Page 5 of Loving Lucian

Chapter 5

Haylee

Fucking stupid men. How the hell can they forget to lock a bloody shipping container?! God, a monkey could do it, but a trained armed guard couldn’t? I clipped the safety lock for the container back on, only realising after I locked it and in my fit of rage for it being unlocked, I had sealed it shut again. The automatic timer started, which stopped me from unlocking it again for another few hours!

I groaned! Why on earth would this happen to me tonight! And why the fuck was I feeling this frustrated! I sent a fist into the steel shipping container, then cursed the day we put that extra security step in place for the container.

I guess I was crashing here for a few hours. I looked up at the property and knew there was no power; the plumbing worked, but that was it. We wanted it off the grid.

Walking into the property, I grabbed my lighter and started lighting the candles around that were purposely placed around the house.

Finally, after I was no longer in darkness, I sat on the couch. My head fell back against the leather. Why the hell was I so turned on right now? God, what I would do for Lucian. My eyes widened at the through, had I just really thought that? Fuck that. I was getting Ethan out here, he always knew my needs.

Even though it was like taking a mild pain killer compared to a highly addictive one when I put Ethan and Lucian beside each other.

My hand trailed down my body, over my nipple, across my hip, and pushed my dress up. I knew I could take care of myself, but it was nothing compared to a man. Then I slipped my dress off completely and laid down on the rug in front of the unlit fire place.

LUCIAN

Arriving, I saw her car and dim lights in the window. Harley never mentioned anything about her staying here. I undid my seat belt and had chosen one of my cars that purred like a kitten so she wouldn’t suspect it was me and take off as soon as she saw the car.

Still, I had been expecting her to at least come outside—as quiet as the car was, it still had an engine. Frustrated that she didn’t come out, I walked up the porch steps, looking through the tinted glass window, only to see the reflection of light.

Opening the door, I was expecting a bullet for coming in unwelcomed. Instead, I saw Haylee’s legs parted on the rug, finger fucking herself, and her breasts raising and falling which each burst of pleasure.

I closed the door and anger spread through me. So, Harley had set this up because Haylee was clearly with someone else here. Someone else was telling her what to do as she worked her body.

I saw the back of the armchair and walked towards it, ready to draw my gun and kill the bastard who was telling my wife what to do and watch her come.

As much as I knew I needed to focus on the man in the chair, I couldn’t take my eyes off Haylee till I was standing at the edge of the rug. I glanced at that chair and did a double-take when I realised it was empty.

“What . . .” Haylee spoke alarmed. Her eyes locked with mine. “What are you doing here?” She gulped. “Did I call you?”

Was she high? I took her in—her naked body, her pleasing herself—and my body clenched with rage. “Where is he?” I hissed, and she looked at me speechless. “Where is the bloke that has you like this?”

Rage. Pure rage. My wife was sleeping with other men. Did our vows mean nothing? I hadn’t touched another woman, not when I thought she was dead and not after she tried to kill me.

“I’m by myself.” Her words were like velvet to my ears, and I clicked the safety back on my Glock, dropping it in the arm chair. Didn’t fucking think twice about it. One moment I was standing, and the next, I was between her legs.

A soft moan escaped her lips after I licked her sensitive skin. Her hands gripped to my hair. It was when my name came off her lips, I knew I couldn’t hold back from taking her. Slipping two fingers inside her, warming her up as I undid my belt.

“Lucian,” she opened her eyes and looked at me, “I want it deep.”

A growl escaped my lips as I thrust into her at her command. She had never once asked for anything when it came to sex. I ran my hands up her legs and gripped her heels as I thrust harder and deeper into her.

Sweat slowly spread across her naked skin as I fucked her raw.

She moaned and gasped, but I wasn’t stopping till she screamed . . . and I knew exactly how to make that happen.

“You miss me, darling?” I pushed a bit deeper into her, taking her legs to my shoulders. “You miss me fucking you?”

“Stop it,” she said but I heard the pleasure in her voice.

“You ready to come back to me?”

“No.” And for that, I paused in her mid-length, causing her to open her eyes with desperate need across her face. “Lucian . . .” she growled but I didn’t continue to fuck her.

“You aren’t coming till I say so, understand?” I knew what she needed. She needed to be controlled and I could do that, if she would let me.

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