Page 68 of My Sunfall

I am lost in a sea of warring emotions, and the moment feels so real, so raw I can’t lie anymore. “You,” I whimper.

“That’s right,” he growls, “you’re mine!” He drives inside me in one hard thrust. “Never forget it.”

I throw my head back, arching against him with a loud moan. “Oh god, Lucas.”

He buries his face into the crook of my neck and starts to pound into me, hands cupping my ass. He claims me with a rough, furious urgency that leaves no doubt that this is not only my punishment, but him asserting his possession.

I believe I hear him snarl mine with each hard thrust, but I can’t be sure, my hoarse moans resound in the darkness, and the loud hammering of my heart makes my blood pound in my ears, drowning out every other sound. The angle leaves me completely at his mercy, opened for his cock to push so deep into me I can’t catch my breath. I am drowning in a maelstrom of intense ecstasy, pleasure coiling and building inside me like a fire annihilating everything in its wake, leaving only scorching heat and the awareness of him claiming me, owning me. And I surrender.

When the first quivers of my climax start to wrack my body, Lucas must feel it, too.

“That’s it, love, be my good girl, come for me.” He takes up his pace and teases my lower lip with his teeth, nipping and sucking until I shatter. His mouth crashes over mine to cover my cries as I come apart, shuddering against him. His cock twitches as he slams one last time into me before he comes too, groaning into my mouth, body convulsing.

My breath heaves for several erratic heartbeats, as I try to regain some control. When I open my eyes, I find Lucas’ face just an inch from mine, watching me with an intensity that traps me and threatens to undo me. We are both breathing hard, bodies and eyes locked in a silent conversation that makes my heart thump against my chest. The moment feels endless and raw as I lose myself in the azure of his gaze.

Then someone passes by the door and the spell is broken. I avert my gaze, feeling heat creep up my face.

“Anyone could have seen us,” I mutter.

He chuckles softly as he carefully sets me back on my feet, steadying me with his hands on my hips. “Then I would’ve had to shoot them. No one sees you undressed except me.”

I look up sharply, trying to gauge if he is serious or teasing. But his face is unreadable as he bends down to brush my lips in a tender kiss. He rights himself in his pants. I fix my panties and look around for something to clean myself up. But before I can move, his hand darts out to catch my wrist.

“Don’t,” comes his low command, voice still rough and breath ragged.

“Lucas,” I begin, but he cuts me off, stepping closer with a dark look.

“Leave it.”

A shiver runs through me, and I know from the look in his eyes that he means it. He wants me to walk back inside, carrying the reminder of what has just happened. That maybe he even wants people to notice. My heart slams desperately against my ribcage like a caged bird.

“Lucas,” I whisper in a trembling voice. “Please, don’t make me. It’s wrong. People will notice.”

His hand lifts to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

“Consider it your punishment. Let them look at you and wonder.” He grazes my temple with his lips and leans back to look into my eyes. “But”—his voice lowers to a rough whisper—“you and I, we’ll both know.”

He steps back and straightens his jacket, looking controlled and collected, as if we just had a chat outside. Meanwhile, I am shaken to the core, my limbs are trembling and my mind is in a riot. Shame is making my heart hammer in my chest as a bead of his cum starts to trail down my leg.

When we step back into the ballroom, the noise crashes over me in a blinding wave. I feel exposed, and every word, every look in our direction burns like a spotlight aimed at me. It’s all too loud, too bright, too close. I am stripped defenseless, my skin feels wrong, hypersensitive, closing in on me, choking me. My breath stutters. I straighten my spine by instinct, forcing my face into something that might pass for composure, but I teeter like I’m walking a tightrope over the abyss.

Breathe. Just breathe.

“Look at you,” Mother’s voice sneers in my head, making my spine snap straight. “This is not a way to present yourself. Have you no pride? What were you thinking? You are bringing shame to this family.”

My clammy hands begin to shake.

“I’ve not raised you to behave like a common whore. What will the people think? What will your father think? The same father you abandoned like the ungrateful daughter you are.”

It’s not real, it’s in my head. But to no avail. Shame, guilt and grief over Father’s death slam into me, unbidden and so sudden I stagger.

Father. I never said goodbye. I never got the chance to tell him I loved him.

I draw in a breath, but it stops halfway down my chest. People are looking at me, their gazes dissecting, judging me. Their faces begin to blur.

Something’s wrong.

In the middle of the crowded room, my mind dissociates and my soul fractures. My vision narrows.