Page 55 of Until She's Mine
It’s…Lucian.
He sets his fork down, wiping his mouth with a linen napkin. “The NDA.” He retrieves a thin folder from the edge of his desk and slides it across the coffee table towards me. “Standard boilerplate. Just a formality to appease my father.”
I pick it up. My name is already typed neatly on the signature line.
“What does it say?” I ask.
“That you won’t disclose confidential information regarding the Blackwood family or Blackwood & Associates. Businessdealings, personal matters… the usual.” He leans back against the sofa. “It protects everyone involved.”
“Including me?”
“Especially you. Tobias is volatile. Father is… cautious. This ensures your privacy as much as ours.”
I flip through the pages, the dense legalese blurring before my eyes.Confidentiality, non-disclosure, remedies for breach…
“Do I need a lawyer to look at this?” The question is rhetorical; I know the answer. He wouldn’t bring me something disadvantageous, not when his goal is possession, not alienation. He wants my trust. He craves my love.
And I want to give him both, despite the warning bells in my head.
He laughs. “You’re sitting across from one of the best lawyers in the city. But no, you don’t. It’s straightforward.” He taps a pen against the page. “Sign here.”
I sign it without hesitation, and then I slide the folder back to him. “Done.”
“Good. Now that the formalities are out of the way…” Lucian pulls me into his lap. His hands settle on my waist, firm and possessive. His gaze is dark, and I know that look. It’s the one that promises I won’t be leaving this office anytime soon.
“We’re in your office. Someone could walk in.”
“Let them.” His fingers tighten on my hips, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. “I want them to see who you belong to.”
The heat starts pooling between my thighs. My breath hitches as Lucian’s lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands slide up my back, tangling in my hair as he tilts my head to the side, giving him better access to the sensitive skin of my throat.
“Lucian,” I whisper. “We shouldn’t—”
“We should.” His teeth graze my collarbone, and I can’t suppress the whimper that escapes my lips.
His hands move to the hem of my dress, sliding it up my thighs. The cool air brushes against my skin, raising goosebumps, but the heat of his touch quickly replaces the chill. His fingers trace the edge of my lace panties.
“Lucian,” I moan, my hips arching into his touch.
He chuckles darkly. “Please, what?” His fingers dip beneath the fabric to brush against my throbbing pussy. Lucian teases me, his touch light but deliberate. The sensation is maddening, and I tremble with need.
“Such a hungry little thing.” His fingers glide over me, teasing, circling, driving me to the edge of madness. “Always so desperate for me.”
My head falls back, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he presses the heel of his palm against my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me cry out. His other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as his fingers slip inside me, curling in that way that makes my vision blur.
“Lucian.” My voice breaks when he slowly slides one finger inside me, then another, stretching me deliciously. My hips rock against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him. “Please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
My cheeks flush with heat. “I need your cock.”
“Anything, love. You’ll have anything you want.”
I whimper, my body trembling with need as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me aching and empty. His hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly and turning me to face the desk. My palms press against the cool surface, the contrast between the cold glass and the heat of my skin sending a shiver through me.
Lucian’s hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress higher until it bunches around my waist. His fingers hook into thewaistband of my panties, and he pulls them roughly, ripping the delicate fabric. The sound of tearing lace echoes in the room.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commands.
