Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
The gaping hole sucked in every feeling like a black hole, pulling in the simmering rage brewing at its fringes. It bled into the pain, spreading like a drop of ink until it took everything over. Anger hardened my spine—its heat evaporating the weakness I’d walked in with. My armor slid in place, and I met his cold gaze with one of my own, casting everything else aside. “You know what?” I asked softly. “Fuck. You.” I whispered the words close enough for him to feel them against his lips.
He didn’t back up despite my nearness. Only cocked an arrogant brow, as if he was intrigued or hoping I meant it as an offer.
I barked a humorless laugh. “I. don’t. care. Go ahead…run this company into the ground. Do whatever the fuck you want—just like you always do. Because you know what?” I asked, my lips curving into a malicious smirk. “I’ll just start my own company.”
I basked in the arrogance seeping from his gaze, as if realizing and trying to reassess how I became the predator and he the prey.
I leaned in closer, speaking each word with precise, cold delivery. “I. Don’t. Need. You.”
With each word, his eyes darkened until nothing remained but angry black onyx swallowing his irises. I barely had more than a second to plan my next move before he nullified every plan with his hand gripping either side of my jaw, holding me still, squeezing to the edge of pain.
I gasped and wanted to cry out, make him believe he was hurting me—but we both knew the way his fingers dug into my cheeks, the way they controlled me, only set my desire ablaze.
“You don’t need this?” he snarled before whipping me around, pinning my hips under his, and forcing me to bend over the desk.
My hands landed on the polished wood with a smack that matched the same sound of his palm connecting with my ass. I sucked in a sharp gasp, the sound shuddering into a moan before I could stop it. Two more quick strikes on either side, setting my skin on fire before melting into a delicious warmth, spreading between my thighs.
“You don’t need the relief that only I can give you?” he taunted.
I dropped my head, unable to answer, already falling into a hazy pleasure, and pushed back for more. A voice whispered that I should be ashamed, but after weeks away, my body ached for his, and the heady thrum of want beat louder than the wispy warning.
One hand fisted my skirt, tugging it higher, and I wriggled my hips to help him as the clink and rustle of his belt and pants releasing built my anticipation to a fever pitch. Without teasing, not wasting time with build-up, he pressed the head of his cock at my entrance and shoved to the hilt, hitting deep.
My cry mixed with his groan, creating a song I knew would always be my favorite, even if I never heard it again.
He thrust, again and again, relentlessly, savagely, as if he were trying to imprint himself on my soul and mark me as his—ruining me for anyone else. His hand slid around my neck, pulling my back to his chest, squeezing gently as his mouth found mine.
Our tongues collided, messy and desperate. Eager and needy.
Another cry tore my lips from his when his fingers roughly pinched my nipple, twisting and pulling until I could barely stand it—the pain and pleasure overwhelming me.
“You don’t need the loss of control, the pain, the fucking pleasure that only I can give you?” he grunted the question with each driving slam inside me.
“Lucian,” I pleaded.
For more? For mercy? For him to want me like I wanted him? All of it? None of it?
In that moment, I had no idea.
My body hummed, the euphoria like electric fire burning a path to my core on its way to detonate. His thrusts lost their rhythm as his hand finally released my nipple before sinking between my legs to rub my clit with tight, purposeful strokes.
“Come for me, princess.” The breath from his command stroked along the shell of my ear, sinking inside me and taking control until I had no choice but to do as he ordered.
His hand released the pressure around my neck and sucked in a deep breath, the oxygen colliding with the flames of pleasure, detonating my orgasm until it consumed me. Deep groans vibrated against my back as he came along with me, emptying himself inside me, until we both finished, gasping for air. My pussy spasmed with aftershocks around his cock, still deep in my core, as if he wasn’t ready to leave.
I dropped my chin to my chest, rasping breaths echoing around me. His arms cradled my body, the only thing keeping me upright as my limbs turned to jelly. I clung to the press of his strength against me, savoring it—memorizing every second, drawing it close to steady the walls collapsing around my bruised heart.