Then with a hard thrust, I enter her brutally, quickly and with an ownership that leaves no doubt in my mind.
She is mine and for as long as I fucking say so.
Chapter 7
Riley
I am wild with lust. Feeling Lucian thrusting inside me, pinning me to a window overlooking Miami, is the most amazing experience of my life. I can’t get enough of it—of him. It doesn’t even feel embarrassing, just incredibly hot. If I was worried about being fucked by a stranger that seems like a long time ago because at some point this was what I wanted more than anything. It’s finally happening and it feels so good. He’s like a wild animal claiming its territory and feeling him graze against my walls, reminds me of a possession I appear to crave. He is brutal and rough and that’s what I love the most. He says I have no power; I have it all because his groans tell me he’s close to the edge. He feels so hard all around me and inside me. The cool glass calms my heated skin and the brightness of the sun warms my soul. I am being fucked by the devil and now I know why people go to hell because I would give everything up in a heartbeat to dance with the devil like this every day for the rest of my life.
As the pressure builds, I lose my mind and scream his name with everything I’ve got. It’s a release - a build-up of tension that started in the lobby and has grown in size until now. It’s a realization of an expectation that both of us knew was coming. We mate like wild animals and I don’t care what happens afterward because it’s this moment that counts.
As he crushes me against the glass, I feel the pain of a brutal assault inside my most private place and am disgusted to discover that I’m loving every second of it. At this moment in time, Lucian Romano is my entire world and he controls every part of me.
Finally, it reaches the point of no return and I scream his name before feeling his explosion inside. His grunts are like music to my ears as he ends this period of uncertainty and finally takes every last part of me. I have nothing left to give him and the most worrying thing of all, is that I am scared he will no longer have any use for me.
Almost as soon as he cums, he pulls out, leaving me feeling cold and empty. He moves away and I remain unsure what to do next as I just lay flat against the glass. I see his reflection grab a towel and move back toward me and feel him wipe away the evidence. Then he spins me around and rests his head against mine and says huskily, “You have earned another privilege. What will it be?”
A thousand thoughts flood my mind and my freedom should be the first request from my lips. Instead, I whisper softly, “I want you to do it again.”
He says nothing and just grips my arms with a hard pressure that’s the only indication he heard what I said. Then he pulls me against him until there is nothing but him touching every part of me.
Leaning down, he says so gently it makes my head spin. “I will, my angel, you have my word on that. You are not getting away from me now and if I have to lock you in that cage for the rest of your days, I will, rather than let you go.”
His words should scare the hell out of me, but they calm my fears. He wants me to stay.
Thank God.
He pulls back and says almost playfully, “Time to get cleaned up while I order us food. The day is still young and we have a lot to get through before business takes over.”
He guides me to the bathroom and leaves me to clean up and as I run myself a deep hot bath, I think about how things have changed. Is sex really such a powerful force that it makes people forgive the unforgivable? Is the drug so toxic that it makes you an addict almost immediately and scrambles your mind so the lines are blurred between right and wrong?
I am hovering on a precipice and just about to jump because I am contemplating the unthinkable.
Staying.
The entire time I relax in the bath, I think about what comes next. My brain is telling me to walk away and ask for freedom the next time I’m asked. My heart is telling me I’m not going anywhere because as scared as I should be right now, I can’t be. I no longer fear Lucian Romano, I crave him. He is dark, dangerous and like the most toxic substance; a bad boy of the worst kind and everything my parents warned me about. There’s a wickedness to him that should disgust me, but I am so far gone I want to lap it all up. I want more of Lucian Romano than he’s offered and I want it all on my terms. There is something so compelling about him that makes me want to stick around and discover what makes the man function every day. If this only lasts as long as my stay here is booked, I would consider myself lucky because now I’ve met the man—I want to discover what’s inside.
Chapter 8
Lucian
Riley continues to surprise me. She matches me in every way and when I was inside her; I was shocked to feel more at home there than I ever have before, with any woman. It was as if I’d finally found my home and it shocked me. Who is this woman who is distorting my view of this arrangement? It was supposed to be a bit of fun—for me. A distraction while my contacts find the person I’m looking for. I was supposed to break her and then cast her out when I move on. But she wants more and yet more just isn’t enough. I want to give her everything because I am discovering I like having her around.
She’s the first woman who doesn’t look at me with fear in her eyes. The first woman who doesn’t want to own me for the riches I can shower her with.
She doesn’t know who I am and yet she wants me, anyway. She thinks I’m some kind of hotelier who gets his kicks from preying on the guests. She doesn’t know how dark my life is and I wonder if she would be so keen to stick around if she knew. Sometimes I think it may be nice to have a companion. Someone familiar to share my life who knows me inside and out and loves me despite who I am. Someone to cling onto at night that won’t shy away in terror at what I can do. Someone to confide in when I have no one. Someone on my team, someone like Riley.
As I collect the food from outside the door, I think about the situation I’m in. It’s unexpected but not unwelcome. I am enjoying her company because she’s not afraid to call me out on bullshit. She knew in a flash I’d stalked her Facebook page showing me she’s not short of brains either. A lawyer—how ironic is that?
As I head into the room, I place the tray on the table overlooking the beach and wonder how to play my next move. I want to find out more about her but don’t want her to get too comfortable and think this is more than it is. So, I head inside the room and shout angrily, “What’s taking you so long? I expect to see you kneeling by the bed in the next two seconds.”
The door slams open and I smile to myself as she rushes to do my bidding. She looks down and I can feel her anxiety enter the room with her and it settles my heart. Perfect.
“Come, we will eat before moving on with your training.”
She makes to stand and I say roughly, “Crawl.”
I love the fact she does as I say without question and crawls naked to the table in the other room. Feeling particularly wicked, I snap, “Stay on the floor, you will eat like a dog.”
I don’t even know why I’m acting this way and just put it down to the fact she is bringing out feelings inside me that have no reason being there. I am conflicted and want to do things very differently but how can I because it will show her the weakness inside me that is growing by the second. Her.