Page 55 of Prettiest Little Thief
“Are you going to have any?” I asked, nodding toward the cake. His eyes didn’t leave me for even a second.
“No, I have something else in mind for dessert.” The intensity of his gaze burned hotter, sending my stomach twirling.
With as much bravado as I could muster, I tore off a piece of cake and popped it into my mouth. Then I proceeded to seductively suck my thumb into my mouth. It had been a while since I’d had sex, but I wasn’t some scared little virgin.
A growl reverberated from Lucas, and that was the only warning I received before he dropped the container and lunged at me, sweeping me up into his arms. A cry of shock left me as he marched through his mansion with me pinned to his chest.
“The cake!” I practically screamed.
“Fuck the cake. I’ll buy you another one,” Lucas said.
Laughter erupted from me as he took the steps two at a time, eating up the distance from the first floor to the second. But he didn’t turn toward my room. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“My room.Ourroom.”
My palms started to sweat, and I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my racing mind. An avalanche of thoughts and feelings burst through me as I tried to process Lucas’s words.Our room. And what we were going to do in said room.
Did I want to have sex with Lucas? For some reason, even though he could be a grouch at times, I felt cared for. Seen and accepted with all of my flaws by the man. He stirred something to life inside of me, bringing forward every desire and hope I had buried so deeply within myself.
Lucas was giving me the one thing I wanted most in life. Freedom. Not just from paying off my debt that I owed the Crimson Brotherhood. I could finally get back into the nursing program and start fresh.
So, again, did I want to have sex with him? Without a doubt in my mind.
With my arms linked around his neck, I allowed my fingers to run through the short hair there. I could have sworn I felt a small shiver from Lucas, but he didn’t falter his stride. Once we passed through the threshold of the bedroom, he used his foot to shove the door closed. Then he placed me onto my feet. Between one breath and the next, Lucas’s mouth was on mine.
Lust fulminated within me, an explosion of desire heightened in every one of my nerve endings. From tip to toe, I could feel Lucas. Not just with his mouth and tongue buteverywhere. He invaded every fiber of my being, inside and out. The virility of his touch soaked into me as he skimmed his hands down my arms, leaving a static charge in their wake. I absorbed and fell into every sensation that assaulted my senses. Lucas’s presence was demanding enough, but his touch, his need, was all consuming.
He backed me up toward the large four poster bed until I fell onto my back, his lips never leaving mine. The plush white comforter was cool against my exposed flesh. The buttery material was such a contrast to the fervid heat the front of my body was experiencing. A raging inferno that increased every second from the closeness of my husband.
With more urgency, Lucas ran his hands down to my hips, bunching my dress roughly as he tugged, and the sound of tearing fabric caused me to gasp and momentarily pull back from his lush mouth. “What are you doing?”
“I need you now, Monroe. If I don’t taste every inch of you this second, I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” he said. His lips landed on my neck as he jerked his grasp again. My dress split up the center, until Lucas had completely shredded it in half, pulling the tattered edges apart.
He pulled back and gazed down at my lingerie set Evie had brought me to wear tonight. A growl of appreciation came just before he darted forward and latched onto one of my nipples through the lace. My back bowed, and the warmth of his tongue elicited a moan of ecstasy from me.
Lucas trailed his hands down the center of my stomach, his fingertips tickling my skin. Goosebumps erupted down my limbs, and a deep pulse of need blossomed between my legs. I attempted to close my thighs against the building ache, but my effort was thwarted by Lucas. He released my breast from his mouth while simultaneously shoving my legs apart again and dropping to his knees.
“No, little thief. You’ll keep these pretty legs spread for me until I say so.” The pressure of his fingers on my skin sent a storm through my lower belly. A cyclone of ardor swirled within me as Lucas leaned forward and brushed his nose against my clothed sex. “Fuck, you smell delicious.” He flicked his tongue out against my panties, nearly making me come undone at the seams. I groaned and writhed my hips, wanting more. But Lucas had yet to give in to my need for him.
He ran a finger under the edge of my thong and brushed his knuckle over my clit. “Lucas,” I whimpered breathlessly.
“I love my name on your lips. So full of need, and your pussy so ripe for the taking.” He pulled my underwear to the side, and then his hot mouth was on me. He licked and sucked my core as the tension of my orgasm immediately started to peak. I was so worked up, so turned on. I had denied myself a self-induced orgasm for weeks now. Not wanting to bring the hots I had for Lucas to the forefront of my mind. But now, with him settled between my thighs and his devilish mouth latched onto me, he was pushing me past the point of no return.
My climax slammed into me, stars dancing in my vision as every single nerve within me sparked to life. My head thrashed back and forth as I screamed Lucas’s name. He continued to lap at my overly sensitive clit. “Lucas, please,” I begged for him to stop. The sensation overwhelmed me as I tried to push my body up the bed. But I was weak and dazed from the force of my release.
He stopped. But only for a moment. “I’m not done with this sweet little cunt, wife.” His lust-filled gaze bore into mine as I stared down my body at him, and my stomach dipped with excitement. “I’m going to make you come again, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
I squealed in delight as he pushed two fingers into my slit, and his mouth was on me again. My legs quivered from how overstimulated I was, but after a few minutes, the feeling of another impending orgasm started to build. My body thrummed with the wildness of a claimed woman, taking everything Lucas had to give me. He worked his digits in time with his tongue, encircling my nub while he pushed deeper into me. The wave of pleasure crashed into me, my hands tangled in the sheets as my core fluttered around Lucas’s fingers, a wild cry of bliss escaping me.
I tried to gulp down air as my chest heaved. Lucas withdrew his mouth and fingers from me and peeled my panties down my shaking thighs. “God, you’re perfect.”
A giggle bubbled up from me as I shoved what remained of my dress down my arms. Lucas pushed to his feet and started to unbutton his dress shirt, and my giggles died as I watched with lustful intrigue. Lucas’s physique never ceased to amaze me. His heavily tattooed torso came into view, and I bit my lip, a renewedheat hammering through my core as his corded muscles flexed and rippled with his movements.
“Like what you see?” he asked, a smug smirk pasted onto his face.
“Maybe.”
“You know,” he continued as he tossed his shirt to the floor. “I have a feeling you weren’t looking for the kitchen the night I caught you outside of the gym.”
