“Good girl,” he said, and then he became my true monster. My monster for the world around us to see.
His hands slapped and twisted, setting my skin alive. My pussy was so sore after he spanked it long and hard that I tried to close my thighs, but he barked that I wasn’t to fucking disobey him.
The flogger was a gem, trailing, then stinging, everywhere from my back, to my ass, and my tits, everywhere desperate for more…but he was as careful a tiger as ever, playing just the right places of me in just the right ways.
The crop attacked my thighs with perfect precision, making me cry out a little every time it landed by my pussy, so tender. His fingers fucked me between rounds of thwacks and I moaned for him, giving him my insides like a whore craving more.
My mouth was already open, panting when he kissed me, and that’s when I realized it. My eyes were still closed. My eyes had been closed the whole time he was using me.
Turns out, he’d realized it before I had.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I opened them to find him standing right there, his face beautiful enough that I sucked in a breath. The dirty glint in his stare, hungry for me. His stunning mouth that made mine water, needing his spit and his tongue more than I’d ever needed champagne.
“Suck,” he said, again reading my mind, and I sucked his tongue as he kissed me like a kid needing a lollipop, still so firm in the shackles that I moaned for more when he pulled away and I couldn’t reach him.
He stepped away and my open eyes landed on the room. On the figures there staring up at me. At the gathered crowd, some of them so close that I could see their faces under the glare of the spotlights. Every single one of them was looking at me like I was a queen.
Yes.
I wanted this.
It was a mirror to everything I’d hated in my past. People playing with me when I didn’t want them to, looking at me like a dirty little piece of shit who meant nothing.
This was a whole other world. Lucian Morelli playing with me when I wanted nothing more than his touch and his commands, while the whole room stared at me like I was a goddess who meant everything.
I was so happy when Lucian stepped back up beside me with a smirk and placed a cane against my tits. I nodded, smiling right back, my stare all on him.
He caned my tits so hard I was crying out, but still I was offering myself for more, desperate for the stripes, for the pain, for the marks on my skin.
His marks on my skin.
I was trembling as he caned my thighs, striping me up all over again.
He caned me until I was panting and struggling to take it, even in my submissive state. Then he played with my clit, his fingers a perfect tease. He caned my ass until I was crying out, broken, and then his fingers played me some more, over and over and over, until I was in a blur in the most blissful of ways.
Still that room stared up at me, transfixed.
I didn’t know it was coming when he lowered my shackles and dropped me down to my knees. The chains were hanging loose when he presented himself in front of me, his pants unbuckled and his cock hard enough that it was dark with desperation.
Oh, how he fucked my mouth. I gagged and retched and spluttered, dribbling spit down onto the floor. He took hold of my throat and choked me as I tried to suck him, my eyes watering as I stared up at his face. I was moaning as he stole his cock from me, moaning harder as he got down onto his knees behind me and rubbed himself against my slit.
Oh, how he fucked my pussy. Oh, how I moaned, chains rattling and the crowd cheering as I slammed myself back onto his cock with every thrust.
He took my hair, twisted and pulled, showing me off as I moaned, angling himself just right so I bucked and gasped and came for him.
And then he came for me.
Lucian Morelli came for me in front of a crowded room, grunting as he spurted inside me.
I’d never been so proud in my life.
I was his woman. His whore. His doll.
I was the love of his life.
God, it was bliss. Pure, absolute bliss. I was grinning when he unbuckled the shackles and helped me to my feet in the most gracious of ways, smiling back at me in the most gorgeous way I’d ever seen him smile.
He helped me back into my dress with gentle hands, and I knew full well I was marked all over by his brutality. I was buzzing from it so brightly that it felt like a crime to cover it back up with the fabric.
The crowd had already begun dispersing when we climbed down from the stage and made our way back over to the bar. I must have been glowing like a beacon, flinching as I sat down on a stool next to the woman who’d introduced herself as Raven.
She laughed at me, a lovely genuine giggle that was almost like a cackle.
“Told you it won’t be your last time here,” she said, and I laughed along with her.
She was damn right on that.
We were in there for a long, long time, chatting away quite happily to Raven, and her girlfriend, and James and Cat. They were amazing, treating us like any other clubgoer and not as people in the media glare all over the world. I loved it. All of it.
It was almost morning when we finally got into a cab, all set to head back to Quentin Manor and a nice, warm bed. Lucian was only glancing at his cell when he pulled a face. I was close enough to see the twenty-five missed calls, all with the same number.
A number from over in the US.
Lucian recognized it though. I could see it from his scowl.
He didn’t even get a chance to talk about it before his cell started up all over again. It was still on silent from the club, but the screen was flashing, showing it was still that same number.
He answered with a “what?” and I heard the voice at the other end, my head still on Lucian’s shoulder, close enough to hear.
The voice was seething. Nasty.
“You’ve gone way too fucking far this time, Son. It’s time to say goodbye.”
Lucian was right back at him, his tone nasty to match.
“Don’t start a war,” he said. “It won’t be a pretty one.”
And then he hung up the call.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lucian
I’d known the war was coming, and I knew my family would be out for the attack, just as Elaine’s would be. Still, it didn’t stop the shiver up my spine as I realized afresh what would be headed our way. At least one attempt on our lives.
I’d been busy in the background, preparing security. I was ready to fight right back, standing up for our place in the world.
We could do this. I could do this.
Elaine looked scared as I turned in the back seat to face her. She was biting her lip, terrified.
“They are going to come after us, aren’t they?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “They are, but they aren’t going to win, sweetheart. I can promise you that. This is our world now. Ours.”
She nodded, even if there was still that bubble of fear in her below the surface. Fuck, how I wanted her. I wanted to be her blanket of protection and her lord of hope, with every single step we could take.
The cab driver barely said a word as we pulled up back at Quentin Manor. Elaine winced as I helped her out of the back seat, tenderness taking hold of her. Fuck, I’d hit her nice and hard.
I paid the driver and he sped away, leaving us to ascend the manor steps as the sky showed the first taste of dawn all around us. Hell, it was a late one.