by Kitty French
“He’s a fucking fool.”
Sophie shrugged and looked out of the window. “Maybe. He’s avoided having sex with me for more than six months now.”
“I’ll say it again. He’s a fucking fool.”
“Yes.”
Sophie gazed at Lucien opposite. Jesus, he was beautiful. If she was going to be unfaithful with anyone, this sinful, sexy man was it.
“Would it help if we fucked?”
Sophie laughed and put her hands to her cheeks in shock.
“Could we at least have a drink first?”
Lucien lifted an eyebrow at her and crossed the room to open a sleek cabinet. He returned moments later and placed a champagne bucket and two glasses on the table between them, then sat down opposite her again.
“Take your dress off,” he said, softly.
Sophie caught her breath. If she’d thought she was turned on before, she’d been mistaken. Now, she was turned on.
She got to her feet slowly and turned her back to him. “I need help with the zip.” She didn’t actually, she could have dragged the dress over her head as she had this morning, but that didn’t seem appropriate for this moment. She stood for a few seconds, and the horrible thought struck her that he might not get up and help. It melted away the instant she felt him lift the weight of her hair over one shoulder to expose the zip. His fingers brushed hot against her neck, and it took all of her efforts not to turn around. The sound of the zipper sliding down was indecent in the quiet room. Sophie couldn’t be certain, but she thought he ran the lightest of fingertips down her spine as he went.
“Take it off,” he breathed against her ear, then slid back into his chair to watch her again, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.
Sophie turned to face him, and the raw lust in his eyes was so unfamiliar, so powerful, that she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She slipped the dress off one shoulder and then the other, then held her breath as she let go of the material and allowed it to slither to the floor.
Lucien’s eyes moved slowly from hers, over her shoulders, and lingered on her breasts encased in black silk. Sophie squirmed, and fought the urge to bring her hands up to cover herself.
“Stand still.”
He leaned in, poured the champagne and handed her a glass. She took it and drank deeply, letting the bubbles fizz on her tongue.
His eyes moved from her breasts to her stomach, lower to her black silk knickers.
“Turn around.”
Fuck. Sophie wanted to gather up her clothes and run. Or… maybe she didn’t. She found that she wanted to turn around and let him stare at her backside.
She turned around.
For endless, silent seconds, he didn’t move a muscle. Sophie rubbed a finger up and down the stem of her glass as she wondered what he was thinking. She badly wanted to see his face. She knocked back half of her champagne, terrified that her silk-clad backside didn’t meet his approval.
She never usually wore stockings. It had taken ten minutes this morning to find the hold-ups in the back of her wardrobe, but she was glad of the effort now.
She was on the verge of turning round when she felt Lucien’s hand on her waist. Sophie drew in a sharp breath and arched her back as his warm hand slid around her to splay over her rib cage.
His other hand took her champagne glass and placed it on the table. He was so close behind her that she could feel the heat of him. When he stepped closer still, hard against her from shoulder to hip, his hands swept up and covered her breasts. Sophie heard him make a sound low in his throat, and then he turned her around in his arms to face him.
God, he was tall. She looked up into his face, and his hand slid down her spine to caress her backside. He wound her hair around his other hand, all the way up her back until he had it tight enough in his fist to tip her chin up. His fingers bit into the cheek of her bottom, right along the silken edge of her knickers. Dan was always gentle, and at that moment Lucien was anything but. He was raw, and strong, and Sophie wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone else in her life.
How could she be here, half naked in his arms without having even so much as kissed him?
She slid her hands up onto the wall of his chest and touched him for the first time. Her hands registered hard heat, and even through his shirt she could feel the steady beat of his heart.
“Unbutton it.”
Oh, yes please. Sophie worked the buttons open and slid the material back over his shoulders, and he yanked it off his arms and threw it to the floor.
Up close and bare-chested, Lucien was heart-stoppingly fabulous. The soft silk of her bra brushed against the hardness of his chest, and Sophie melted into him.
Lucien’s breathing was audible but steady as he caught hold of her hands. He snagged them both behind her back in one of his own larger ones, and his other hand slid around the nape of her neck to draw her mouth to his.
She was captive, at his mercy, and she loved it.
“Beautiful Sophie,” he murmured against her lips, and then, at last, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Sophie’s senses reeled at the first touch of his mouth on hers, soft and then hard and so filled with sexual intent that she trembled. He bit her lips and then licked them better. Explored her mouth with his hot, potent tongue as his firm hand cupped the back of her head. Being kissed by Lucien made Sophie feel as if everyone who’d kissed her before should queue up for lessons from him. Her knees buckled, but he had her so securely in his grip that it didn’t even matter.
“Easy,” he murmured into her mouth.
His hand slid around her throat, and then down to trace across the silk-encased curves of her breasts. Sophie arched against him, desperate for more, and she groaned as his erection pressed hard into her stomach.
He lifted his head to look down into her face, then eased his knee between her legs.
“You have no idea now many ways I’m going to make you come.”
Sophie all but yelped. He was filthy, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She was desperate to touch him, but he gripped her hands a fraction tighter when she wriggled in an attempt to free them.
Lucien shook his head. “Not yet, Princess.” He slid his thigh further between her legs. Delicious friction. With his free hand he pulled her bra straps down to bare her breasts to his eyes.
Sophie gasped and felt her nipples stiffen as she watched him lean his head slightly to one side and stare openly at her body. He rocked his erection harder against her and licked his lips as his ragged breathing belied his apparent cool control. He was every bit as excited as she was.
“So pink.” Lucien bent to suckle each of her nipples in turn, drawing a splutter of desire from Sophie’s throat. She wanted to push her hands into his hair and hold him there, but he wouldn’t release her wrists. Instead, he started to rock her on his thigh. The silk of her knickers rubbed her sex. Backwards. Forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Harder, until she rode him like a lap dancer on a pole, shameless in her need for him to finish what he’d started between her legs.
“That’s better,” he crooned, kissing her throat when she let her head fall backwards. “Let it go.” He played with her breasts, watching her face for reactions. Stroking. Cupping. Rolling her nipples hard enough to send answering shots of desire firing through her body.
“Lucien…” she breathed his name. “Lucien…”
He arched an eyebrow as his fingers trailed down the soft curve of her stomach, every touch like a million tiny electric volts.
A crooked half smile crossed his lips as she bucked against him. He leaned in and kissed her ear. “Tell me what you want me to do, Sophie.” His fingers stroked the along the edge of her knickers, making her stomach muscles jump in response. “I won’t do it unless you ask me to.” He licked the hollow at the base of her throat.
She knew exactly what she wanted.
“Lucien, please… touch me.”
His answering laugh was pure filth. “Not nearly good enough, Ms.
Black.” He cupped one of her breasts in his hands and bent his head. “You have perfect tits.” He licked her nipple and flicked his eyes upwards to her face. Sophie watched his tongue slide over the pink nub, mesmerised by what he was doing to her. Her breasts throbbed, and she ached between her legs for him. “Is this what you want, Sophie?”
He slipped his fingers inside her knickers and cupped her.
Sophie writhed with pleasure. “God, yes. Yes…” she moaned and pushed herself down into his hand.
Lucien straightened and clamped her, vice-like, against him, his hand down her knickers and his tongue in her mouth.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do. Say the words.”
Sophie had never known lust like it. She was so close to coming, and Lucien must know it. She eased her legs further apart and rubbed herself against his fingers. “Open me,” she whispered, and instantly his fingers parted her. Sophie could feel his warm, strong fingers hovering, ready for orders.
“Touch my clit,” she breathed. Lucien looked at her, an expression of lazy triumph alight in his eyes.
“Like this, Princess?” He started to stroke her, drawing slow circles on her clitoris with his thumb.
Sophie shuddered exquisitely and closed her eyes as the delicious sensations spiralled up through her body. His tongue explored her mouth, his skilled fingers more insistent than ever between her legs.
“God, Lucien…” Sophie arched, so close to climax that the only thought in her mind was release. His fingers slid down to her opening, and he rubbed his thumb over her mouth. “Come on Sophie, ask for more.”
“Put your fingers inside me,” she whispered, her heart banging and her desire ratcheting tighter.
Lucien made a guttural sound and moved her forwards on his thigh, then pushed two fingers all the way inside her. Sophie cried out at the intimacy, and Lucien’s mouth softened over hers to an ultra-gentle kiss.
He stroked her clitoris with his thumb, crooking his fingers inside her, and Sophie lost hold of the threads on her control. She felt her climax begin at his fingertips, and Lucien’s other hand tightened around her wrists to hold her up when her legs went from beneath her. He kissed her through it as her body stiffened, and thrust his fingers deeper into her when she bucked hard against his hand.
“That’s it, Princess,” he whispered. “I can feel you coming.” His fingers were inside her to the knuckle, his thumb quickening on her clitoris.
“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you,” he muttered, then thrust again. And again. And again, until Sophie lost it completely. She had nowhere to go besides over the top… she cried out and tossed her head back in wild, liberated abandon. Lucien’s admiration made her powerful, sexy and uninhibited. She’d never known an orgasm like it, and she was greedy for more, more, more. He’d unleashed something new within her, a raw sexual need that had for too long been buried beneath the detritus of everyday life. Beneath the detritus of her broken marriage. Sophie couldn’t bring herself to feel guilty. Not yet. Not with Lucien’s fingers still moving lazily inside her, and his slow, tantalising kiss still on her lips, as he released her hands.
He’d shown her how sex was supposed be, and there was no going back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As the glow of her orgasm wore off, Sophie slid slowly back to reality. She couldn’t believe she’d been so brazen. Or so unfaithful. She wriggled out of Lucien’s arms and sat down in the chair behind her, pulling her underwear back into place and holding her suddenly hot face in her hands.
What was she doing? She was in a sex club for God’s sake, and had just allowed her boss bring her to orgasm. Or to be more accurate, she’d begged him to.
Who was she? And oh, God. Dan.
Lucien sprawled back in the chair opposite and propped his feet up on the coffee table, still shirtless, still sexy as sin. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Sophie. Look at me.”
She couldn’t. She was mortified.
“Look. At. Me.”
There was no ignoring him. She dropped her hands and met his eyes. How could he look so entirely relaxed, lounging as if he didn’t have a care in the world? Well, maybe he didn’t, but she did.
“I’m a married woman, Lucien.”
“Yes. And your husband is screwing someone else, so the way I see it, this makes you square.”
Sophie shook her head. “This isn’t a game of tit for tat, Lucien, it’s my marriage. I’ve loved Dan since I was seventeen years old.”
Tears welled in her eyes and she dashed at them with the back of her hand. She’d always thought that she and Dan were the real deal. When the cracks had started to appear, she’d frantically papered over them, had made excuses to herself for him. It was agony to rip through the brittle wrapping and expose the ugly truth beneath.
“Christ, Lucien.” Her heart ached. “What if I’m wrong? What if he isn’t even having an affair?”
Lucien fixed his gaze on the window, suddenly expressionless.
“You seemed pretty certain.”
Sophie shrugged and reached for her dress.
“Did I? Maybe I was just telling myself that because it was convenient, because I wanted to give myself permission to… to screw you.” She made herself say the word.
“You haven’t screwed me,” he said. “Yet.”
“Yet?” She shook her head to try and clear it. “Lucien, I need to go.”
“No, you don’t. Be brave, Sophie. Stay here.”
She stood up to step into her dress, but he stood too and caught hold of her shoulders. When she looked up his face was deadly serious.
“This isn’t about your husband, Sophie. It’s about you. It’s about the fact that you’re a young woman trapped in an unfaithful marriage.” His hands moved up to cradle her face, his thumbs warm along her jawbone.
“Christ Almighty. How can he lie next to you and not want you?”
Tears scorched Sophie’s throat again, and she swallowed them down.
Jesus. Lucien was dangerous enough when he was being his usual cocky self, but like this? Perceptive and raw? He was lethal.
Lucien took the dress from her hands and threw it on the chair behind him. “Don’t lie to yourself because you feel guilty, Sophie. He’s cheating, and you deserve better. You deserve to be adored, and you deserve to be fucked until you can’t stand up.”
Sophie stared at him and her insides twisted with desire. That was just about the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to her, and the way he was gazing at her now with undisguised carnality was just about the sexiest way anyone had ever looked at her, too.
She’d never known anyone like Lucien, so in touch with their own sensuality, so unencumbered by unnecessary inhibition.
He must have sensed that his words had found a crack in her armour, because he moved in close and took her hand.
“Come with me. I want you to see something.” He led her across the room to the huge, gilt-framed, floor-standing mirror. “Look in the mirror, Sophie.”
She tried to pull away but he held her firm. “Look. Tell me what you see.”
She looked, reluctantly. And she saw the same person she always saw reflected back at her. The same yet subtly different. More grown-up? More knowing?
Black silk underwear, hold-ups, high heels. Long, tumbled blonde hair. A kiss-swollen mouth, and the liquid, sensual eyes of a satisfied woman.
And standing behind her, a head and shoulders taller, Lucien. Shirtless.
Beautiful.
Her Viking warrior, and now her Viking lover.
“Let me tell you what I see.” Lucien said, his hands on her shoulders.
“I see a woman with the face of an angel.” He ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “A face that makes men want to fuck her just to see how she looks when she comes.”
Sophie stared at him in the mirror, shocked and mesmerised.
“She has the kind of curves that make men want to touch her.”
He splayed a big warm
hand over her pale stomach, making her skin tauten and her breath catch in her throat.
“I see a woman who deserves to be treated like a princess.”
He only had to touch her and it was as if he’d flicked the ‘seduce me now’ switch in her head.
“Look at you, Sophie.” He was so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath tickle her neck. “You’re like a peach waiting to be plucked from the tree.” He stepped flush against her, her back against his chest.
“Velvet soft skin.” He trailed his fingertips down her arms.
“Luscious curves.” He covered her breasts with his hands and stroked them through her bra.
“Ripe.” He slid a hand between her legs and cradled her. Sophie watched his every move in the mirror with wide eyes, almost too turned on to breathe.
“Juicy.” He groaned as he slid his hand inside her knickers. “So fucking juicy.” He moved his fingers along her sex, still wet from the first time he’d made her come.
“I want to lick your juices, Sophie.”
Sophie could feel his erection pressing hard into her back, and all she could think of was how much she wanted him to carry on making her feel this good. The sight of them in the mirror was like a life size soft porn movie; she couldn’t take her eyes away from his hand moving inside her knickers.
“Tell me that isn’t beautiful,” he said against her ear.
She couldn’t. The fact was that he made her beautiful.
“Stay there.” Sophie almost cried out in protest when he eased his hands off her and backed away. He returned moments later with her glass of champagne in one hand, and a large, silver vibrator in the other.
Sophie gaped. Whatever she’d been expecting, it wasn’t that.
“Which one would you like first?” he asked, that lazy, cock-sure smile back in place.
“Lucien, no. I don’t want to…”