by Amaya Black
“I DON’T CARE!” He had roared. “God took you from me once, but I have you back now…”
It was then I realized that Miguel had never seen me as Simone, just as his dead fiancé. If he fucked me, it wouldn’t be Simone that he was fucking but Cheyenne, his dead fiancé.
He leaned over me and starred down. I started to recall my mother’s words as I was growing up. She’d been pimped out for years by my father and had told me that a lot of the time to keep from being raped by Johns, she would be disgusting.
“If you’re ever in that situation baby, bleed on them. Vomit on them…whatever you need to do. Men don’t like disgusting girls.”
Who would have known that that would stick with me?
“My…” It seemed hard to swallow. “My period is on…”
“What?”
I was so close to losing consciousness. “My period is starting, so you’ll get blood on…”
Darkness took me then.
I didn’t remember anything except waking up slung over Miguel’s shoulder and dawn had started to touch on the sky. My feet and my mouth had been bound again. I tried to struggle but it was of no use. From the vantage point of his shoulder and the amount of light from the early parts of dawn, I saw the houses and his car parked to the side of a dirt road.
No one came out to stop him.
No one was here.
He dropped me like a sack of potatoes, and I landed on my side.
“I hate that had to come to this, Simone…you need to learn your lesson...three days should be long enough...”
Miguel’s voice was eerie and it was making my skin crawl. How had I never seen how crazy this man was. Now I was in the middle of God knows where sweating in the Texas heat. I thought about all the times I cursed Chicago for its wind and cold and ice this past year and knew I’d give my left leg to be there now.
I tried to wiggle away but I already knew I wasn’t going to get far. Screaming, I knew no one could hear me.
Lucien flashed in my mind. The way his brown eyes would watch me when he thought I didn’t know. I’d thought about Fedor and the pups; thought about how I might never touch their w
My face was beginning to become wet with tears that I couldn’t wipe.
Then without warning, I was plummeting downward, face first. I hit with a splash and knew it was water. My body started to burn all over from the painful impact.
Something might have been broken but I couldn’t tell what. The last flashes of light disappeared as from what I assumed was a well when that psychopath covered the hole back up.
The next time I saw light, my eyes had stung with pain as light filtered into my irises.
“Simone,” Albie’s voice had rung down.
“Little Angel…”
Instantly, I had begun to weep. They had found me. Lucien had come for me even though I’d left him.
After they’d gotten me free from the well using some rope they’d found in Miguel’s car to climb down and reach me, I’d hugged them both.
I snapped from my thoughts and turned to look at Lucien. It’d been a few weeks since all that had happened. Nightmares were still coming and going.
“Little Angel,” he asked looking over at me.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching the pups play. It was something I’d never thought I’d ever see again.
“Yes?”
“I thought I’d never be in this bed again…with you.”
He was quiet. We hadn’t had sex in almost three weeks. That was not like Lucien. He wanted sex all of the time.
The man dripped sex out of his pores.
I'd been inspected by a doctor and had had a full pelvic exam done; Miguel had never had the chance to rape me. He'd believed my period story, but still, Lucien had refrained from pushing the issue.
“I know…”
“Setting that piece of shit on fire….was the most satisfying thing I’ve ever done,” I propped myself up on a pillow as I spoke about what I’d done to Miguel’s body. I smiled a little on the inside. “Sorry I couldn’t’ have pulled the trigger myself.”
Lucien didn’t react to my words, not that I had expected him to. His big shoulders shrugged.
“If I hadn’t…Albie would have.”
Flopping back, I looked at my wrist. When I’d been thrown into the well, the burning sensation that I’d felt had been my wrist. It’d just been a sprained but I’d worried I’d broken it.
Lucien appeared over the top of me.
“I’ve been waiting for you to be ready, Little Angel,” he dipped low and kissed me.
I could feel his need for me pressing into my belly.
“And what if I said I was ready?”
He groaned. “Then I won’t hold back. I’m going to fucking ruin you…I’m warning you, Simone. I won’t be able to stop.”
Before I could say another word, he was beginning to lick my tingling pussy through my panties from my body. All I had on was a tank top and a pair of crème colored white panties.
Arching my back, I moaned for all I was worth. This man’s mouth had to be what heaven felt like.
“Fuck,” I cried out.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he stopped and began to trace my lips through the wet panties. “Tell me, Simone…”
“Lucien Petrovich, I want it…I want it so fucking…”
That was all it took before he was ripping the panties from my body. I looked over to see they had landed by the pups who had decided they had a new toy.
“Oh my God,” I shook my head.
Lucien never lost pace.
He slipped into my wet and waiting core with ease. “I have to tell you something.”
Slowly, he began to move and push into me.
His strokes were like watching an artist with a paintbrush.
Slow.
Detailed.
“Ungghhh,” he moaned. “I need to tell you…”
I couldn’t help but moan too as he picked up the pace.
“I love you, Simone…from the second,” our eyes meet for just a moment before he closed his in ecstasy. "The second I saw your eyes...I loved you."
That was the moment I wanted to take control. Lucien Petrovich was in love with me.
When he was on his back and comfortable, with a pillow behind his head, I climbed on top but managed to place my body in reverse.
As I eased up and down, my juices began to coat his entire shaft as I braced myself. Slowly at first, I began to bounce.
Lucien began to speak in tongues, I thought. But then I realized he was speaking in Russian or rather praying.
My ass cheeks began to clap and I knew the moment he couldn’t take it any longer because he pushed me off.
“Hy Haxep!’ He hollered getting me on all fours just to slam into me.
My G spot exploded and I began to come with Lucien not far behind. It was as though starts detonated behind my eyes. Slowly we fell into a hot sticky mess.
Lovingly, I reached out and touched his face.
He was quiet for a moment. We listened to each other’s heavy breathing until we both calmed down.
“Do you think you…”
Lucien looked away for a moment.
“What?”
“Do you think you could ever love a vicious beast like me someday…after all the shit I’ve put you through?”
He was starving for affection.
Lucien Petrovich, the Vicious Wolf of the Safaryan Brotherhood was bearing his neck to me. He was once again being vulnerable. This time I wasn't going to run away from him. He was safe with me.
“I think,” I started and leaned over to give him a kiss. “That someday is today.”
He pulled me in close. I never wanted to leave this bed ever again. I never wanted to leave this man again. However, I knew the real world was going to come knocking. Literally, it was going to come knocking at any moment.
Nova was bringing the whole clan over. Desmond and Yara had finally been told
about their missing family tree.
As if reading my thoughts Lucien whispered, “If Albie steals any of my good silver today, I’ll shoot him where he stands.”
The loudest laugh rumbled from my stomach as I managed to get out of bed. I needed a shower. “Thank you for putting your feud with my family on the back burner, you know…at least until you put a ring on my finger.”
He frowned and called after me.
“It’s just temporary, Simone. I still fully intend to kill your family.”
Leaning back out of the bathroom. I beckoned to him with a finger. “Mr. Petrovich…get in here and show me how much you love me again.”
With a growl, he launched himself from the bed to come and show me one more time.
The End