Grievous (Wanted Men Book 5) (21 page)

“How? What are you going to do to me? Lucian!”

He left her for a brief moment to go to the cabinet on the other side of the room. On his way back, he picked another strawberry from the bowl. When he was in front of her once more, he bit into the berry, and as he chewed the fleshy fruit, he brought what remained to her breast.

“I would like you to eat.” He coated one nipple and then the other as she watched his face, her chest rising and falling too quickly for someone who was standing stationary.

“I would like you to answer my fucking question.”

He bent and sucked the darker peak into his mouth and tasted sweetness and copper. Berries and blood. He moved to the other and got nothing but sweetness. Needing something else, he licked up the valley between her breasts and filled his tongue with the salty moisture dripping down her skin. The moan that escaped him was no more than a rasp of vocal cords. The next sound to come was the crack of skin on skin. He immediately cupped the ass cheek he’d just swatted.

“Ladies should not curse. Try to curb the impulse.”

Her lips peeled back from her teeth. The chains rattled as she growled through her clenched jaw. He’d angered his pet worse than ever. It seemed he wouldn’t be fucking his playful sex kitten today. She was currently too feral to be considered such a thing.

Going around to her back, forcing himself not to touch yet, he deftly put a satiny blindfold over her eyes.

“No!” Her tone changed in an instant, and she stiffened as if she were expecting a blow to land. “Take it off. I don’t like the dark. Get it off!”

Hearing a true note of fear in her voice, he didn’t even think about it before he was clamping onto her with a snug hold that had his forearm separating her breasts and his hand latching onto her neck and jaw. He tucked something into his waistband so he could free his hand which he used to deliver a calming stroke to her smooth flank. He’d worked her up, and now he was soothing her, offering comfort to bring her back down.

“You will not feel fear when I lure you into the darkness, Yasmeen. This is my domain, and you are my guest.” He kissed her bicep. “Nothing will get to you if you allow me to protect you as I know I can.” His arm constricted, melding her back to his front as that skipped and began repeating in his mind. Only he wasn’t saying it to her. He’d shouted it at Markus.

“I appreciate your intentions, Lucian! But this need you have to protect me is interfering in my life! I cannot live under this suffocating dome you’ve placed around me!”

He shook his head before burying his face in the dark hair tickling his chin. “Allow me to do for you what I know I am capable of.” His whisper was a demand layered with a guttural plea. “The moment you refuse, the moment you tie my hands, you will be a target, and the monsters that live around us will get to you.”

They would get to her the way they got to Markus. The way they got to his father and his sister. His mind twisted with malevolence, reacting to the thought of one day adding Yasmeen to the growing pile of corpses.

“Lucian?” Her chains rattled. “Are you still here? Can you hear me?”

He was gripping her tightly, all but surrounding her with his body. Why would she ask if he was still here? Even his demons, who were more than ready to begin, frowned at that.

“Can you hear me, Lucian?” Her voice had softened, becoming coaxing as if she were trying to draw him out.

He was fairly certain he would always hear her. In every woman he met from this moment on, he would hear this one’s voice.

The way he sometimes heard Markus in his mind? Was that all he would one day have of his pet? A memory? He shook his head harder. “Yes. I hear you,” he said, silently vowing never to let that happen.

“What do you hear?”

“The fear in your voice.”

The steel went out of her limbs. “Thank God,” she whispered.

His brows came down low. “You have no reason to feel fear,
draga
. I will have you making friends with the darkness in no time. You will return to the light sated and looking forward to our next journey. You have my word.”

He felt something pass through her slender frame and looked down to watch her nipples curl into tight little buttons.

“You can do what you want to me. Anything you want. Just don’t leave me alone in the dark, okay? That’s all I ask. Other than that…” He felt her swallow under his palm. “You have my permission to do whatever you must to make yourself…better.”

He purred like a lion and took a moment to savor the freedom her consent had just given him.

♦ ♦ ♦

Yasmeen waited.

And waited.

Soon the tension was back in her muscles as she waited even longer for the shoe to drop. Once her head started buzzing from the stress of it, and she felt ready enough to take him on, she bumped her ass back against what she could feel was her madman’s semi-hard cock. She felt confident enough to poke the bear only because he’d proven he hadn’t gone bye-bye in his head and left her here with his invisible friends.

“Did you hear me, Lucian? I said you could do what you want. Is this it?” She forced a scoff she hoped sounded authentic and not eager, trying to guarantee he wouldn’t backslide into that place she’d heard in the hollow tone that had entered his voice a minute ago. “Really. If your idea of punishment is hugs and cuddles, I think my fifth-grade teacher’s refusal to let me go out for recess wins.”

The soft chuckle that reverberated into her back had her tummy clenching tight. “Is that your way of telling me you are ready to let your sanity slip away, pet?” His hands trailed all the way down her front. He opened her with two fingers, and so gently began rolling the tip of another over the exposed ball of her clit.

“My sanity isn’t going anywhere,” she insisted breathlessly. In her head, she let out a moan reserved for that first forkful of her favorite dessert. Times a hundred.

“Would you like to place bets?”

“I don’t have a castle to put up for collateral.”
Oh, God…yes. Faster. Harder. Add another finger. Push one inside me.

“Why would you need one when you are so sure you will retain your senses?”

I won’t. They’re already gone. The minute you touch me, they’re gone. Why can’t I resist you?

She didn’t voice her helpless thoughts as her ears did their thing. He brought his finger up, and she heard him lick it before it returned to its ministrations on that oversensitive bundle of nerves that was causing the coil to draw tight inside her, readying to let go and wreck her just so he could put her back together to do it again and again.

“I want you to orgasm from this single point of contact. Have you ever? Just from this small connection?”

The connection she felt to him was anything but small. “Take the blindfold off,” she breathed as her breasts tightened and her nipples got so hard they hurt. “I want to watch.”

“You do not need to watch. You just need to feel your owner’s fingertip rolling around this shiny pearl he is dying to have in his mouth.”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Harder, Lucian.”

“No, pet. It does not need hard or fast. It just needs to be touched.”

Yes, I do.
Her breathing became ragged as she chased the release. God, she loved how he played with her. Loved it. Would miss it so much when this ended.

“It needs the soft stroke of its owner.”

“Yes. Yes, it does,” she agreed under her breath as heat poured out from her core.

“Round and round.”

“Yes…yes…”

As heaven came racing toward her, he slowed and pushed back to dabble in the wetness he’d created.

“Bastard,” she whispered, shaking. She should have known. Should have expected it.

“Nothing so good is ever that easy. You should know this.”

Another lick to his finger and back he went to torture her some more. He rolled around and around, driving her higher and higher.

Only to let her hang on the very edge once again by withdrawing.

“Stop that!” Her stomach muscles were crunching so tight she was getting a cramp. “Let me have it!” She tried to stop her hips from writhing but couldn’t.

“You will not give me what I want; why should I give in to you.”

“I will. I’ll be good. Promise. Swear on my macchiato. Let me come, Lucian.”

His fingertip. Her clit. More pressure.

“Let this little pussy go now, my pet. Let her please her master. Allow her to break so she weeps on my fingers. Round and round…until the tether snaps and she creams—”

She was blindsided by the power of her orgasm. Already sightless, she lost sound as it made her its bitch, beating on her harder than ever when Lucian pushed his fingers back to impale her. She cried out and tried to ride him when he finally worked his way into her.

“Jesus Christ, you have the tightest little cunt when you come,” he murmured. “Tight and fiery.” He pushed higher into her. “Pulling me deeper into you.” He withdrew until he was almost free of her clasp. Then sunk in deep again. “You are too beautiful when you give me this. It makes me regret that I must mar this perfect skin now.”

And so it went on. Yasmeen should have known even if he’d given her a week; there was no way she could have prepared herself for Lucian’s brand of punishment. He was meticulous, thorough, and deliciously cruel.

He brought in toys, using what she soon realized was a flogger on the backs of her thighs and legs. He didn’t whip her but drove her crazy by hesitating just long enough, and lashing just hard enough for her to yelp every time the leather tassels connected, the tips stinging just right. He slathered her perspiration slicked body with oil, then demonstrated it was edible by licking and sucking at her skin while using his fingers and tongue to knead, pinch, penetrate, and stroke her until tears were pushing into her eyes. It was completely unnecessary when he turned a vibrator on and sealed the fucking thing to the back of her vagina.

“I don’t need that,” she wailed just before a powerful climax tackled her. Her body shook as her muscles seized. “I need your cock now, Lucian! Are you naked yet? Did you take your pants off? Get me down…give me that big, beautiful cock…let me feel it…let me ride it. Please!”

A change in the air around her let her know he’d stood, and then she was cursing at the feel of his silky cockhead separating her pussy lips as he pushed through. Their hips met, and she felt his bare skin brush against the inside of her thighs.

“Oh, shit, yes. So naked,” she moaned as he rubbed his chest against her nipples. God, he felt huge between her legs. “Let me see you. I love looking at you. Please, Lucian. Get it inside me. Fuck me with it. Right now.” She tried to sink down. To shift. To move at all so she could get him where she needed him most. And wailed quietly when he denied her.

“Not yet.” He stole her anchor by moving back. Not far, because she could still feel his body heat and hear how he was displacing the air, but far enough so that he was no longer touching her.

She jerked, rattling the chains when he separated her pussy lips again. A shocked cry split the air when he swatted the screaming bunch of nerves at the top of her slit. “Lucian!” Another landed on her clit before two sharp slaps met her inner thigh.

“The riding crop we spoke about earlier,” he rasped before he sealed his hot mouth to her pussy.

“Jesus Chriiist!” Her third orgasm bore down and ripped into her, resonating almost painfully from her center out. “Yes! Oh, God! I need you, goddammit!” She shook her head, flicking away the sweat pouring off her. “Get this…fucking thing off my eyes…so I can…watch what you’re doing to me! Oh, fuck…” Her reality bent and wavered as he extended the climax to unbearable levels by sliding his fingers through her swollen lips and burying them knuckle deep while he nursed on her clit.

If he didn’t kill her, she knew then she would never refuse to eat from his hand again.

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Flattening his tongue, Lucian stroked the quivering bud that was the epicenter of his responsive pet’s pleasure, going left then right and back and forth. Circles, criss-crosses, squares, he didn’t leave one area untouched. His hands stroked her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, her calves. He grabbed her ankles hard and pushed his face up so he could penetrate her soaked pussy. A steady moan of pleasure was coming from her now as he took everything she had to give.

Never had he so enjoyed a woman. Every time he had her was better than the last. Her pleasure fueled him into wanting to deliver more and more. Her hips thrust on his face, and he rumbled his approval as he devoured her, inhaling her arousal, licking it, swallowing the cream she was producing for him. He murmured praise in his own language, savoring, reveling in his triumph.

She suddenly popped her hips back to get away from him. “You have to stop. I can’t…not there. No more.”

He drew back instantly. Wanted to keep going, to bring her somewhere she’d never been. But, no. He didn’t want to cross that line with her during play. He required her trust here.

“Don’t you leave me,” she panted. “Don’t you fucking leave me.”

He pressed his face to her navel and rimmed her belly button with his tongue. He tasted the flavor of strawberry from the oil he’d used to make her shine. She was trembling steadily. Bringing his hands up the backs of her thighs, he didn’t stop until he was passing over her ass. He took advantage of her loose muscles and ran two fingers down the center.