Lucian’s Reign

by Mason, V. F.

He’s never uttered these words to me, but a man who can have everything would never willingly chain himself to someone he didn’t love, right?

  Even if he describes it as his obsession.

  He never knew love though, so how would he recognize its meaning?

  “I won’t give up my galleries.” Okay, this is not how I planned to start this conversation. But then again, this topic is far more important to me than some party he plans to host. With his position and connections, it should have been expected. He cannot just marry and not announce it to the world. “Or my house in New York.”

  His brows lift at my words, and he leans back in his chair while picking up the cup of coffee, judging by the scent, and savors it. “I never asked you to.”

  Crossing my arms, I walk closer to him. “You plan to live here.” He says nothing. “Which means you expect me to pack up my life in New York and just start anew in Chicago.”

  He rubs his chin with the edge of the cup while amusement sparks in his orbs. “And how did you come to such a foolish conclusion?”

  Anger along with annoyance zips through me. “Because it’s logical.” I point my finger at him. “Wipe that smug expression from your face, Lucian, or I swear I’m gonna punch you.”

  “Ah, something ruffled my gatita’s feathers.” He places his cup back on the desk and then taps on it. “Come here, mi amor.” Sending him a warning glance, I do as he requests and then squeal when he grips my hips and lifts me up on the desk.

  Still sitting in his chair, he separates my thighs and puts my feet on the chair’s arms while creating space for himself. Instantly, heat scorches me and my breathing speeds up.

  I put my hand on his chest, and by the tension in his muscles, I know he must experience the same reaction, yet I manage to keep my tone stern. “We need to talk. You cannot solve everything with sex.”

  He runs his splayed palm over my legs, hiking the dress to the middle of my thighs and holds my gaze. “I have an empire.” My brows furrow in confusion. “Various corporations, lands, and even an island. However up until now, I operated it all in New York. And my empire is thriving.” He lets this information sink into my brain before continuing. “Your galleries will be fine. We can travel to New York whenever you need and stay at your house if it matters so much to you.” A beat passes. “Although I think you should open a gallery here as well. It’s a good business opportunity.”

  “I’d need to do a show first. So people know about me.” Although the idea of drowning in art once more and the nervousness that prickles my skin at presenting my pieces in a new place sounds heavenly.

  Every artist needs new experiences and excitement in their work. Otherwise it becomes boring and redundant.

  “Ah, I see someone is still mad I called them an unknown here.” He laughs when I dig my nails into him. “I’m sure you can conquer Chicago, gatita.” He winks. “Besides, you achieved everything you dreamed about in New York. Time to spread your wings.”

  Adjusting my position on the desk, I fist his shirt and pull him closer to me. “You lived in the city for so long. Why are you coming back to your hometown now?”

  “My grandfather and I had different ideas on certain things,” he replies vaguely, an unreadable expression settling on his face, hiding his true emotions on the matter. “The town couldn’t handle us both, so New York became my reprieve. And offered a better variety of victims.”

  The last words hang between us in the air, his eyes drilling into me as if wanting to memorize my every expression to test how I will react to them.

  Accept me as I am.

  That’s what he said last night without bothering to explain anything to me.

  Is this what he craves?

  Complete acceptance by me?

  A monster bleeds inside, and he wants a princess to love him, regardless of his deeds.

  A raspy breath escapes me, and I palm his head, lightly grazing his jaw with my fingertips. “What men deserve to die by your hand, Lucian?” I whisper my question, and his eyes flare.

  “The ones who have committed unforgivable and hideous crimes.” His reply comes swiftly, angrily, and his entire body vibrates in fury. “The ones who would never learn. Who would never stop. They do not deserve the air they breathe.” He gets up, leans forward, slapping his hands on either side of my hips, caging me in his embrace. “I’d kill them over and over again if I could.” Our lips are inches apart, and my heart gallops inside my chest so wildly I feel the pulse in my throat. “Scared, mi amor?”

  I should be.

  But for the first time since discovering this different side to him, I’m not.

  Because pain echoes in his gaze, buried so deep I’m not sure he’s even aware it rages within him.

  Somewhere there, a lost, lonely boy exists who was wronged in this life, and all the recognition he received afterward as compensation by the Cortez family has no power to wipe away whatever was done to him.

  My hand travels to his collarbone, rubbing the rugged skin and the deep scars on it, while the other one laces in his hair, our gazes clashing. “The kind of men who hurt you?” He stills and his fingers curl on the wood. “I’m not scared.” I continue to trail my hand lower to his abdomen through the shirt, settling my palm on the especially vicious mark he has there. “Not anymore.”

  “Ah, mi amor.” His hands slide my dress up, up, up until his hot palms grip my ass cheeks and squeeze them harshly, breaking goose bumps on my skin, as anticipation rushes through me.

  I gasp when he pulls me closer to him. His jeans-covered hard-on presses against my core through the panties and flares the ever-present need inside me. “You make my dark heart hurt.” He bites on my lower lip, earning himself a groan before flicking his tongue over it, apologizing to the bruised flesh.

  He slams his mouth on mine, imprisoning it in a raw, passionate kiss, his tongue meeting mine halfway and engaging in a duel as they tangle, fighting for dominance and crushing me with waves of sensations tickling me from head to toe.

  I break the kiss, gasping for air, but he gives me only a momentary reprieve before putting his mouth back on mine, this time gentler, lazily slipping his tongue into me and rubbing against mine. His thumbs hook in my panties, tugging on them until a snapping sounds between us, and I realize he ripped them away, his hand sliding to my core and fisting the torn lace.

  To my loud protest he snatches his mouth away, rubbing the lace over my sensitive flesh up and down, scooping the wetness into them, and his voice becomes raspy when he says, “These are soaked, gatita.” He cups my mound, and I hiss. “Who made you this wet, Esmeralda?” He presses the heel of his palm on my clit, his middle finger resting on my opening but not diving inside. My thighs clench around him as I try to trap him in my embrace, but he only chuckles. “Answer me.”

  God the charming, possessive asshole still wants me to stroke his ego, does he?

  I gave him my virginity!

  His hot palm drifts to the side, taking my torn panties with him, and he throws them away, settling his hand back on my hip as he lifts my skirt to my waist, baring my sensitive and needy core. He looks at it but doesn’t make a single move to soothe the ache slowly growing in the pit of my stomach, and I finally whisper, giving in to his silent command. “You. Only you.”

  My mouth parts, seeking his kiss, but he gives me a wicked smile while he rolls his hips forward, creating friction with his jeans, the hard-on hidden behind the zipper making my walls contract, begging for him to dive deep, and craving the feel of his cock stretching me.

  Just imagining his thick length gliding between my folds as he agonizingly, slowly strokes inside me spins my head and my core dampens, begging me to make a reality of the picture painted in my head.

  A collective moan escapes us as prickles of desire move through me, awakening every nerve in my body and making it crave one thing only.

  The pleasure only he can provide.

  “Please, Lucian.” I drag him even closer, needing him so much
right now, the air hitches in my throat.

  “What do you want, mi amor?” he asks, his lips brushing over mine for a second, gliding to my chin where he bites gently, then scrapes his teeth over the skin while my hand travels to his nape to sink my nails into him.

  I place my other hand on the table, leaning back a little and tilting my head, exposing my neck. “My tongue roaming inside your tight pussy tasting your desire for me?” He leaves featherlike kisses on his way toward my collarbone, lightly nibbling me and adding to the fire slowly spreading through my veins and destroying any rational thought.

  As only one thing remains.

  Him and his touches, which send me deeper into the lustful ocean of his creation.

  I shake my head. “No? Then maybe my fingers driving inside you, stretching you for what’s to come next? Giving you relief but not quite satisfying the hunger inspired by me.” His sways his hips back and tugs on the top of my strapless dress until my breasts spring free, my nipples hardening under his scorching gaze.

  He captures each one, weighing them in his palms as he squeezes them, earning himself another gasp. I push his head toward them, silently begging him to grant my wish.

  Pressing them together, he leans forward and bites on each mound, making me jerk in his hold. He sucks hard, no doubt leaving an imprint behind and then repeats the same action with the other one while his fingers pinch my nipples. I sink my nails deeper, his groan vibrating his lips on my flesh. “Lucian,” I whisper, barely recognizing my raspy voice laced with need that requires his attention.

  “Qué deseas, mi amor?”

  What do you want, my love?

  His teeth capture my nipple only for his tongue to soothe it, then drawing it between his lips as a thrill rushes through my veins. And when his palm glides from my breast to my tight stomach to rest over my core again, I loosen my hold on his nape.

  Putting my other hand on the table as well, leaning my head back between my shoulder blades, I let the bliss slowly consume me while my man shifts his attention to the second nipple, leaving the previous one coated in his saliva.

  He skates his fingers up and down my walls, teasing me as he pushes the finger inside only to slip it back out and repeat this torment all over again. His thumb taps on my clit, moving it from side to side. Scorching heat envelops me as the pleasure builds. His mouth and fingers pull me toward a cliff from where there is no escape, and only jumping can end this madness that is so addicting I never want to find a cure for it.

  Finally, his index finger delves in my core while he continues to lavish my nipple with his attention. My walls instantly suck him in as he stretches me with his digit. I’m still sensitive from last night, so my moan reverberates through the office, although it does little to stop him.

  “Be loud, mi amor. Let the whole world know who you belong to.”

  He slowly drags it out only to thrust back inside, creating friction in me. Buzzing sensations dance on my skin, promising bliss somewhere in the distance… as long as this man has my body at his mercy.

  “More,” I whisper, biting my lip while slowly lifting my hips up and down as he adds one and then two more fingers, mimicking his cock thrusting inside me but not quite giving me what I want. “More.” This time I demand it, as none of these actions is enough to satisfy the inferno burning in me.

  His thumb flicks my clit again, working in tandem with his fingers, never giving me a second to rest from his onslaught. He raises his head, his lips glistening, while my swollen nipples throb, highlighting my arousal.

  We stare at one another for a moment, and then we lock in yet another kiss, my fingers threading through his hair and scraping his scalp as a hot flush spreads over my body, boiling my blood at the feel of his carved muscles pressing against mine.

  Everything inside me screams to remove the offending cloth keeping me away from what’s rightfully mine. I need to feel his bare flesh and to mark my territory for everyone to see and know this man is taken.

  The idea pleases me so much I moan, and he traps it in his throat, relentlessly loving me with his mouth. The kiss becomes animalistic, almost uncontrollable. I hear something falling on the floor, clattering loudly, which only makes me more frantic to finish what we started.

  Although no one would dare to interrupt a monster in his own castle while he ravishes his woman, somehow this paints even more erotic images in my head. I open my mouth wider to deepen the kiss while welcoming his fingers more by spreading my thighs.

  Each stab and brush of his tongue solidifies the bond between us, a villain announcing to the whole world who this princess belongs to as he plays her body so masterfully, tugging on all the right strings and creating the tune he desires.

  An artist in love with his masterpiece… because I did not know pleasure before he showed up in my life.

  A man who conquers what stands in his way to get what he wants and never allows anyone to steal anything from him.

  And all this knowledge fuels my lust ignited by his touch, loving the protective cocoon he creates around me, showing me how much he cherishes me even if he cannot say it with his words.

  My body and soul belong to this man, and I dare anyone to tell me or him otherwise.

  Lucian growls in our embrace, and I hug him tighter, locking my legs around his back. His fingers slowly push me to the edge, demanding my submission as he strokes me slowly, savoring each moment.

  And I have only one word for it all.

  Unbearable.

  His mouth disappears from mine once again, my eyes closing, while the only thing I can say is, “Please, Lucian.” Like a record that got stuck in the same place circling around because no one bothers to fix it.

  In my case it’s my husband who denies me pleasure that’s rightfully mine, driving me insane with each second. Sweat coats my skin, sliding down my back, and tension builds inside me ready to erupt. However I’m not quite there yet.

  Breathing heavily, he repeats his question. “Qué deseas, mi amor?” When he slips his fingers away, I whimper in protest, feeling empty without them already.

  He lifts his smeared-in-my-juices fingers between us, and holding my stare, he sucks them clean, tasting me. A gasp escapes me at the sight, and suddenly my mind is filled with images creating a frenzy in my body.

  Pushing slightly back, I put my hand on my core, my cheeks heating up at such a daring action, but embarrassment has no place between us. I rub the spot, telling him, “I want you to lick me here, and then—” My palm glides lower, my fingertip circling my opening. “—fuck me hard right here until you satisfy the craving you planted in me.” The last word comes out as a breathy whisper. A ticklish sensation washes over me, and his eyes blaze, then darken in warning, which quickly transforms into heat, making my stomach dip.

  When he steps back, my brows furrow in confusion at his retreat, wondering what I said wrong.

  The first time I try to talk dirty, and he runs away? If he doesn’t like such things, then why—

  My yelp fills the air when he sends me flying backward, laying me flat on the desk and knocking several things off in the process, not that either of us pay it any attention.

  Our eyes connect when he pulls at his shirt, taking it off swiftly and dropping it on the floor, showcasing all his beautiful tan skin to my admiring eyes.

  I extend my hands to him, wiggling my fingers, longing to touch and kiss it, but instead he orders, “Hands on the desk.” The throaty command sends shivers through me, and I obey him, exhaling at the smooth wood cooling my skin.

  “Remember what I told you yesterday?” He pushes my thighs apart, draping my legs over his shoulders so my heels press on his back. Then he splays his palm on my stomach, keeping me in place.

  I crave to remove the bundled-up dress, the cloth feeling foreign on my taut skin. I despise anything separating me from my man right now.

  His hot breath fans my core, wiping all thoughts away, and I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair and gripping it hard,
guiding him toward me, but he has other plans.

  “Te acuerdas?”

  Do you remember?

  Struggling to grasp the easy question, I groan inwardly and search for a reply in my dizzy mind. “No. What did you say?” I barely recognize my so-needy voice. My eyes close, and I focus only on the sensations rocking my body while the anticipation overshadows everything else. I almost stop breathing, awaiting his next move.

  He rubs his chin over the inside of my thigh, chafing the sensitive skin, leaving red marks behind, and inflicting a sting he heals with his lips by sucking on it. Then he quickly maneuvers to the other side, repeating his actions and creating fiction in my dripping core. “Whatever you want you get.” Sliding his palms under my ass and lifting my center to his mouth, he licks me from bottom to top, trapping my clit between his lips and flicking the tip of his tongue over it, dusting fire on me.

  I cry out, arching my back while electricity zips over me, charging every cell in my body. I tighten my hold on his hair, holding on to him for dear life because he’s the only thing anchoring me in the present. He has the key to release me from this agonizingly blissful torture that knows no mercy.

  He bites on my clit, then sucks the flesh into his mouth before sliding his tongue back down to slip it inside me. He twirls it from side to side, roaming between my walls and adding gasoline to the already-spreading fire in my veins that nothing can extinguish.

  His hands travel to my thighs, rubbing them up and down as my ass connects with the cold wood. The contrast with his scorching touch pushes another loud moan from my throat.

  Hardening his tongue, his stabs it several times deep inside me, mimicking lovemaking, and my eyes drop. I bite on my lower lip while sliding my fingers to his nape, clawing at his skin, urging him to give me an antidote to the madness polluting my mind, which can only focus on the rapidly spreading flames flowing through my blood.

  His fingers dig into my skin, and a combination of pain and pleasure envelops me, sending ticklish waves all over me and pulling me closer and closer toward the bliss calling my name. With each swipe of his tongue, my core contracts around his flesh, keeping him prisoner and never wanting to let go.