Page 18 of Saint
I wake with a start,the first rays of dawn filtering through the blinds of my bedroom. For a moment, I’m disoriented, my mind still clouded with sleep. Then I feel the warm body pressed against mine, and everything comes rushing back.
Lily. Jackson’s daughter. In my bed.
I turn my head slowly, taking in her sleeping form. She looks impossibly young and vulnerable like this, her dark hair spilling across my pillow, her face peaceful in slumber. A pang of something—guilt, perhaps—twists in my gut.What the fuck was I thinking?She’s nineteen. Governor Moore’s daughter. Off-limits in every conceivable way.
But then she shifts in her sleep, the sheet slipping down to reveal the perfect curve of her breasts, and all rational thought abandons me. Her nipples are still rosy from my attention last night, and the sight of them makes my cock harden instantly.
I’m damned. Completely and utterly damned.
As if sensing my gaze, her eyes flutter open, confusion giving way to recognition and then to a shy smile that does things to my chest I don’t want to examine too closely.
“Good morning,” she whispers, her voice husky with sleep.
I don’t respond with words. Instead, I pull her into my arms, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss that has her melting against me. She tastes like innocence and sin, a combination that’s quickly becoming my personal brand of heroin.
“Luca,” she breathes against my lips, her body arching instinctively toward mine.
I sit up against the headboard, pulling her with me until she’s straddling my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. Lily's eyes widen as she feels my hard length pressing against her core.
“Take me inside you,” I command, my voice rough with need.
She bites her lower lip—a gesture I’m quickly becoming addicted to—and slowly lowers herself onto my cock. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me, inch by inch, nearly makes me lose control. She winces slightly, still sore from last night, but doesn’t stop until I’m fully seated within her.
“That’s it,” I praise, grasping her hips to guide her movements. “Ride me, baby girl. Show me how much you want this cock.”
She begins to move, tentative at first, then with growing confidence as pleasure overtakes discomfort. Her breasts bounce with each movement, a hypnotic sight that has me reaching up to cup them, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, thrusting up to meet her downward movements. “So perfect. Such a good girl, taking me so deep.”
Her pace quickens, her breathing becoming labored as she chases her pleasure. I grip her waist tightly, driving up into her with increasing force, watching her face contort with ecstasy.
“Lily,” I say, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. “I want you to go home today, pack your things, and come back here.
She stills above me, her eyes flying open in shock. “What? I can’t do that.”
“You can,” I insist, continuing to thrust up into her, making it difficult for her to focus. “And you will."
“Luca, I have school, my father would?—”
I don’t let her finish. In one swift movement, I flip her onto her back, hooking her ankles over my shoulders. The new position allows me to penetrate her even deeper, and I drive into her with punishing force that has her crying out.
“That wasn’t a request,” I tell her, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “You’re mine now. No one—not your father, not anyone—is going to keep us apart.”
Her eyes darken at my words, her pussy clenching around me. The little minx is aroused by my dominance, by the idea of being possessed so completely.
“But my father...” she protests weakly, even as her hips rise to meet my thrusts.
“Your father,” I growl, reaching between us to circle her clit with my thumb, “doesn’t get a say in this. Not anymore.”
The combination of my words and my touch pushes her over the edge. She comes with a scream, her back arching off the bed as a gush of wetness soaks my cock and the sheets beneath us. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Lily Moore coming undone, squirting around my cock as I continue to pound into her mercilessly.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, shaking my head in awe as she trembles through the aftershocks. "You’re mine now, baby girl. Do you understand that? Mine.”
Her eyes, hazy with pleasure, meet mine, and she nods, accepting her fate—accepting me—with a surrender that’s as beautiful as it is complete.
I drive into her one final time, my release tearing through me with an intensity that leaves me momentarily blind. I emptymyself deep inside her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
As I collapse beside her, pulling her sweat-slicked body against mine, I know I’ve crossed a line I can never uncross. I’ve taken the governor’s daughter, claimed her as my own, and I have no intention of letting her go.
