Page 101 of Coveted

The floor tilts as something solid and grounding inside me succumbs to the mayhem of desire.

The instant before his mouth makes contact with mine, a victorious smile ghosts across his face.

I let him kiss me. His lips are hot and hungry, driving mine apart and sliding his tongue into my mouth. My pussy pulses with longing, even as my mind screams not to let him closer.

I should run, because Lucan doesn’t understand moderation. He’s going to eat me whole.

His tongue massages mine, dipping right to the back of my throat. He tastes like whiskey and tobacco.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he wrenches me clean off the floor. I kick in panic at the loss of control. My high heels strike his shins and knees, but he seems immune to it.

As he carries me down the hallway, he speaks with a growl into the shell of my ear.

“I’ve waited a long time for this. For you. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life.”

A thrill of unease ripples through me. A long time. I haven’t even known him a long time.

But he’s known me. He’s watched and waited and planned for me. It’s horrifying, sickening, and I shouldn’t be turned on, but I am.

The soles of my shoes touch the tiles again, and he spins me around to face the floor-to-ceiling window before us.

In the reflection, his eyes look at me instead of the town view beyond the glass. The gentle glow of the lights glances off the silky fabric of my gown and his white teeth. The darkness of his home behind us swallows the rest.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he says with my back pinned against his body by his firm hold.

My tailbone aches where his cock grinds into me. “I’m not yours.”

“You don’t understand, sweetheart.” His teeth graze my neck, as if he’s restraining himself from tearing right into me. “You make it sound like a challenge.”

Lucan’s fingertips dig into my thigh as he drags up my dress, sending tingles down my legs. Near the top, he pulls the fabric, ripping it to expose my body from the hips down. My underwear suddenly feels like thin armor against an invader.

“I’ll buy you a new dress,” he says. “I’ll buy you a thousand. One will be white.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” I manage to gasp out.

A rumble of laughter vibrates through his chest into my back. “No. You need to catch up.”

“Go to hell.”

His eyes glitter in the reflection. “Before I sink my cock into you, you need to be ready for me. I’m going to stretch your tight, pretty cunt first. We’re both going to watch your pink lips wrap around my fingers.”

God, will that work? I can’t imagine ever stretching enough to take him without agony. Lucan’s anatomy is built to ruin.

My head spins with nerves and anticipation as he pulls my sodden underwear to the side. He grunts into my ear when he feels my arousal, leisurely circling his fingertips over the slick folds like he owns them.

He’s disgusting. I should close my eyes, I should push him away.

But I don’t.

“You feel so soft,” he murmurs. “You’re going to feel like warm silk around my cock.”

With a teasing pressure, his middle finger comes to rest at the bottom of my wet entrance. His erection twitches against my back as he runs his finger to my clit, pleasure lancing into me. He pauses there, steadily pressing the firm, pulsing bud, coaxing an involuntary moan from me.

Though I catch myself, it’s too late.

“Good,” he says. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

His foot knocks against my inner ankle, parting my legs and nearly making me fall. With his arm still snaked around my waist like a vise, he holds me steady.