Page 6 of Loving Lucian

Would she let her walls down for me again? She placed her wrists together and put them above her head, a sign to me that she didn’t need to be bound to stay in place or told what to do. No, she would control herself with that unswerving willpower.

“Good girl.” I kissed her nipple. “Now I’m going to ask you again, are you ready to come home?”

“What’s stopping me from lying to you and saying yes, you finishing me, and then me bolting from this house?” Her words twisted and twirled with a rage she had built up for me.

“I know you wouldn’t do that to me.” I held her face in place by holding her chin. “Are you ready to come home?”

“I’m not selling myself for an orgasm.” She pushed me away from her and went to slide off my cock when I stopped her.

“Move again, and you’ll be feeling the back of my hand.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve already been back-handed tonight. Yours doesn’t scare me, and neither did his.”

“Who fucking hit you!”

“Stop being the protective husband. You and I are finished. When you left me to die in that room . . ..” Her words choked up and we got to the cause of her rage. “You wanted me to die, so consider me dead to you.”

She thought I wanted her dead? For a smart woman, she sure as fuck could be stupid. “Darling, I came to the dock that night to be with you.”

“You had no idea I’d be there,” she snapped at me.

“No. But I knew I was going to die, and that was all I wanted after your funeral.”

Her eyes shone with calculation as she took in what I said. She had to know I had gone down too easy that night.

Her hand went to my cheek, breaking the submissive pose. “What are you doing to me?” she whispered after moments passed. I didn’t know what she meant by it, but I had hoped it would lead to her coming home.

Then in that moment, I placed her legs down and nipped her neck, her lips. She gently placed her hand on the back of my neck when I pulled back, and she kissed me. It wasn’t driven by raw need, it was pure and sweet and for a split-second, I thought there was a side to Haylee I didn’t know.

I moved into her slowly, and our usual heat of the moment disappeared, and we went slow. She was letting me make love to her and I knew that was as big as aI love youoff Haylee’s lips I would ever get. She was letting me into her life that little bit more.

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