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Lifting himself off me, he crawls down to the space between my thighs and nuzzles his face between it. I gasp at the contrast of his soft lips and his coarse beard, and buckle my hips up towards him. “You’re already so wet for me, Doll,” he murmurs into my mound, his words vibrating in the best way possible. “I’m going to make you come all over my face before I fuck you.”
A moan escapes me as he runs a hard tongue over my clit. I grip onto his shoulders, preparing myself as he slips a lone finger inside of me. It opens me up in a cocktail of pleasure and pain, and I can’t help but think—if this is how his finger feels, how am I going to deal with his cock?
“Lorcan,” I gasp, buckling under his tongue. He growls into my pussy, alternating between licking, sucking, and flicking my clit, along with the steady rhythm of his finger sliding in and out of me.
The tension in my lower stomach mounts to unbearable heights until I have no choice but to let go.
“Oh my god,” I squeal, throwing my head back and pushing down on his face. My orgasm is all-consuming, stimulating every nerve ending in my body. As a second wave begins to wash over me, he removes his finger and uses both hands to pin my ass in place, lashing my clit with hard, desperate strokes.
After my second orgasm, I crumple onto the bed, panting like a dog in heat.
He sits back on his knees, a combination of a manic grin and my glistening juices on his lips. As he climbs back on top of me, pushing his nose against mine, he whispers, “I don’t know how to be gentle about this.”
My fingers dig into the muscles at the top of his back. “Then don’t be.”
The groan that escapes him is animalistic. Without another word, he parts my pussy lips with the tip of his cock, working into my untouched passage. He stops, just for a split second, to close his eyes and moan in pleasure. “You’re so tight, China Doll.”
It’s a weird sensation that I’ve only ever felt with Lorcan. When he spanked me, when he clamped his hands around my face… a state of limbo between pain and pleasure.
It’s my new happy place.
I cry out, and Lorcan’s mouth against mine immediately absorbs it. He works his cock further into my hole, and with every thrust, I think it can’t get any deeper, but it always does. Pleasure outweighs the pain tenfold. It cascades over me like a waterfall. Lorcan grips my hips and pulls himself even deeper into me. “Look at me,” he murmurs, pinning me with his glowering eyes. “I want to watch you as I take what’s mine.”
His.
He can have me, all of me, if this is what being his entails. The lust claws up my throat, leaving my lips in a weird, gurgling noise. Lorcan matches it with a growl of his own, eyes never leaving mine. He picks up the pace, thrusting into me, harder, faster, until his hot cum explodes inside of me, delivering a brand new sensation that drives me a different type of wild.
After a few moments, he leans back on his ankles, sliding himself out of me. My pussy suddenly feels empty and raw, the only trace of him left dribbling down my thigh. He breathes heavily, dragging his fingers through his hair.
Looking down at my throbbing pussy, he slides two fingers along the length of my lips, then holds them up to the moonlight. A mix of our pleasure and my blood glisten on his fingertips.
He pins me with a hard stare. “This means you’re mine, now, China Doll. You belong to me, in every sense of the word.”
I’ve just sold my soul to the Devil, and it feels better than I ever imagined it would.
Lorcan
I cradle Poppy in my arms, feeling her chest rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm against my bicep.
I could stay here forever. Stroking the soft skin below her collarbone, breathing in the lingering bubblegum and vanilla scent tangled in her hair.
But I can’t ignore the feeling crawling over me. It’s one I’ve only ever felt once before: the day I got the phone call to say my father and brothers had been killed. I was on a yacht off the coast of Croatia, a rolled-up thousand Kuna bill in my hand, a white line on the table in front of me.
It was Antoin who broke the news. Antoin who let me know that my world was crashing down around me. As the chopper he sent lifted from the yacht’s air pad and the Adriatic sea twinkled mockingly below me, I felt it. That feeling of not being in control. It feels like falling and you’re unable to grab hold of something, anything, to stop you from plunging into the darkness.
That feeling never really went away. I can medicate it with liquor and hookers, long enough so I can function in my new role as Boss. But now, with Poppy’s breath tickling my arm, with her fingertips gently brushing my thigh, it’s rearing its ugly head, and I know no amount of whiskey will be able to numb it.
I am no longer in control of this situation. But I don’t know if I’d even want to grab hold of anything to stop myself from falling.
The first rays of sun peeking through the window are a reminder that I can’t stay here forever. I have a business to run. Men to lead. A war to fight.
I slide myself from under Poppy’s soft curves and pull on my pants, trying to avoid the one floorboard that creaks.
As I slip on my jacket, I pause, taking a moment to drink in her soft outline, her parted mouth and flowing auburn hair splayed across the pillow. I plant a soft kiss on her cheek, then move my lips to her ear. “You’re mine now, China Doll. Whatever happens, you truly belong to me.”
Poppy
I wake up to an empty bed and the midday sun beating against the window.
