you doing with me?Willyou make up your damn mind?Can’tyou see thatIwant you?”

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