Page 51 of Property of Lucian

“Look deep in thought there.”

My head snapped off my hand as I locked eyes with his. Of course, he followed me. God, all I needed was a breather. Then it occurred to me, something I would always do when I was getting too close to someone. I wouldn’t push them away, I’d remind them I was nothing to them. Which in return, would remind me of my place in his life.

I dropped the cigarette to the ground and I put it out with my heel, keeping my eyes locked with his.

I was well aware there were other people in the alleyway. A few had given us a glance, but that was it. I knew what I was about to do would cause a few of their looks to last a few seconds longer.

My hand went to the strap of my halter dress and I undid it, letting the dress float to the ground.

I was nothing but his property. But I wasn’t doing this for him, I was doing it for me—to remind myself that I was nothing more.

Stepping out of the dress, his eyes ran up and down, a sharp inhale and exhale followed from his lips. He knew where I was taking this, or at least, I hoped he did. So far when it came to sex, he never stopped me when I made a move, and I had a feeling this would be no different.

The corset I was wearing caused my breasts to look bigger than they were. My fingers went to the ties that laced up at the front. I actually liked this corset and didn’t want him ripping it.

I ran my finger down my cleavage and as he stepped towards me, I knew that was exactly what he was going to do. Rip it, tare it to shreds. I put a hand out, only to have it pulled it back behind my back, and he turned me around, pushing me up against the brick wall.

“Teasing me, wife?” His hand ran down my back, and then his hand whacked me firmly, his handprint sure to leave a mark on my ass.

He wrapped his hand around my hair, twirling it, and then pulling it, causing my head to go back.

“I don’t like being teased.” He bit my earlobe. “You’ve caused a show, you know that?”

I didn’t even realise that people were lingering around us, and not just men but women as well.

Without preparing me, or warming me up, he thrusted into me, but I couldn’t say it hurt. If anything, it sent a wave of pleasure through me.

His mouth was still at my ear. “Don’t you dare come in front of these people. That is for my eyes only.”

He gripped my hips and claimed me in front of the group of people, and I took whatever he was to unleash on my body. I gasped and moaned, but just as I was told, I didn’t come.

It wasn’t love, and that was exactly what I needed to be reminded of. A man that loved me would never do this, and if I truly loved him, I would never do this in front of a group of strangers, either.

A slight sweat covered my body when it ended, and I rested my head against the brick wall, taking in the coldness. When I felt a kiss on my shoulder blade, I knew it was his way of saying thank you, but it sent a rage in me. I didn’t want to be thanked or loved. I was heartless. He was the one to pick up my dress and threaded it over my arms.

I finally went to turn around and my eyes scanned the group. I saw a pair of eyes that sent a wave of nausea through me.Please, God, no.Don’t let him be here. I took in his features—his stern jaw, the look of rage painted in his eyes. He looked at me, not out of anger but out of heartbreaking, life-shattering pain.

Ethan Isotonic. My brother’s best friend and my ex fiancé, was currently looking at me like I had taken his heart out and stomped on it. I couldn’t help but feel the irony of this situation. It was because of him that I didn’t do love. It was because of him that I wouldn’t fall in love again. In some ways, he was the reason I had to remind myself tonight of my position in Lucian’s life.

But never in God’s name did I want Ethan to witness me shredding my clothes and be roughly, rowdily fucked by an underworld criminal biker in an alley. Yet, that was exactly the position I was in.

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