Lucian
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Sometime later, Jordyn was woken by shouts echoing through the condo. The discussion alone was loud and shocking enough to keep Jordyn quiet.
“I said no! That’s the end of it,” Lucian yelled.
“Son, listen to me,” Antony said, pleadingly. “It would only be for a little while. Long enough to afford me some time to work through what all this means and try to figure it out.”
“We got nothing from Fraser,” Gio added to the conversation. “The idiot willing took money from someone he doesn’t know and can’t identify, plus was going to get a double payday off the money you brought for the Lexus. The guy who paid him didn’t give reasons as to the hit, just said it wouldn’t come back on the dealership. We have nothing to go on, Lucian. Not even a hint as to who this is. Hell, it could be one of us and you wouldn’t even know. Dad’s right, slipping out of state for a while and cutting off the outside world might be the best choice for now.”
Lucian barked out a bitter laugh. “Go to hell. I’m not hiding from whoever this is like they’ve turned me scared. That might be fine and great for you, but it doesn’t work for me.”
“Lucian,” Antony warned sharply. “He’s only trying to help.”
“My answer is no.”
“And you don’t get the final say,” his father retorted just as fast. “The facts we know are clear. Very few people knew you were going to pick out your car today. That does narrow down our list.”
“To them and every person they told,” Lucian growled. “It doesn’t narrow it down that damned much. I have work to do here. I can’t afford the time to up and leave it. Besides that, I have to consider Jordyn, too.”
“Jordyn will be fine to stay with your mother and me, or even here, if she’s more comfortable,” Antony said.
“Like fuck!”
“Lucian Johnathan—”
“No,” Lucian said, interrupting his father. “And don’t give me the full name spiel. I’m too old for it. Do not ask me to leave the state and hide, and then in the same sentence, ask me to leave her behind. Why, Dad, so whoever is trying to off me can go after the next best thing to draw me out? Is that what you’re trying to do here? You wouldn’t risk Cecelia like that, so don’t expect me do put Jordyn in that position, either.”
“I’m not. She’d be watched, and I would have a guard on her like your mother has.”
“But you are,” Lucian argued. “That’s exactly what you’re asking me to do and I won’t. End of discussion.”
“Hey, you could always ask Jordyn,” Gio started to say.
“I said no more. The answer is no. Stop pushing it.”
Antony sighed heavily. “Lucian … You’re my son. My one job is to keep you safe, no matter what. I’m not giving you a choice here.”
“Please.” Lucian’s voice came from right outside the closed office door. It sounded painful, making Jordyn hurt that much more. “Don’t make me do this.”
“You have until the morning to decide where you want to be for the next couple of weeks,” Antony responded in a tone that said his decision was final. “If you fight me on this, I will force your hand and take you out of state without your consent. I’m sorry.”
“But, Jordyn—”
“Until morning,” Antony repeated. “I’ll bring your mother over before you leave. She wouldn’t forgive me, otherwise.”
“Just get out,” Lucian all but hissed. “Go.”
“Inside, you know I’m not doing this to hurt you, son, only to help. We will figure out who it is doing this.”
“If you want to help, stop wasting time with who is trying to kill me, and figure out why. I guarantee the why will lead you straight to who.”
Jordyn waited until it seemed quiet outside the office before she got up from the couch and went to open the door. Instead of finding Lucian standing on the outside, she found him with his back pressed to the opposite wall and crouched low to the floor with his head in his hands. She was on her knees in a flash, pulling his clenching fists from his face.
The pain in Lucian’s hazel eyes was unbearable as he stared at Jordyn. “I won’t go.”
“It’s okay. It’ll be fine. Maybe they’re right.”
Lucian laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “No, I seriously doubt it.”
Dante was right, Jordyn realized. Lucian didn’t think clearly when she was involved.
“Come on, Lucian … please try to look at this objectively. If they can’t find you, they can’t hurt you. Jesus, you almost died today. Don’t you understand that?”
“And you? What about you, Jordyn?”
“This isn’t about me, now.”
“But it could be. If leaving pisses whoever this is off enough, you could be the one they turn to in order to get me out of hiding.”
“I highly doubt that will happen. But, if we’re putting that on the table as a possibility, what if I was willing to take that chance?” Jordyn asked softly.
“Stop it,” Lucian muttered. “This isn’t the time for heroics.”
“Hello, pot. Meet the kettle.”
“Jordyn.”
“Well!”
The silent stare down between the two lasted longer than Jordyn liked. Breaking away from his gaze, she could help but notice the new injury he sported on his upper right arm. The slice was at least three inches long and anything but clean. It was more like a jagged chunk was ripped out of his arm and just the look of the stitches made her wince.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” Lucian answered gruffly.
Jordyn scrunched up her nose. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I smoked a joint and chased a couple of morphine pills with whiskey. I feel nothing. It’s fantastic.”
Great, Jordyn thought with an internal sigh.
“I’m fine, promise,” Lucian said when she didn’t speak.
“Too close for comfort, Lucian.”
“Sometimes that’s how it works, sweetheart.”
“It’s not okay when you see this as normal. And I don’t think you’re supposed to drink and smoke up while taking pain meds, either.”
Lucian shrugged indifferently. “Never hurt me before.”
“You’re way too flippant about all of this,” she pointed out again, annoyed.
“Stop worrying over me.”
Jordyn sniffed, rolling her eyes. “Right, because that’s how this works, Lucian.”
“I know Antony’s right, sweetheart, but that doesn’t make it easier.”
“I don’t expect it to be,” she replied in a whisper. “I’m still going to be here, though.”
“Jordyn?”
She tipped her chin up to meet Lucian’s eyes once more. “Yeah?”
“You know I love you, right?”
“Of course.”
“Good,” Lucian murmured heavily. “Because tonight, I want to fuck you like I don’t.”
“What?”
Why did that sound so damned good when she knew he was injured, stoned, and half heartbroken about being forced to hide out?
“If I have to leave tomorrow, I won’t be able to touch you for who knows how long. I want you to feel me for days, bella. In you, on you … my fist in your hair, fingers digging into your sides leaving marks, my teeth on your skin … everywhere.”
Air caught in Jordyn’s throat, keeping her words at bay. Heat pooled in her stomach, flooding straight to her clenching sex. She was sure wetness was already starting to dampen the sleep shorts she pulled on earlier in her haste to get out of the clothes Lucian’s blood had stained.
“I need to know if that’s okay,” Lucian said quietly, a huskiness saturating his words.
Jordyn still couldn’t speak from her surprise at his declaration. She settled for a nod, and barely had time to react when Lucian pushed off the wall and lunged for her. What response she did have to his weight crashing into hers, taking her to the floor, and his mouth crushing against hers, was a whimper.
That was it. A fucking whimper.
Jordyn’s eyes flew wide, a harsh gasp sucking into her lungs when Lucian bit into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The briefest flash of pain mixed in with the heat pooling in her womb sent shocks of desire and pleasure coursing straight to her pussy.
Impulsively she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer. The strain of the hard ridge of his erection beneath his zipper ground into her pelvis and stomach. Heady, throaty groans fell from Lucian’s lips every time his body connected with Jordyn’s. His fingers dug roughly into her hips and pinned her to the floor, keeping her trapped between hardwood and his weight.
Flickers of thoughts passed her mind too fast to keep up with. Was he okay to do this? Would this hurt his injury? Did he even care?
Jordyn didn’t think so, considering Lucian barely reacted when his injured arm slid under her back, his hand fisting into the ends of her hair to tug until her neck was bent back and bare. Over and over his hot mouth landed to her flesh, biting, sucking, and marking. Each time, her sanity dropped off the radar as carnal needs began to take over.
Never before had Jordyn wanted to feel like she was owned by a man. That everything she was, her body, heart, soul, and mind, was only his. Lucian did that to her—for her. It was consuming. It debilitated all rational thoughts.
Lucian yanked at the neckline of the flimsy tank-top Jordyn wore, stretching the fabric under his strength until it ripped and her chest was exposed. The force of the cotton pulling against her skin stung, surely leaving red marks along her collarbones and throat. She couldn’t find it in herself to care once his lips were soothing away the lingering tenderness.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” she heard Lucian demand.
Jordyn willed away the air in her voice so she could speak. “Yes.”
“No, tell me. Say the words.”
“I …”
Jordyn’s thought process dropped off again when Lucian’s teeth enclosed her nipple, nipping the tight bud until her cry escaped, sending sharp sparks of pain and desire flooding her veins. Reacting to the sting of his bite, Jordyn sought purchase wherever she could, which just happened to be his hair.
Lucian’s mouth curved with a wicked smirk as he released her nipple. “Hurts, doesn’t it? You like a little pain. Tell me what I want to hear, beautiful girl, and we’ll really get started.”
Jordyn moaned, her eyes fluttering closed when she felt his hand slide down to cup her sex through her shorts. He stroked her over the fabric, each swipe of his fingers wetting her further. Needing him like she did, Jordyn couldn’t help but roll her hips into his hand, wanting more.
“Sweetheart, say it.”
Jordyn yanked on his hair, giving back that pain and making him look at her. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Christo, sì,” Lucian groaned in response.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lucian chanted Jordyn’s name like a mantra, the sound of his deep voice washing over her senses like liquid silk as he hastily removed what little clothing she wore. The roughness of his actions urged her to do the same to him, helping him out of his bottoms until they were kicked away and he was naked against her.
The hardwood floor was cold pressing to her back, but Jordyn barely noticed. The inner burn of lust was already sweeping through, thickening her blood and mind. She couldn’t help but let her knees fall open further, her body spreading wide and inviting him in while he kissed and bit a searing path between her breasts, down along her stomach, and straight to her sex.
When his mouth came in contact with her pussy, already throbbing, soaked and swollen with need, she was gripping his hair again, her fingernails scratching to his scalp. Lucian answered her high cry of bliss with a low hum of approval, his tongue diving between her fleshy folds to spread them and taste the arousal gathering.
He took his time at first. Exploring her most intimate parts with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. Sweeps of his tongue and gentle bites to sensitive flesh had Jordyn shaking. Lucian’s hands grabbed to her thighs, pushing them further open until muscles protested and the sweetest ache curved her back up from the floor into an arch.
That was when Lucian really started. Fast laps of his tongue landed to her entrance, moving upwards until the tortuous rhythm was attacking her clit. Lucian went between sucking and nipping the bundle of nerves to striking it again and again with his tongue. Her body would just being to sing with the tremors of an oncoming orgasm before he’d slow it down, suckling and massaging her back to a breathless, trembling mess. It was relentless.
Two fingers slid into her clenching channel just as Lucian began to draw her back down from the precipice again. Then, Lucian curled his digits roughly upwards and inwards, hitting the fleshy spot inside her walls that sent her juices gushing around his hand and her body flying. At the same time, his mouth latched on stronger to her clit than before, teeth nipping at the hood of her clit as he sucked hard.
There was no holding the orgasm back or coming down from the high that time. The move was so obvious in its intent, for a second, it blinded and silenced her with the pain mixed pleasure that coursed from her womb outwards.
When breath finally managed to fill her chest, Jordyn choked out a noise so loud it reverberated through the space. Lucian’s assault on her sex didn’t begin to release until she was whimpering and sensitive all over, nearly ready to pull away.
“That’s it, bella. I want you nice and wet for me. Do you know how fucking good you taste in my mouth? It’s hot candy, Jordyn.”
“Jesus,” Jordyn gasped, lifting her sex into his mouth again as he took his time to lap at the arousal her body gave. “That feels so goddamn good.”
“It’s going to get better,” Lucian promised darkly. “So much better.”
Jordyn didn’t get the chance to form an intelligible reply, because Lucian was grasping her sides and moving her backwards. The predatory gaze overtaking his features took her breath away. When the cool leather of the couch met her back, Jordyn froze.
“Turn around,” Lucian demanded thickly. His teeth bared as he spoke, the lingering wetness of her come shining on his smirking lips. “Knees on the floor, hands on the couch. I want your ass high, and your face down. Hurry.”
It wasn’t often Lucian turned to a more dominate nature when they fucked. Jordyn gave as good as she got, but when he started ordering like that, it did something totally wicked and sinful to her insides.
She didn’t argue, simply moved to shaking knees and turned as he wanted. Lucian moved away only long enough to find the pants he discarded earlier, pulling a condom from the pocket. Jordyn waited, listening as he stayed silent while sheathing his cock in the latex. Anticipation rolled through her stomach like a churn of bubbles.
She felt him kneel behind her again, his mouth coming to ghost along her bare shoulder, warm breath tickling to her overheated skin. A yelp of surprise melted into a drawn out moan when he buried his teeth at the junction of her neck and pulled her ass into his groin. The hardness of his shaft slid between her thighs, seeking.
“Feel me everywhere,” he repeated in her ear. “For days.”
Jordyn’s curls tangled in Lucian’s fist as his cock entered her from behind. In one smooth plunge, he was balls deep and groaning into her neck. The force of his body meeting hers pushed Jordyn’s chest into the couch, the leather muffling her cry. There was no pause between the first thrust and the second. She didn’t feel him hesitate between the second and third, either.
The briefest flicker of pain from his intrusion and her body’s accommodation of his girth mingled with ecstasy. It only added fuel to her raging lust when Lucian’s fingers latched onto her shoulder, fingernails scoring into her skin, and he pulled her back to meet his cock bot
toming out. It caused his dick to hit spots deeper than ever before.
Every thrust sent a jolt of discomfort laced with pleasure straight to her gut. Every groan behind her had the cattish cries escaping her chest building to a higher crescendo.
Nerves hummed. Her body rocked with tremors. Jordyn couldn’t think, or breathe, or … anything. Their bodies fit together so well. Their fucking was more than frantic, it was uninhibited. There was no restraint, no control.
Jordyn’s hands curled into the leather, fisting the subtle material to root her in place for the demanding crack of his groin meeting her ass. The slickness of her arousal had smeared to her thighs, while beads of sweat dampened her hair and skin. The fingers weaved in her hair tightened, yanking her head back until his mouth was to her cheek, sending a delicious sting radiating over her scalp.
Again, his teeth scraped to her flesh, the stubble on his cheek irritating her smooth jaw. There’d be a redness left behind by that tomorrow, too.
It was magnificent.
Aching.
She burned.
Tantalizing.
She wanted more.
“Harder,” Jordyn breathed out.
“Yeah?” Lucian asked, as breathless as she was.
“Fuck, harder … please.”
“How about a little more instead.”
Jordyn didn’t know what he meant by that until she felt his hand finally let go of her shoulder. Then, it was between her legs, caressing along her slit and his cock before sliding up the crack of her ass. Two fingers pressed at the puckered hole of her backside. That was the only warning she had before they plunged in knuckle deep, penetrating the tight ring of muscles.
Blissful disbelief shredded what rational she had left.
Lucian spread his fingers wide on the withdrawal from her ass as his cock slammed back into her pussy. While his cock opened her sex, stretching her full of him, his fingers fucked her ass to the opposite beat.
Pleasure licked through her veins like a fire.
Jordyn could feel her juices soaking them both further. The slaps of skin meeting skin matched their moans. He’d never quite taken her so hard before, or used her body until she was a quivering, jumbled mess beneath him. Lucian always took his time, adoring every inch, drawing out the beautiful end.