Lucian

by Bethany-Kris

  Too much more of that, and Lucian’s control would snap.

  Lucian laid a hand flat to Jordyn’s stomach and pushed her back until she was pressed to the mirror. While her hand stayed inside his boxer-briefs, his slipped between her thighs. Instantly, wetness and heat met his fingertips as he spread the fleshy, silken lips of her sex. Without warning, Lucian plunged two fingers into her pussy, spreading the digits wide to fill her with him.

  Jordyn shuddered, her hand freezing around his cock. “Oh!”

  Deep chuckles echoed from Lucian. “Sweetheart, it’s going to get much better than just this.”

  Jordyn released the grip she had on his cock only to find purchase against the muscles of his abdomen. Her fingernails scored deliciously against his flesh. Grinding her hips into his palm, Jordyn rode his fingers, her inner muscles hugging his digits tightly. The juices of her arousal slicked up his hand and her sex, smearing to her thighs. She’d squeezed her eyes shut, her head tilting back to the mirror while those curls of hers spilled over creamy shoulders and breasts. The most lovely, mewled cries coming from her lips filled him to the brim.

  Following Jordyn’s rhythm, Lucian used his thumb to circle her clit that seemed to throb under his touch with every rise and fall of her hips. It wasn’t long before her body was shaking and her inner walls were clamping down around his fingers with the tremors of an orgasm, holding him in tight. Her eyes flew wide, seeking his. His name, low and surprised, caught in her throat.

  Lucian withdrew his hand from between Jordyn’s thighs, pressing on her hip to urge her to turn. “Face the mirror.”

  “What?”

  “The mirror. I want you watching us, bella. Watching how good you look against me, with me. See how goddamn beautiful you are coming and when you cry out.”

  Jordyn didn’t argue, turning without him asking again. She placed her palms to the glass, looking over her shoulder at him with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks. Lucian took that moment to slip out of his boxer-briefs, thoroughly enjoying how her stare landed on his fully erect cock and only seemed to stay there, even when he moved towards the dresser.

  Inside the top drawer, Lucian found what he was looking for beneath a pile of folded linen. A brand new, untouched box of condoms. It wasn’t long before he was sheathed in latex and behind Jordyn once more.

  Lucian kissed a path up her spine, between her shoulder blades, and to the back of her neck. She tasted like salt and sex already. Bitter and sweet. At the unmarred cherry blossoms on the top of her shoulder, he let his tongue strike out to lap at the inked flesh. Lust pulsed straight to his cock. With every kiss of his lips, she shivered. Grabbing her hips, he drew her back to his groin, letting his shaft rest against her rounded ass.

  Resting his chin on her shoulder, Lucian met Jordyn’s gaze in the mirror. “Good?”

  “So good,” Jordyn assured.

  That was all Lucian needed.

  One hand slid down to her thigh, lifting her leg just high enough to give him a better access and view to her sex in the reflection of the mirror. Then, Lucian lined his cock up to her entrance and pushed in with a tortuous slowness he was sure would kill them both.

  Wet heat surrounded him. The sensitive walls of her sex flexed around his intrusion, gripping him like a glove and sucking him deeper. In two, sharp thrusts, Lucian found himself buried balls deep. Words failed to form when he tried to speak. He was pretty damned sure he couldn’t breathe for a moment, either.

  Nothing had ever felt quite as good as the sensation of Jordyn’s pussy clenching around his cock. The slickness of her juices covering his shaft, coating him with her. The aftershocks of that first second of being fully inside her reverberated straight to his chest. Like a goddamn drum, his heart beat on overdrive.

  Jordyn whimpered when Lucian pulled out and buried his cock all the way in all over again. The thrust was hard and deep, but she’d braced herself for it. Even still, her hands on the mirror slipped and he barely registered her knees starting to give. Lucian wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her close, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.

  “I’ve always got you, sweetheart. Just feel me, okay?”

  Jordyn swallowed audibly, nodding.

  “Watch,” Lucian demanded. “Look at us, Jordyn.”

  She did, her eyes traveling down to where they were connected. Lucian knew she could see her thighs opened, pussy filled, and juices soaking them both. Only for him.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed.

  “Not Dio, Jordyn. Just me. Feel. Get your hand down here and feel me fucking you.”

  The pulse in his shaft increased as her shaking fingers came in contact with his cock.

  “Gentle,” Lucian said, wanting to reassure her.

  Lucian might have wanted to take her hard and fast, fuck her until she couldn’t feel anything else but him, but he knew he couldn’t. Not only because of the soreness and injuries still lingering from her attack, but also because that wasn’t what either of them needed.

  So, he took her soft and slow. Unhurried, long thrusts that earned him low moans and gasping cries. Jordyn’s hand found its way back to his neck, her fingers weaving into his hair. Her body took him willingly with every thrust, her thighs widening just a little bit more to take him impossibly deeper.

  “So beautiful, Jordyn. Don’t you know that?”

  In the mirror, Lucian watched Jordyn turn her face to his. Those trembling lips of hers pressed to his cheek, parting with his name in her mouth. That had to be the best thing he’d ever heard. Next to the sounds of their bodies meeting, and his cock finding heaven over and over, of course. When her teeth nipped into his jaw and her fingernails bit into his scalp, the shocks of pain mixed with pleasure sent him spinning.

  Lucian felt the clench of her abdominal muscles as he hit a certain spot inside her sex that sent her fluids gushing down his shaft. “There, yeah?”

  “Right there,” she whispered.

  Lucian didn’t let up in his leisurely speed for a second. There was no need to hurry and he was so lost in the feeling of her he couldn’t possibly imagine rushing them to the finish.

  Once more, Jordyn’s orgasm hit swift and strong, without any warning at all. Every muscle in her body seemed to let go with her release, but Lucian’s arm around her middle kept her from collapsing forward.

  The milking contractions of her inner walls took Lucian straight to the edge of bliss, and he didn’t bother to hold himself back from flying over it. As deep as he could manage, he held Jordyn’s body tight to his as he spilled his seed into latex with a strangled groan.

  It wasn’t a second later before Lucian was pulling from her body, turning Jordyn in his hands, and picking her up in his cradled embrace as if she weighed nothing at all. She kissed him breathless and hard as he walked them to the bathroom, and kicked the door closed.

  • • •

  “Mmm.”

  Something felt all too wicked and terribly good for it being early morning.

  The only reason Jordyn knew it was early was because she was still tired. She was also sore, but that wasn’t anything new. At least for this particular morning, she could attribute that tenderness for what happened between her and Lucian the day before.

  “Wake up, sweetheart,” she heard him say.

  Jordyn turned to her side in an effort to pretend she hadn’t heard him. That might have worked if his fingers weren’t working a tantalizing beat between her thighs, wetting her up so damned good and making her see stars behind closed lids. Instead of trying to keep ignoring him, she gave into temptation and opened her legs more for him under the sheets, earning her dark chuckles and a kiss to her shoulder.

  “Jesus, Lucian … It-it’s … what time is it?”

  “Seven.”

  “In the morning?”

  “Well, it isn’t nighttime, Jordyn.”

  She vaguely felt the blankets being pushed from her body, allowing cool air to wash over her naked form. Lucian’s mouth trailed a hot
path down her side, stopping to kiss the swell of her thighs before he nipped gently to her backside. Jordyn yelped, but it turned into a breathy moan when his fingers hit her g-spot with knowing precision.

  “What are you doing?” she managed to ask, still refusing to open her eyes.

  “Waking you up. I was bored by myself.”

  “You weren’t by yourself. You’re in bed with me, Lucian.”

  “In my mind I was,” Lucian replied. “It was unsettling. I’ve never had that happen before.”

  Jordyn opened her eyes at that statement. She met his hazel gaze over the white blankets, cocking a single brow at his roughish smirk. “Please, don’t let me stop you. I didn’t say this was a terrible way to wake up, just the time is ridiculous.”

  “You are aware I don’t need you to move at all, right? I can take you just like this, and you barely need to do a thing.”

  Jordyn didn’t know what to say to that, so she said nothing. Lucian rose from the bed, giving her access to see his cock was already hard and ready, and sheathed with a condom. He moved her legs further apart as he leaned over her, kissing her good morning and sliding home inside her sex with a moan that shattered her from the inside out.

  She’d quickly decided Lucian ruined her for other men. It hadn’t taken very damn much to come to that conclusion.

  Instantly, she was lost with him inside her.

  No one had gotten that from Jordyn before.

  “Open your eyes, beautiful,” Lucian murmured.

  Had she closed them? Jordyn didn’t even realize. She fisted the bed sheets, eyes flying wide open to find his dark and watching from above.

  “I don’t want this with someone else,” he told her quietly. “And I don’t want you to have it with someone else, either. I’d kill them for touching you now that I’ve had you. I would.”

  There was a truthfulness in his gaze. A thickness built in her throat, but Jordyn forced it down. That declaration was as startling as it was exciting. There had to be something wrong with her that she liked it a whole lot more than she should. There wasn’t any way for her to respond to that except for honestly. The way she felt right now, for him, and with him.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay,” he echoed.

  Minutes later, Jordyn broke with her orgasm under Lucian’s weight and want. He finished soon after with his mouth on hers, fingers weaved in her hair, and his cock so deep it ached.

  “Good morning,” he mumbled into her mouth.

  Jordyn laughed, the sound almost airless. “Good morning.”

  “You do have to get up, sweetheart. I wasn’t lying about that.”

  Jordyn frowned. “Why?”

  “Because according to my mother, missing three Sundays of Mass is unacceptable and you are not staying in this apartment alone without me until I know you’re safe.”

  Great.

  Chapter Eleven

  “You look lovely, dear,” Cecelia Marcello said, leaning in to kiss Jordyn’s cheek. “Much better than a few days ago.”

  Jordyn smiled tentatively. Cecelia was such a sweet woman, and if Jordyn learned anything about her in their few meetings, it was that she didn’t say things she didn’t mean. The woman was blunt to an almost painful point when she wanted to be.

  Even so, Jordyn felt out of place standing on the steps of a church she hadn’t thought she would ever come back to. There were people milling around them, but they gave the family a wide berth of space. Evidently, they also couldn’t stop staring, especially at Jordyn and the man touching her. Lucian’s hand was splayed wide to the small of her back, giving her some form of support, but he was turned away, talking to his brother Dante in hushed whispers she couldn’t decipher.

  “I try,” Jordyn replied. “Lucian certainly helped.”

  Cecelia winked. “I’m pleased the dress fit. I went by the sizes you gave, but I wasn’t sure. It looks fantastic.”

  The knee-length, caramel toned dress with sleeves that stopped at her elbows hid the vast majority of her injuries and bruises. With her curls down loose, framing her face and hanging around her shoulders, they hid what marks were on her neck, and the small discoloration and cut on her jaw. A bit of concealer helped, too.

  Cecelia fixed one of Jordyn’s stray curls almost instinctually, like a mother would. “You’re coming to dinner at our home tonight with Lucian, right?”

  “I don’t know.” Jordyn turned to Lucian, gaining his attention immediately. “Are we going to dinner?”

  “Sì,” Lucian said. “I have to show face, as usual.”

  “You make it sound like a chore,” his mother muttered.

  “With Kate there, it is, Mamma.”

  “My sister will be on her best behavior, I promise.”

  Knowing Kate was Lucian’s biological father’s wife, Jordyn sympathized with his sudden disgust.

  Lucian looked like he’d taken a bite from something rotten. “I’m sure. Where’s Dad?”

  For the first time since they’d arrived, Cecelia looked uncomfortable. “He’s inside with Gio, waiting.”

  Lucian frowned. “Why?”

  Dante cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. Still, he smiled down at Jordyn when she looked at him.

  “Give him time, Lucian. You worry him. He’s dealing with a lot. There are a lot of things he has to consider.”

  Lucian stared at his mother with narrowing eyes. “There’s nothing to consider. I’ve already made my choices. He doesn’t get an opinion in this situation.”

  “You know that’s not true,” Dante muttered.

  “I know it damned well is,” Lucian retorted. “Unlike yours, my romantic life is not under his scrutiny. It doesn’t affect the future of the family.”

  “Lucian. Dante. That’s enough,” Cecelia chided. “Stop it.”

  Neither brother seemed to hear their mother.

  “Doesn’t it?” Dante asked. “I understand where you’re coming from, man, but you have to play by the rules. That means letting Dad work out his kinks about this.”

  “Like you do?”

  Dante huffed. “That’s not what I mean.”

  “Yes it is.”

  Lucian shook his head, sadness creeping into his usually calm demeanor. His next words were spoken swiftly and in Italian, effectively ending the conversation when he finished.

  Oddly, Jordyn knew they were talking about her and the situation Lucian had taken her from, and was now dealing with because of doing so. It was awkward enough that she was standing right there to hear it, and nobody seemed to mind. She didn’t like the thought of him being at odds with his family, especially his father, over her.

  “Come on.” Lucian tugged on Jordyn’s hand, drawing her from her thoughts.

  It was only then Jordyn noticed Dante was escorting Cecelia into the church’s front entrance.

  “I’m sorry,” Jordyn said, keeping Lucian at her side instead of following behind with the others.

  “Don’t be. And don’t concern yourself with our nonsense.”

  “But it’s about me,” she argued.

  Lucian smirked. “Trust me, sweetheart, this is about more than just you. This is years of things piled up on us brothers. It’s just not being ignored anymore. It’s being shoved in everyone’s faces, now.”

  Jordyn tried to remember some of things he had explained regarding his family, the structure, and the mafia business it revolved around. A lot of their personal lives intertwined with the rules and expectations of the Cosa Nostra lifestyle. If she’d understood his explanations correctly, Lucian wasn’t at the spot he was supposed to be, given he was the eldest child.

  “Aren’t you the oldest son?” she asked quietly.

  Lucian nodded. “But, Dante is Antony’s firstborn biological son. Things would be different if my father hadn’t died, maybe. Then again, I was his mistress’s child. If his wife had given him children, they would have been given more control than me.”

  “What did you mean that it’s
different for him?”

  “Dante?” When she nodded, Lucian sighed. “He has to marry Italian, or at the very least, she has to have strong Sicilian ties in her bloodline. A girl our father approves of entirely, preferably from a family similar to ours. It certainly doesn’t have to be because he loves her, but because it’s required for him to take over. Dante’s time is running out to find someone who suits him because he wants her, not because she was picked for him, and he knows it.”

  “Like your biological father,” Jordyn said.

  “Yeah and that ended terribly for both sides.”

  “What happens if times runs out?”

  Lucian glanced away, clearly bothered by the question. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “I think it does, and you don’t want to tell me because it matters. What happens, Lucian?”

  “The Commission makes the final decisions regarding bosses. The Commission itself is something best explained on another day, but regardless, it helps that the Marcello family dominates the board, essentially.”

  “And?” Jordyn pressed.

  “If Dante doesn’t suit their requirements, they’ll pick the next best choice. They prefer to keep it in the family. It couldn’t be Gio. He’s too young and much too unstable. He doesn’t want to be boss, anyway. I don’t want it, either, frankly.”

  The unsaid but was as clear as day.

  “But you’re the next best choice.”

  “Yes,” Lucian admitted.

  “And I’m not acceptable,” Jordyn whispered. “We’re not even … It’s not like we’re skipping off to get married, Lucian. This shouldn’t be a big deal.”

  “I don’t think you understand, sweetheart. Bringing you here, being seen with me and my family, this is as good as going public in our world. Now, they have expectations. And I’m fine with it.”

  Jordyn didn’t like the sound of that. “What if I’m not?”