Grievous (Wanted Men #5) - Nancy Haviland Page 0,61
brother would be ashamed of you! Markus would—”
His hand slapped over her mouth and he jerked her head back onto his shoulder. “Shut up,” he growled in a tone so menacing she shuddered hard enough to rattle the chains she was now hanging from. When she felt him breach the waist of her pants, she did her best impression of a flopping fish, doing everything she could to stop him from discovering what his manhandling was doing to her. Tears flooded her eyes when two of his fingers parted her labia so his middle finger could enter her drenched pussy. Drenched. She was so ready to take him it was the most humiliating moment of her life.
“That means nothing,” she tried to say behind his hand.
“Oh, but, Yasmeen. It means everything.” The darkness of his whisper had a moan flowing up her throat. She cut that bitch off so fast it caused her pain. “A fierce little animal, fighting like hell against something her body is all but begging for. Does Lucian’s pet need to be taken down a notch? Has that been the problem all along? Do you need to release this tension for us to be able to reason with you?”
Us? She slammed her ass back, trying to dislodge his thrusting fingers. He was going to make her come. Any second. Ignore it, pretend it wasn’t there, fight it, hate it…she could try with everything in her. But in the end, she couldn’t deny his dark urges struck solid against every one of her fucked-up cords.
She wailed when he swiftly pulled free of her clenching muscles. He was chuckling as he went down behind her, and she felt her ankles receive the same treatment as her wrists. She was trapped. Completely at his mercy, spread-eagled, her feet barely touching the floor. Her pussy was dripping, her body vibrating with a desperate need to be claimed by a man who would fuck her up and walk away without a second thought.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he ripped her clothes from her body. He didn’t use shears or a knife. He used his strength and madness. When she was completely naked but for the riding boots, he gripped her ass and dragged his tongue through her wetness. Yes! The frenzy that caused inside her was debilitating. He was still behind her, but because she was spread so wide, his shoulders easily fit under the bridge she made.
“Come for me.”
She had just enough time to note he’d said me before his thumb impaled her, his tongue slathering attention from front to back, and, of course, the skilled bastard pushed that protective covering off her throbbing clit. One stroke over the electrified bundle of nerves and she was wailing through a climax that sucked all lucidity from her mind. She wanted his cock. She needed him inside her. This madman who treated her like an animal. She wanted him so badly she’d have given up anything at that moment; her job, her freedom, every goal she’d ever struggled to reach.
The fear she felt then was deeply personal, because he was proving her insatiable need for him wouldn’t be ignored. It wouldn’t be controlled. He touched her, and she was his. He could do this to her over and over again, and she’d let him. She might kick up a fuss, but in the end, she’d beg for it. And she’d come apart at the seams every goddamn time.
Her body was still celebrating his conquering of it when he got to his feet, stopping all stimulation at once. It was jarring and disorienting. “Lucian…?”
“That was number one,” he whispered before the sound of his footsteps faded as he walked away. After a quiet beep, the door opened and closed, and all that was left in the room was the sound of her breaths and the whir of a fan blowing hot air down from two vents above her. She instantly started to sweat.
FOURTEEN
Lucian moved through the hallways of his castle, licking his pet’s taste from his lips. He could feel his fingers drying and hated it. He wanted her wetness coating them. He wanted to wear her. To consume her. To bathe in the evidence of her pleasure.
On reaching the kitchen, he ignored the two full-time cooks he’d replaced Costel and Radu with—a mother and daughter team—and went straight over to pull open one side of the refrigeration unit. Strawberries, cheese, grapes. He scooped them up and turned to