Lucien (The Marchesi Family 1)

“Relax and enjoy it.” He thoroughly loosened up every muscle in my right foot. Then he took the left into his hands and did the same thing.

“Look at me, Peter.”

I’d watched him at first when he began to massage my feet, but seeing the tender expression on his face as he concentrated solely on giving me pleasure had been too much for me. I didn’t need to get my hopes up that there might be something more between us. That would only lead to trouble and heartbreak. Lucien would eventually tire of me and let me go. I believed he would protect me and wouldn’t hurt me physically, but he could destroy my heart if I let myself fall for him.

I couldn’t pretend he was the prince I’d longed for. I would enjoy this while it lasted. It wasn’t like I wanted to be involved with a man like him long term anyway. I didn’t want to constantly be in danger. I was tempted to think I was brave for not running from him when I had the chance, but that wasn’t true. I’d still taken the path of least resistance. And I had no intention of involving myself in Lucien’s criminal activities. I belonged in the background, not in the spotlight, certainly not on the arm of a man like Lucien Marchesi.

I sucked in my breath when I met his gaze. He looked predatory once again, the way he had the first time he’d taken me into his office and made me kneel for him. I’d done it, and I knew I would do it again. I would do whatever he asked, but I had to keep my heart out of it.

“Stroke yourself, Peter. I’m going to watch, and you’re going to watch me watch. I want to see the need in your eyes and the agony when I deny you again.”

He’d thoroughly relaxed me with the foot massage, but now my heart was racing again, my breathing shallow. How did he manage that with nothing but a few words?

“Peter.” The command in his voice made me shiver. I reached for my cock, wrapping my hand around it. I stroked myself slowly at first and then faster as my body demanded more. Lucien smiled as he watched me, and his eyes darkened.

“That’s it. Show me how you bring yourself off. Show me how you make yourself come.”

His hand was pressed against his own cock, rubbing himself through his pants. Seeing how turned on he was from watching me made me long to please him even more. I knew he would order me to stop soon, and the closer I brought myself to coming, the harder that would be. But I couldn’t slow my strokes, not with him watching me like he wanted to devour me. I kept dropping my gaze to his hand on his cock and then looking into his eyes again, seeing his need. “Lucien, please, I—”

“Don’t stop yet,” he ordered. I didn’t. I worked myself until I didn’t think I could hold back anymore. What would he do if I came without his permission?

“Tease your balls with your other hand.”

Oh God. “Please, I can’t.”

“You can because I want you to.”

He was so fucking arrogant. Why was that such a turn on?

I cupped my balls and tugged on them, pushing myself to the very edge. Lucien held my gaze. I couldn’t have looked away, not for anything. When I was absolutely sure I’d pushed myself too far, he pulled me back. “Stop. Put your hands at your sides.”

I pressed my hands into the mattress and held utterly still. I was afraid even a current of air could make my cock go off.

“You’re such a good boy, Peter. I love how you obey me.” I tried to speak, but my mouth was too dry. “Just breathe. Slowly.” He leaned forward and laid a hand against my chest. “Make my hand rise. Just focus on that.”

He was watching me again. I licked my lips as I looked into his eyes. I wanted this. I wanted his control. I wanted… things I knew I couldn’t have. “Lucien, I…”

He pressed a finger to my lips. “Close your eyes, baby. This is about feeling, not talking.”

I lay there, trying to focus on breathing, feeling his hand on me and the mattress beneath me. My body ached with the need to come. He hadn’t even touched my hole, but I felt empty inside, desperate to be filled by him.

A few moments later, he pulled his hand away, and my eyes fluttered open. I watched as he slowly undressed. All the tension and need I’d felt returned as I watched him reveal his gorgeous body. I sucked in my breath when his dress shirt dropped from his shoulders. His chest and arms were perfection. I wanted to run my hands over every ridge of muscle.