Lucian’s Reign

by Mason, V. F.

  I just know he has all the answers and everything I need in order to sustain the hunger eating at me.

  He hovers above me, his lips touching mine, and I open my mouth, ready to welcome his tongue, but a wicked smile settles on his features. “No, gatita. Pleasure should be earned.” I have no time to dwell on his words as he bites my chin, soothing it with the lick of his tongue, and shifts to the underside of my chin, then sucks on the flesh of my neck so hard my hands find their way into his hair, gripping it tight.

  The thick bulge pushes into me, pressing on my clit. The rough texture of his jeans irritates my skin, but I do not care.

  As long as he keeps this friction pushing me to the edge while fire spreads in my veins, threatening to erupt like a volcano and swallow everything in its path.

  “Lucian,” I moan, wanting to clasp my legs around him and tear away the clothes standing in our way. “Please.”

  He stays relentless, ignoring my plea as he kisses my neck. His mouth drifts lower to my collarbone, leaving a wet trail behind him. The breeze coming from the open balcony door causes tickling sensations all over my skin and my nipples to harden, turning them into pointed peaks.

  He blows on them, and I whimper when he sucks one in deep, flicking his tongue and twirling it around before sucking again and then letting it go with a soft pop.

  He nibbles on the tip, the sting zipping right to my clit, and I press harder against his cock, while my hands hold his head in place, wanting this to never stop as lust-filled tremors rush through me.

  Licking one more time, he turns his attention to the other nipple, repeating his action.

  I become restless, my nails sinking into his nape, and he groans over my flesh, sending a vibration that adds to the desire holding me prisoner. “Lucian.”

  After lavishing them with equal time, he moves lower, nibbling on my stomach, dipping his tongue in my belly button, and I arch more when his thumbs hook on my panties and rip them easily.

  At the rate he’s going, I won’t have clothes to wear!

  All thoughts vanish when his hot breath fans my core, my own blood burning me because I need something only he can give me. I sigh in relief when he settles between my legs, his hands sliding under my ass and bringing me closer to him.

  His stubble scrapes the inside of my thigh when he rubs his cheek against it, jolting me in his embrace. He clenches my ass cheeks tighter, keeping me firmly in place as he repeats the action with my other thigh.

  He murmurs, “Tan hermoso.” So beautiful. “Mía.” Mine.

  His softly spoken words that hold so much power add to the madness consuming me, and I grip his hair and try to drag him upward to feel his hard-on against me. “Please, Lucian,” I beg, not truly knowing what I want, but I might burst into flames if he doesn’t do something.

  He ignores my request, chuckling a little, although I feel his muscles ripple. “I want a taste of what’s mine, gatita.” Possessiveness laces his tone, and that's all the warning I get before he places his mouth on me, licking me from bottom to top as pleasure spreads through me at once. Electrifying my body and making it float high, seeking the relief I’ve never known, and at the same time craving to never find it as long as his sweet torture continues.

  I moan when he growls against my flesh and stabs his tongue deep inside me. My core clenches around it, not wanting to let it go. He swirls it between my walls, causing scorching heat to fill every cell in my body. My whimpers accompany his actions. Every flick of his tongue sends me into a deeper spiral of desire and calls my name louder and louder. The ringing in my ears is so strong I cannot focus on anything but his velvet tongue devouring me and staking his claim on me, showing me in all its glory what it means to be his.

  I jerk when he presses his thumb on my clit, then pinches it hard, which drives me insane. A wetter pool builds inside me, and the hunger grows, promising me no reprieve. I groan when he pulls back, only to dive in again and then trail his tongue over my lips, one by one, scooping the wetness before covering me with his whole mouth, delivering scorching kisses that threaten to make me lose my sanity.

  Just a little bit deeper, a little bit longer, and I might reach that point of oblivion calling my name in the distance. Heat envelopes me whole; every nerve ending is focused on my core. My toes curl, and I move my hips in time with him, seeking friction to satisfy the passion erupting inside me.

  My hands fall to my sides, fisting the bedsheets while my eyes close, and I let all the sensations slowly traveling through me push me farther and farther into the abyss overtaking me, arousing me so much the breath sticks in my throat. At any moment, I might burst into tiny little pieces, each one of them filled with unbearable pleasure.

  He rolls his tongue inside me, swirling it from side to side, before sucking on my flesh and then moving upward, tapping it against my clit as two fingers slip into me, barely satisfying the craving.

  Locking my ankles behind him and dragging him closer, I sob, “More, please, more.” He nibbles on my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it while his fingers continue to thrust in and out, each glide becoming deeper and deeper. My pussy is stretched around his digits but not enough to extinguish the fire burning me so much that I have no choice but to arch my back, urging him to finally give me what my body desperately needs. “Lucian.”

  His name is a curse, as the captivating man has no mercy for my pleadings.

  He continues to feast on my flesh, removing his fingers and drifting his mouth back down, inhaling my scent before giving me light kisses and then pushing his tongue between my walls several more times. I whimper, thrashing my head from side to side, my nails digging into my palms, yet the pain has no power to stop the inferno devouring me.

  “You’re delicious, gatita.” One long lick up. “And taste exactly as I imagined, and trust me, I’ve had plenty of erotic dreams about you right on this bed.” One long lick down. “And now you’re mine.” He bites on my core and then sits up on his knees while I whimper in protest. “Patience, gatita, patience.”

  “Never had any,” I tell him, and he chuckles, the sound breaking goose bumps on my flesh.

  I freeze when he undoes his belt buckle and lowers the zipper on his jeans, his cock springing free, and my eyes widen at the sight.

  He’s thick and long, the bulging vein evident on his aroused flesh. Precum leaks from the tip. A moan slips past me, my mouth watering, wanting to taste him. He guesses my thoughts as he shakes his head. “Not tonight, gatita. Later, you’ll have plenty of time to suck me off.”

  I blush at his crude words, but just imagining it makes me tingle all over.

  What would it be like to wrap my mouth around the thick head, swiping the droplets with my tongue? Would he beg me for mercy like I did just minutes ago?

  The air catches in my throat, and the ache inside me intensifies, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “My beautiful, gatita.” Taking a condom from his back pocket, he rips it open with his teeth and then rolls it on his hard length, his cock bobbing with the action. “What do you need right now?” Wrapping his hand around his cock, he slides it from the base to the tip, pulling at it. “This?” I shake my head, and he pauses, his brow rising. “No?”

  “I need you. Just you.” Something crosses his face at my husky reply, but I have no time to study it as he is on me once again, running his lips over my folds and earning himself a moan.

  His mouth travels upward, over my taut skin that welcomes his stubbled jaw with a jerk, and he rubs his mouth on my stomach, dampening my flesh before moving up, up, up until he breathes above me, lust filling his gaze. His taut muscles glisten with sweat, and I can finally see how desire rules him in this moment too, because all the control he displayed earlier vanishes.

  A dark-haired warrior ready to claim his woman.

  He delivers a raw, bruising kiss, owning my mouth, while the tip of his cock brushes over my entrance, slightly pushing the head inside only to retreat. His hips rock back and forth, adding
fuel to the already blazing fire in my veins.

  Snatching my mouth away, I gulp for air as his lips move to my neck, and he whispers, “You’re mine. This will only ever be mine.” The harshly spoken words are all the warning I get.

  He thrusts into me hard, and my painful scream echoes in the night, my insides burning so much all I want in this moment is to push him away. My palms press on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, ready to leave claw marks as long as it means he stays put.

  Lucian freezes, his cock pulsing inside me and stretching me so hard for a second all I can focus on is the deep sting that makes me wonder what is so great about sex. “This is overrated,” I say, scrunching my eyes, tears sliding down my cheeks, while I try to slide from underneath him, but he keeps me firmly in place. “I much prefer the foreplay.”

  “Breathe, gatita, breathe, and it will be better.”

  My eyes snap open at this, and my tone holds accusation when I hiss, “Didn’t know you were such an expert on virgins!”

  He shifts his mouth on my chin, nipping it lightly while placing his hands on my thighs, squeezing them and sending alertness through me while the pain slowly drifts away. Restlessness begins to build, electricity washing over me, and focusing only on his length deep inside me, and suddenly his stillness no longer works for me. “You’re my only one,” he announces and pulls his hips back, a groan slipping past my lips when he drags his cock out agonizingly slowly before penetrating me again, hard.

  This time, all-consuming pleasure travels through my entire system. I wrap my arms around his neck and angle my head to receive the kiss he bestows on me, our tongues meeting halfway and dancing against each other while he thrusts out and in again. Each of his moves is so slow and so hard I’ll feel him inside me for days.

  Our mixed scents float in the air, only increasing the desire already owning me. My fingers lace in his hair while he locks his mouth on mine, sharing my taste with me, and he swallows my moan while entering me over and over again.

  Lust transforms into a scorching heat enveloping me, awakening every hair on my body while filling me to the brink with pleasure as he deliberately changes his pace from slow to fast and hard.

  Each deep stroke sends me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, ready to jump and let all these cravings erupt into a perfect bliss that’s worth all the pain that might come afterward.

  Physical and emotional.

  He continues to thrust in me several more times until something inside me breaks, hot waves crashing into me one after another. Separating our mouths, I cry out, my thighs squeezing him as my core spasms around him.

  Breathing heavily, I watch him chase his own high, giving me a few more strokes before he tenses above me, finding his own relief. I hug him close as he rests his head on the place between my neck and shoulder. I run my splayed palm over his glistening skin, our bodies stuck together, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  Pushing his hair away, I lean to his ear and whisper, “Okay, I take it back. I might like it as much as foreplay.”

  His laughter that’s music to my ears reverberates through the space and brings happiness to my heart. While for a moment in time, everything stops, leaving us alone in this tiny world we just created, and peace falls upon me.

  And the future finally has brighter possibilities.

  My man just claimed me.

  At last.

  And I intend to never let him go as long as he makes me feel alive and not dead, running away from the nightmare that never gives me a break.

  Lucian

  Esmeralda sighs in her sleep before jerking on top of me, her brows furrowing and forming a line between them. She whimpers, burrowing her head in my chest, and whispers, “Run, Esme, run.”

  My eyes snap open at the distress evident in her tone, and she jerks again, her nails digging into my skin as she repeats, “Run, Esme, run.” Wetness forms under her cheek, and I realize she’s crying, sending all my instincts into high alert.

  Rolling her gently to the side, I lay her down on the pillow as she thrashes her head from side to side, her hands fisting and covering her face. Whispers transform into murmurs that change into agonized screams that tug on the part of my soul I never even knew existed. “Run, Esme, run.” Sweat coats her skin as she starts kicking, and when I touch her, she shouts, “Run!”

  “Esmeralda,” I say in a firm tone, pushing her hands away, which only adds to her panic, and she moves her legs restlessly on the bed as if indeed trying to run somewhere. “Wake up, gatita.”

  “Run, Esme!” she screams in my face, and I grab her shoulders, jolting her hard until her teeth snap against each other.

  A gasp echoes in the night, and then her scared ocean-blue eyes gaze at me while tears stream down her face. “Lucian.” She exhales, and I quickly hug her close, not even giving her a moment to think about it. “Lucian.”

  “I’m here, gatita. I will always be here from now on.” She trembles in my arms, yet her hands wrap tightly around me while she hides her head in the crook of my shoulder. “It’s just a nightmare, Esmeralda. You’re safe.” She presses even harder into me, entwining her legs with mine, and my grip on her becomes more rigid, silently reassuring her about my strength and how nothing can hurt her as long as she’s with me.

  “Don’t go away.” Her barely audible voice pains me in a way I didn’t anticipate, speaking about deeper anguish than I expected.

  Because only a nightmare that was once a reality has the power to evoke such emotions in a person.

  My woman is terrified, and the hopelessness I feel right now makes me want to roar in rage, because nothing I offer will destroy the nightmare, only soothe it.

  After all, I know this better than anyone else.

  “Never, gatita. Rest,” I order gently, gliding my palm up and down her hair, feeling her slowly relax into the embrace, although her heart still beats rapidly as her raspy breath fills the air.

  Whoever the monster chasing my woman in the nightmare is a dead man walking.

  He signed his own death warrant when he decided to reestablish a legacy I once burned to the ground.

  However, he signed himself up for eternal torture when he dared to hurt what belongs to me.

  No one hurts my woman and lives; that’s the most absolute law from now on in my life.

  Esmeralda is mine.

  Even if she will hate me once she discovers the full truth about my identity.

  Because after tonight, she forever wears my claim, and I won’t let her go.

  My obsession, my possession, my woman.

  The queen belongs to me now.

  Checkmate.

  Chapter Eight

  “Lust toward him is a sin.

  A sin that calls my name every single day.

  Like a sickness that has no cure.

  And as such, it becomes a curse in disguise.”

  Esmeralda

  From Evangeline’s Diary…

  My shaky handwriting smears the white pages of this diary as the door next to me shakes violently from the blows a man on the other side delivers to it. “Open the fucking door!” he screams, and I scrunch my eyes, digging the tip of the pen too hard on the paper and leaving a hole. I pay no attention to it, continuing to write… or my sobs would echo through the room.

  And if there is one thing my prince truly hates is to see my tears or hear me cry, because then something different overtakes him.

  Or rather someone else.

  Someone who I don’t know, a man capable of such violence that fear consumes me whole and bile rises in my throat, ready to spill all over my lap just at the idea of facing him again.

  Because bruises still smear my back. The harsh imprint of a belt buckle is visible from where he hit me so many times. At some point, I passed out and later woke from the deep pain overwhelming my entire system, lying in a pool of blood and urine.

  He hurt me so much I pissed myself, and somehow the humiliation mixed with the agony w
as so strong I stayed in the bathroom for three days, ignoring the festering wounds and fever making me dizzy. I just lay on the cold tile.

  On the third day, he flicked the key open and entered. With red-rimmed eyes, he sank to his knees, crawling toward me. “Forgive me, love. I didn’t mean it. I just got so angry I couldn’t control it.” He wrapped his arms around me, and a sob slipped past my lips. “Let me tend your wounds.” And he picked me up, calling a doctor who can apparently keep his mouth shut as long as he gets money in his pocket. The doctor cleaned the bruises, applied medicine to them, and then bandaged my back. He warned me to stay in bed for few days or maybe even a week.

  During all this time I was silent, just warily watching my prince’s every move as he hovered over me, bringing me food and reading books to me or just sitting on the bed as he played with my hair, showing me his love.

  He promised to never let the rage overcome him again, that it was just temporary madness that had no place in my life, and he assured me everything would go back to normal.

  He even offered to call Esme who has been living with my grandmother for the past year. While she never was granted an official guardianship from me—I wasn’t so stupid to let her have all the rights—we struck a deal. As long as Esme stayed happy and was allowed to do what her heart desired, she would live at their mansion. In turn, I agreed to see her only once a month over the weekend to let her adjust to her new life better.

  Although my heart broke each time because she hugged me so close, whispering to take her away, and when I said no…

  She had this look in her eyes, this dead look that chilled my blood and made me question all my decisions in life.

  Grandmother was so good to her though, constantly praising her achievements and taking her to competitions where she won more awards. Wasn’t this what she wanted? It might be selfish, but I just had no energy to deal with that after Mom’s death.