Page 75 of Please Hate Me

“He may belong to you, but you don’t belong to him.” Lucian’s voice was soft, contemplative. “You’remine, Mason. You always have been, you always will be.”

My chest filled with an unexpected warmth. Lucian and I were about to fuck nasty, and he was literally doing physical harm to me, but the idea of being his felt so undeniablysafe. He had always represented safety for me. Back when Lucian was my big-bad-scary-boyfriend, no one in this world was allowed to hurt me. I craved that level of security with every fiber of my being.

He wove his fingers through my bangs and used them like a handle to force me to look up at him. With his free hand, he toyed with my lower lip. My breathing stilled as he looked down at me. There wasn’t anger or lust in Lucian’s gaze. But I couldn’t place the emotion he held.

“If I belong to you, you better prove it.” I gulped my words.

He smirked. “I already have, fucktoy. Now open your mouth.”

My brow furrowed. Was he going to spit on me again?

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to shut you the fuck up.” He grinned. “Now, open that smart mouth of yours.”

Who was I to tell him no when he asked so nicely? My lips parted with a quiet pop, and Lucian changed his grip on me. He guided his erection into my mouth before lazily sliding in and out. The motion was slow but brutal. With each lethargic thrust, he forced his cock so far down my throat that I could kiss his testicles. My cheeks hollowed with every movement.

Lucian’s breathing quickened. His fingers dug into my shoulders as his pants turned into moans.

“Fuck.” he grunted, tipping his head back.

I flicked my tongue against his shaft and head, and his knees went weak.

“Mmm, keep that up. Your mouth feels so good on my cock,” he praised.

His words escalated the heat in my core, and I tried to sneak a hand down to play with myself. It wasn’t fair that onlyhegot to cum. But the subtle movement didn’t escape Lucian. The thrusting stopped, but his cock didn’t leave my mouth as he guided my hand back into place.

“You’re only going to cum when I tell you to,” he snarled.

He continued to rock his hips, brushing my tonsils with the tip of his cock, for what felt like half an hour. When he finally pulled out, I had tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Why did you stop?” My voice was hoarse.

“Because, unlike you, I’m not pathetic.” he explained. He circled behind me, cock pulsing as he eyed me over. Once he reached his destination, he sunk his fingers into my hips so hard I was sure he’d leave bruises. I hoped he did—my pussy throbbed at the thought of examining them in the mirror later, tracing my own fingers over the spots where he’d marked me.

“I’m not going to cum in your mouth or your hand. Nothing is going to make me finish except your pussy.”

With that, he plunged into me. Each stroke was deeper, more frantic than the last. He wasn’t as massive as Cameron or pierced like Sebastian, but Lucian knew what he was doing. Each time he rammed his cock into my cervix, the heat in my core grew. Except heat wasn’t the right word when it came to Lucian—he was like electricity coursing through my veins. My cries became frantic whines as I approached nirvana. Lucian snaked a hand around to toy with my clit.

“Go ahead, you can finish, fucktoy.” Bravado dripped from his words, but I could tell by the gravel in his tone that he was getting close too.

So I gave in to him. My entire body writhed, and I had to bite the chair to prevent myself from screaming. When he pulled out of me, I was trembling and gasping for air, the world around me little more than a haze. The only thing that brought me back to my senses was the feeling of hot cum falling on my back.

Lucian let out a soft groan, holding onto my hips to steady himself. I cast him a lazy glance—half because I wanted to remind myself what he looked like after he came, half because I just wanted to see his face.

He was breathing heavily, but he wore a huge smile. For this moment and this moment alone, my body, heart, and soul were completely and utterlyhis.

After Lucian cleaned his cum off my back, he readjusted the chair so we could relax. He held me to his chest, toying with the fine strands of my hair. If I peeked out over his arm, I could see our reflection in the full-body mirror on the wall.

I was enthralled with the way we looked tangled up in each other. Sweat coated us in a shimmer that turned my skin translucent and caused Lucian’s to shine like solid gold. His racing heartbeat thundered in my right ear, and his slow, deep breaths tickled my left cheek. For the first time in years, I felt relaxed.

He moved an arm to cup my stomach. “I was serious when I said this looks good on you.”

Lucian’s blinks were slow, his long lashes casting shadows on his face. I had a weird feeling I could be vulnerable with Lucian,despite everything going on between us. He always seemed to understand me, even if I didn’t say the right words.

“If I talk, will you make fun of me?” I whispered.

His chin rocked against my temple as he shook his head.

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