Grievous (Wanted Men Book 5) (22 page)

“Have you ever taken a man here?” he asked as he stroked the tight little hole with his pinkie.

A puff of air came out of her that he was sure was supposed to be a laugh. “You must be joking. No, Lucian. No, I haven’t. I don’t think I could do that. Will you…will you come here? I need…I think I need to kiss you or something. I feel lost. And I need to hear your voice more. When you’re silent, you can be anyone doing this to me. I need to hear it’s you.”

He straightened, and she blinked and squinted when he slipped the cover off her eyes. The kiss he gave her was gentle. He felt he could be generous now because she’d admitted to feeling untethered.

Like him.

“I may set you adrift, my pet. But I will never allow you to get beyond my reach. Never.” He released her from her shackles and laid her pliant body on the bed. After bringing her down completely by rubbing her shoulders, wrists, and ankles for a time, he glanced at the tray still sitting on the corner of the mattress. She saw.

“Before you start on that again, I promise, from here on out, I’ll eat whatever you want me to, whenever you want me to eat it. ’Kay?”

He lifted his brow. “That is what they call a broad promise.”

The exhausted little giggle she let out as she rolled over and snaked her way to the tray tore into something in his chest. Warmth filled him; he attributed it to the blood seeping from the invisible injury. She propped herself up on her elbows, and as she inhaled strawberry after strawberry, she bent her legs and kicked her feet in lazy circles.

“You gotta cut the heat in here before I die. Never been so thirsty.”

He swiped the bowl of grapes just as she reached for one.

She shot him a look before groaning and dropping her face into the black sheets. “Seriously?” she mumbled. “I swear you’re the cruelest man I’ve ever known.”

He went over and pressed in the code to kill the heat. Silence crept in as he came back, the whir of the fan slowly winding down.

She rolled to her back and looked up at him. “Before I turn into dust and lose my chance, I have to say that was the most amazing punishment I’ve ever been given. You know, in a horrible, please-kill-me-now-but-don’t-you-dare-stop kind of way.” She gave him a sated smile. A tired smile. “Okay. C’mon. Unless you have a jug of water under the bed, get those grapes in here.” She snapped her teeth together then opened wide.

He wanted to slide his cock in there. His gut spasmed with a craving to feel her mouth on him. As if reading his mind, her gaze latched onto the painfully hard thing. “You are very comfortable with no clothes on,” he commented before she could say anything.

“I know. Weird, huh?” She lifted her legs and gracefully crossed them. Her long foot bobbed as her hands cupped her breasts. “There. Better? Maybe my parents were nudists.” She opened her jaws.

“Not so weird considering what you are displaying.” He squatted. “Roll over.”

She came back to her front, and he saw her eyes go behind him to the swing hanging from the ceiling. He tucked away the spark of interest she showed and fed her the bowl of grapes. The moment the last one disappeared, she was sliding forward so she could look down at his erection again. She glanced up and seemed to be gauging his mood. Her focus went to the chair a few feet away.

“You brave enough to sit over there and, uh, let me have my way with you?” The question was hesitantly asked, and the edge to her tone made it clear she was expecting to be turned down. “You look as if you’re in need of a release I would really like to be a part of.”

And so she would. He got up and went over to lower himself into the chair, the back of which was in a permanent half-reclined position. He wanted her to be confident enough to come to him when she was in need, so he wouldn’t rebuff her overture. Not that his cock would have let him even if he’d wanted to make this a lesson of some sort.

“You may get up and do what you will.”

She hesitated for a moment before getting to her knees and sliding off the bed.

“And your punishment would never have been so enjoyable if the attraction between us was not so real. So powerful.” He shook his head, still irked whenever he remembered her comment. “Natural response to stimuli. Such nonsense.”

When she reached him, she gracefully brought her leg over. Her scent nearly knocked him off the fucking chair.

“Do not tease,” he rasped as he grabbed her ribs and squeezed slightly before moving up to cup her breasts.

“Something you don’t seem to understand yet, spoiled rich guy.” She reached behind and firmly grabbed him by the base of his spectacularly stiff cock. His need ratcheted up another notch when she stood him straight up. “
You’re
what’s real and powerful.” She lowered herself until his throbbing cockhead nuzzled lovingly into the mouth of her opening. He could hear her wetness. “And that’s a candy-coated carrot to a poor little helpless bunny like me.” She sunk down, and he felt every inch of him get eaten by her heat. Her body welcomed him, beckoned him deeper, and finally claimed him completely when their slippery thighs met.

“Your creamy pussy loves my cock,” he taunted, rejoicing over the fact that he’d readied her so well she’d taken him with no effort.

As her inner muscles pulsed around his length, her long nails scraped up the back of his neck until she could fist two handfuls of his hair. She pulled his head back so she could look down into his face.

“So?”

A one-word confession.

His lips curved up. “So, my precious pet’s creamy pussy loves her owner’s cock.”

“I think you must be confused.” She threw herself into a slow, steady rhythm that had his balls tucking up close to his body. “Because it’s definitely the other way around, you delusional madman.” She made an adorable face at him then lifted herself almost clear off, inching her silkiness up so that it sucked every inch of his shaft.

Finding himself charmed, and strangely proud of the way she was owning her enjoyment of the things he was introducing her to, he waited until she began to lower herself before driving his hips up to fuck her hard. She cursed and fell onto him, her arms tangling around his head.

“Jesus, Lucian. How do you know to do that? Again. Do it again.” She braced herself on her legs, giving him just enough room to work.

And work he did. For the next few minutes, he shut down his mind and thrust evenly and with just enough speed. She wailed, cursed, and came for him. As she climaxed, her mouth latched onto the cord in his neck and the steady suction had him imagining her taking those same pulls directly from his cock.

Knowing she was distracted, he used his heel to pull the angled mirror out from beneath the chair, then he shoved his ass forward on the seat. He was craving sight. He wanted to watch as he filled her body. Right at the source.

“When I tell you to still, you do so immediately. Do you understand?”

She mumbled something that sounded like an agreement, and with his heart speeding up, he tucked her face tighter into his neck so he could see over her shoulder. That first sight had him moaning as if he were being gutted. His mind opened up, and he invited his demons into this time. They, too, moaned their whole-hearted approval.

“Fuck yourself on me,
draga mea.
” He got a gentle grip on her pink-streaked ass cheeks and started moving her forward and back on his wet cock. “Jesus Christ, that is magnificent.”

It became something of great beauty when he relaxed and she took over, working herself, gaining speed, lifting him up, steadily drawing the climax out of him. He could have watched the sensual display forever, but his body wouldn’t allow it.

Not when he heard his pet’s quiet plea.

“Come for me, Lucian,” she murmured in his ear. “At least give me that.”

He wrapped her in his arms, drove deep a few times, then jammed his cock as high inside her as he could. “Stop,” he commanded.

She stilled her thrusts instantly, and it was with complete fascination that he watched nature at work. The thick vein running up the front of his shaft rippled as it pumped his release from his body into what would be a fertile environment if not for the chemicals his pet swallowed every morning in the form of a tablet.

He. Was. Captivated.

And that was disturbing.

The trip to the other side of the castle was a quiet one. When they reached the familiar cream and gold bedroom, Lucian took her arm and brought her to the foot of the bed.

“Stay.”

Her mouth twisted as she watched him go into her closet and gather some clothes. He detoured into his on the way back and came out with a hoodie. He then made her stand there while he dressed her.

“I’m a doll now?” she eventually muttered as she placed a hand on his shoulder and slipped one foot at a time into a pair of leggings. When he pulled them up, she brushed his hands away and got them in place herself. “Let’s not get crazy here.”

He got a pair of white Converse on her feet and nibbled around her belly button before straightening.

“Did you make Sheldon hire me?”

They both stilled at her blurted question. She hadn’t meant to ask it, but now that her brain was coming back online, the reason for her upset earlier was coming back to her.

“No. I did not
make
him hire you.”

“You didn’t?” Up her spirits came. “Did you have anything to do with the recruiter from NYU calling me about the job?”

He scrutinized her for an extended moment. “Are you capable of being reasonable if I answer that honestly?”

Down her spirits went. Knee him in the junk or nod? It took her a second to decide what to do. She nodded because she wasn’t done with his junk just yet and she didn’t want bruising to get in the way of his performance. “I’ll try to control myself,” she drawled.

“The recruiter was contacted by my people. She was instructed to get in touch with you and strongly recommend you apply for the position.” He lifted her head back up with a finger under her chin. “You are not the first person I have helped in such a small way. And if it makes a difference, which it should, all I did was put you in the right place at the right time.”

“And let me believe I’d gotten there on my own.”

“Sheldon’s final decision on who he hired was his,” he finished as if she hadn’t spoken. He stroked her jawline with his thumb before turning to pick the hoodie up from where he’d tossed it on the bed. “Of course, he would choose you. Anyone would have.”

She ignored that. “But he knew you had a personal interest in me as a candidate for the position.”

“Yes.”

“So you got me my first job in the art world.” Shit. She wanted to find a dark corner and rock back and forth for a while. It was awful being studied while humiliation and disappointment ravaged her. Didn’t help that she was standing there in a bra and leggings.

Lucian’s sigh drifted across her cheek. “No, Yasmeen. You did that. After weeding out those who were not what the gallery needed, your boss was left with three applicants. When I asked him what the deciding factor was after he chose you, he told me your genuine passion was apparent the moment you entered his showroom and expressed your appreciation with silence.” He shook his head as one side of his mouth came up. “I am beginning to think he must have been talking about a different person because quiet you are not.”

Just like an old wooden yo-yo, she hit the end of the string and went spinning back up. She returned his half-smile, thrilled she was seeing it. “I’m silent as a mouse at work. I’m only chatty with you because I like you, and I’m curious about you and the crazy things you do, and why you do them.” She took his head between her palms and made him look at her. “You really didn’t stand over him with that intimidating look on your face and order him to hire me? Be honest.”

“I did not order him to hire you. Arms up.”

But Sheldon had most likely picked her out of the three applicants because he’d been afraid not to. “Would you consider giving me my phone back now?” She could call and know for sure instead of wondering.

“Up, Yasmeen.”

That’s what she thought. She shoved her arms in the air, and he pulled the soft cotton over her head. She looked down at the logo across her chest. “You went to Princeton?”

“I went to Princeton. I also spent some time at Oxford.”

“In England?”

“Is there another?”

“Not that could handle
that
attitude, no.” He gave her a warning look that she took head on. “Don’t look at me like that. Your arrogance is astounding. The girls must have followed you around with their panties in the air.”

“As I am sure the boys at NYU followed behind you holding their dicks in their hands.”

She grimaced. “No, they didn’t.”

“Yes, my pet. They did. Believe me. If you did not witness it, they were being discreet. I would guarantee hundreds of men have come on their shower walls to thoughts of you on your knees before them.”

“Lucian. Don’t be disgusting.”

He gave her an exasperated look. “That is not disgusting. If I were to see you masturbate, I would be enthralled.”

“Yes, but that’s someone you’re attracted to. I’d be all eyes if I watched you, too. But to think of other men doing it makes me a little vomity.”