Page 4 of Property of Lucian

He unclipped my bra, and I dropped my arms down, letting it fall to the shower floor.

I wasn’t expecting him to spin me back around, but he did. And I saw him enlarged with delight about the prospect of fucking me. I swallowed sharply, knowing that I could take whatever he unleashed on my body.

His hand moved up and down himself, and I knew that was my job. I took over, and he smirked slightly when my hand wrapped around him.

I wasn’t needing a man to hold my heart or love me. I don’t know how many times I had been accused of being soulless and heartless in the past.

He owned me—he got every part—but my heart was off limits to him.

His fingers teased my nipples. A small gasp escaped my mouth and when it did, I shuttered with delight—this was the first time I was to feel pleasure.

Then a growl escaped his mouth at my moan, the next thing I knew I was up in the air, against the tiled wall. The cold tiles sent sparks through my body.

I had to let go of him because of his sudden movement and changing of positions.

One moment his mouth was on my nipple and the next, he pulled me down on his length. My hands locked around his neck while my legs wrapped around his waist. Slowly, he moved me up and down.

I enjoyed it.

But, I liked to be fucked hard. The not being able to move after it was my type of sex.

Was he being gentle on purpose?

He nipped my collarbone when I realised I had accidently closed my eyes.

“You ready?”

I frowned. He had never asked me for anything, but he was preparing me.

Then his length thrust into me, the gasp I let out could have been heard rooms away.

My fingers dug into his back, and the feeling of arousal floated through my body. This was exactly the type of fucking I liked. I didn’t do—nor ever have done—sweet and gentle.

The water sprayed over our bodies and in the moment, I had hit the tap with my arm, which resulted in freezing cold water spraying over my body. It was a senseless feeling that spread through my body. I didn’t think of the man who was unleashing this fire within me. Didn’t think about the tattooed skulls on his body—ones I had a feeling stood for each life taken.

Thehave no mercytattooed across his chest told me he believed in it and withheld it. It was one of the codes/laws that was carved in the wood out in the hall.

My back arched as my body was building to a much-needed release but just as I was getting there, he pulled out.

Didn’t think of what to do, it was like I already knew. I unwrapped my legs from around him, dropping to my knees, and taking his full length in my mouth, swallowing and sucking his flesh, loving every moment. Then the familiar taste of his cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed his full load.

Exhaustion slowly came over my body, and I would do anything for sleep. I think the only thing keeping me away was the buzz of sex we had just had, and I was thankful he hadn’t kept fucking me the way he had been as I would have finished and would have found it impossible to keep my eyes open.

“Haylee?”

I blinked a few times and tilted my head back, looking up at him. He was blocking the spray of the water with his back, and I knew how cold that water had been.

A shiver ran through my body.

“Come on, let’s head to bed.”

I think the lack of sleep was playing with my head now as I swore had he had just said bed. I knew my punishment wasn’t over—no way would I get sex and sleep in the same night.

I was too exhausted to stand, and he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to my feet.

My eyes got heavy, and the next thing I felt was my body sinking into a mattress and a blanket being placed over my freezing body.

I swear I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek before my eyes got too heavy to fight back.

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