Page 63 of Cruel Heir

“God,you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his fingers tracing up the inside of my thighs, spreading me open. He sounds like he’s dying totaste me, like it’s all that he wants. I moan helplessly as his tongue slides between my folds, dragging upwards until he finds my clit, and I let out a keening wail of pleasure.

It feels incredible. I thought I’d known the depths of the pleasure he could give me, but there’s something raw and vulnerable about what I’ve done tonight that broadens it, makes it so muchmore. Andre’s touch is gentle in a way that it’s never been before, not even that night by the fireplace, and I want him in a way that I’ve never allowed myself to before. Ichosethis, and I let myself open up to everything he gives me, every warm flush of pleasure that tightens my muscles and winds through my body as he builds it with lips and tongue.

His mouth presses around my clit, sucking, drawing the sensitive flesh into his mouth until my back is arched almost painfully, my fingers clawing into the blankets, and my body on the verge of coming apart. His tongue lashes over it, sucking almost as intensely as I did to him, and I feel one last swell of pleasure before it crashes over me in a sudden, overwhelming wave that leaves me gasping and crying out his name. I twist underneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I clutch his mouth to me, bucking and writhing as I come hard on his tongue.

Andre doesn’t stop. He keeps going, never ceasing until the moment I sag back onto the bed, utterly spent. And then he slides up my body, wiping the glistening arousal away from his chin as he licks his lips, and I feel the swollen press of his cock between my thighs.

“Lucia.” He breathes my name, and I realize dizzily that he’swaiting. His cockhead is nudged firmly against my sensitive folds, and all it would take is one twitch of his hips to push him into me. I’m drenched, opened up for him, and it would be nothing at all for him to slip inside.

“What happens if I tell you no?” The moment the words slide off my lips, I can’t believe I’ve dared to say them. But what do I have left to lose? I don’t want to go home any longer, and I don’t know if I have a home here. I’m hanging on a precipice, and somehow, Andre has become the only one who can pull me back up.

He leans back, away from me. It happens so suddenly that it takes me a moment to realize it. Andre kneels between my legs, no longer touching me, his cock iron-hard again, the tip nearly brushing his navel, he’s so stiff. His dark blue eyes are fixed on my face wordlessly, his hands on his thighs, and he just looks at me as if to saythis. This is what happens.

He’s stopped.

I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest. This is it. This is the moment when I make the choice—when I get up and leave, or I give myself over to this man, and hope that we can write a different future together.

“What happens if I say yes?” I breathe.

Andre’s mouth is on mine in an instant, his body pressed against mine, hot and hard and everything I want. He surges forward, his knee pushing my thigh to one side as he opens me up, his cock spearing me as I feel the sudden fullness of him sliding inside of me. He sinks into me in one long, hot thrust that leaves me trembling underneath him, gasping against his mouth, my nails sinking into his shoulders. He thrusts, hard, pressed against me so tightly that I can feel him grinding against my clit, and I moan into his mouth as his lips capture mine again.

“Andre—” I gasp his name, and then I can’t speak. My entire body is taut with pleasure, waves of it breaking over me with every deep thrust, his cock feeling as if it’s rubbing against places I never knew he could touch. And I open myself up to all of it, because I want tofeelall of it.

I don’t want it to end.

His mouth finds my neck, my shoulder, kissing and biting his way down and then back up to my lips again, every rock of his hips against mine bringing a new burst of pleasure beneath my skin. My breasts rub against his chest, nipples grazing his sweat-dampened skin until it feels as if every part of me is electric with sensation, and I hadn’t known how much better this could still be until now.

“Lucia—” He groans against my mouth, driving into me again andholding himself there, grinding his hips as if he wants to go deeper still. “Fuck—”

I can feel myself clenching around him, tightening with my oncoming orgasm, and then it breaks over me with a suddenness that makes me cry out. He tears his mouth away from mine, looking down at me with lust-wild eyes as if he wants nothing more than to hear me moan, to hear every sound I make as I ripple around him and squeeze his cock.

“You’re going to make me come again,” he gasps, thrusting once more. “Fuck, I don’t want to stop—”

His hips move erratically against mine, a hot, frantic meeting of bodies that has me hovering on the edge again, clenching around him as I near a third orgasm. I see his jaw tighten, feel the shudder that goes through him, and I’ve forgotten that I have a reason to not want him to come inside of me until the very moment that I feel him wrench free. His cock slips out of me, and I watch dazedly as Andre wraps his hand around his pulsing shaft, stroking himself almost desperately as he spills over my stomach in a hot rush that leaves me painted with his cum. I watch him slide his hand over his length, more of his cum spurting over my skin, and I can’t breathe with how desperately close I still am to the edge. Almost as if he realizes, his other hand reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit as he keeps stroking his cock, the tip of it rubbing against the soft flesh of my stomach as if he can’t stop coming. The orgasm hits me, hard on the heels of the last, tearing the breath from my lungs as I buck against his hand, the sensation of his cock rubbing against me as I come somehow intensifying it.

I’m still gasping as it ebbs, staring up at him as I realize what he just did, the evidence of it painted over my skin. “Why?” I breathe, and Andre looks down at me, still shuddering with the last aftershocks of his own pleasure.

“You said yes to me. You didn’t say yes to this.” His hand touches my stomach, where his cum is sticky against my skin. “I told you I was giving you a choice, Lucia. And I told you I would rather die thanhurt you again.” His dark gaze holds mine, and I see in that moment that he means it. “I was keeping my word.”

I nod, unable to speak. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, his expression darker and more intense than I’ve ever seen it—even on the night we were married, even on the night he took my virginity, even more so than any day or night since then. He looks at me, and I know there’s no going back.

“I want to stay here tonight,” I whisper. “I want to go get cleaned up, and then I want to come back to bed with you.”

Andre nods, reaching forward to kiss me again, our bodies pressed together. “I want to give you everything you desire,principessa.”

For the first time, I’m beginning to believe that he actually can.

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He showers with me, and then we go back to bed together. I curl up next to him, feeling the strangeness of it, but I don’t want to leave. I haven’t shared a bed with him since the night I tried to lull him into complacency so that I could escape. This time, there’s no ulterior motive. I let him spoon me, his arm heavy over my waist, and I let myself melt into the warm comfort of another body so close to mine.

It could always be like this.That possibility seems closer than ever.What more do I need from him to know that he means it?

A small, distrustful part of my mind whispers that it could all be a trick, another manipulation, meant to make me believe that he’s going to keep giving me these choices. That it could all be an illusion to lull me into a false sense of security.

But I keep coming back to the choice that he gave me at my father’s house. A choice that couldn’t have been a trick, because I could have simplystayed. And there would have been nothing he could do about it.

I fall asleep, eventually. It’s light and restless, beset by strange dreams and the lingering anxiety over the turn my relationship withAndre has taken, and at first, I think the noise I hear is more of the restless dreams.

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