Lucien - Silvia Violet Page 0,25

hot mouth, the clasp of his throat as he swallowed around me… I’d never had any man’s mouth that even compared to this. I fought the desire to lift my hips and push deeper into him, but I knew he needed to keep control, and I wanted it that way.

He slipped a hand between my legs, circling my hole. Suddenly, I was right there on the edge, ready to tip over. “Lucien, I—”

He pulled off, and I struggled to draw in air as I looked up at him. His lips were red and shiny with spit, and his eyes were dark. “I know how to pleasure a man, Peter.”

“I just never thought you’d do that. Fuck, you’re so hot.” I felt the heat in my face and knew I was blushing, but at least it distracted me from the ache in my balls. How many more times would he bring me to the edge without letting me come? I already knew my climax was going to hurt as much as it felt good.

Lucien sat back on his heels, and his gaze raked over me. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, both good and bad. Some of them are things I’ll never be able to tell you. Some I hope you’ll forgive me for, and some I know you’re going to love.” He lifted one of my feet and began massaging it, digging his fingers into my arch and making me groan just like his mouth on my cock had. “That feels incredible.”

“Relax and enjoy it.” He thoroughly loosened up every muscle in my right foot. Then he took the left into his hands and did the same thing.

“Look at me, Peter.”

I’d watched him at first when he began to massage my feet, but seeing the tender expression on his face as he concentrated solely on giving me pleasure had been too much for me. I didn’t need to get my hopes up that there might be something more between us. That would only lead to trouble and heartbreak. Lucien would eventually tire of me and let me go. I believed he would protect me and wouldn’t hurt me physically, but he could destroy my heart if I let myself fall for him.

I couldn’t pretend he was the prince I’d longed for. I would enjoy this while it lasted. It wasn’t like I wanted to be involved with a man like him long term anyway. I didn’t want to constantly be in danger. I was tempted to think I was brave for not running from him when I had the chance, but that wasn’t true. I’d still taken the path of least resistance. And I had no intention of involving myself in Lucien’s criminal activities. I belonged in the background, not in the spotlight, certainly not on the arm of a man like Lucien Marchesi.

I sucked in my breath when I met his gaze. He looked predatory once again, the way he had the first time he’d taken me into his office and made me kneel for him. I’d done it, and I knew I would do it again. I would do whatever he asked, but I had to keep my heart out of it.

“Stroke yourself, Peter. I’m going to watch, and you’re going to watch me watch. I want to see the need in your eyes and the agony when I deny you again.”

He’d thoroughly relaxed me with the foot massage, but now my heart was racing again, my breathing shallow. How did he manage that with nothing but a few words?

“Peter.” The command in his voice made me shiver. I reached for my cock, wrapping my hand around it. I stroked myself slowly at first and then faster as my body demanded more. Lucien smiled as he watched me, and his eyes darkened.

“That’s it. Show me how you bring yourself off. Show me how you make yourself come.”

His hand was pressed against his own cock, rubbing himself through his pants. Seeing how turned on he was from watching me made me long to please him even more. I knew he would order me to stop soon, and the closer I brought myself to coming, the harder that would be. But I couldn’t slow my strokes, not with him watching me like he wanted to devour me. I kept dropping my gaze to his hand on his cock and then looking into his eyes again, seeing his need. “Lucien, please, I—”

“Don’t stop yet,” he ordered.