Lucius (Acquisition 4)

“I—I …” My breath is stolen away as my orgasm hits. It comes from somewhere deep inside, a release that rolls on and on as I claw at Lucius and cry his name. He doesn’t stop stroking me, his mouth on my tits, on my throat. I come until I can barely breathe, my body spent and so sensitive.

“That was so fucking hot.” He runs his palm down my chest, between my breasts, and then to my pussy. “God, feel that. Feel how perfect.” He takes my hand and brings it to his cock as he thrusts in and out.

It’s so filthy, so goddamn perfect to feel his hard cock sliding into my wet pussy.

“All for you, Evie. Every bit of me is yours.” He pulls out, then flips me over onto my stomach.

With a hard pull, he yanks me onto his dick. I squeal at the pressure when he enters me from behind.

“Fuck yes.” He runs a finger down my ass and strokes the hole.

“Lucius!” I turn to look at him.

He smirks back at me and applies pressure, slipping the tip of his finger inside. “I’m going to take every hole you have, darling. I can promise you that. Maybe not right now.” He pushes it farther, and I can’t stifle my moan. How can something so wrong feel so good? It sends so much arousal flooding through me that I swear I get even wetter.

“You like that?” He grunts, and his animalistic manner only turns me on more. When he slaps my ass, I jump. “I asked you a question, Evie. Do you like it when I play with your tight asshole?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I know you do, good girl.” He reaches up with his other hand and takes a handful of hair.

When he thrusts inside me again, I arch and take every bit of him. He pulls my hair, riding me while he fingers my asshole.

I’m so worked up, so turned on, I feel that wave inside me again. It rolls and rolls, and when Lucius plunges his finger even deeper, I cry out and come again. This one’s deeper and shorter, but no less powerful.

“I can feel you, Evie. Your cunt wants to milk me.” He thrusts so hard the bed shakes. “Take it.” His cock kicks, and I feel his release spurting inside me. “Take it all like a good girl.”

My orgasm crests again in a final burst of bliss. It leaves me a boneless mess as I sink down into the bed. His come leaks down my inner thighs, but I don’t care. Not when I’ve just been fucked into two delicious orgasms.

He leans over my back and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades. “Good girl.”

Why does that stupid phrase make me go all weak? I should protest, should tear him down and inform him I’m not a dog. But the way he says it, god! The gritty way he praises me as he gives me pleasure and takes his own—I already crave it.

And I let him come inside me. I groan.

“What?” He falls beside me and pulls me to him.

“We just—”

“Lived out our rage-sex dreams with each other?” he fills in.

“Went bareback,” I correct.

“Yeah. I know. But—” He takes my chin and pulls me to face him. “There was no way I was going to pull out. Not with you. Not with us.”

“I’m on birth control.”

“Okay.”

I squint. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” He is completely at ease. Smug almost.

“Like it doesn’t matter to you either way?”

“It doesn’t. Look, I’m locked in here, Evie. You and me. I told you before we got down to business that this is forever.”

“What if I don’t want you to be my forever?”

He laughs, the sound low and so damn sexy. “Of course you do. Just look at me.”

“God, I’m right back to wanting to punch you.” I start to scoot away from him, but he doesn’t let me go.

“You can punch me as long as you don’t leave me.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “Your roots are showing. I love that color. And you have it down below to matc—”

“Honestly!” I wrinkle my nose.

“What?” He kisses my wrinkled nose. “I like it.”

Could this be real? Am I lying here with the man I wanted to kill—and will probably still want to kill from time to time—actually having a conversation about a real future?

I sigh and relax onto him, his heart thumping powerfully beneath my cheek. “You really want children?”

“With you? Yeah.”

“What if this is just a passing fascination because of—”

“No.” He pulls me up his body until we’re eye-to-eye. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

My eyes water, and I feel so damn exposed. Like a creature without a shell.

“Hey.” He kisses me softly, warmly—in a way I thought he wasn’t capable of. “I’m sure of you, Evie. I’m an asshole, a fucking deviant. I know that. I’ve always known it. But you are my downfall. You make me want to be more than a fucked-up monster. Not saying I can be, but you’re the only one who’s ever convinced me to try. All right?”