Page 14 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
“I’ll kill him.” His threat sliced through the silence. Footsteps sounded, and I turned to look, but Lucian growled, his grip on my neck stiffening.
He forced me closer until my chest smashed into his. The hold remained stiff yet not hard enough to hurt unless I fought to pull back. He leaned down, and his vanilla scent played along my senses. A shiver crested up my spine. I gritted my teeth and lifted my chin.
“Alex isn’t a threa?—”
He sneered and tossed me onto the couch. I landed on my side with a yelp. I didn’t have time to balance myself because heshoved me face down onto the cushion. Cold air brushed my ass, and then he ripped off my borrowed pants.
I gasped from the release of pressure on my sex. His hand returned to my nape, forcing my cheek against the couch. My arms stayed curled under me, trapped, and I helplessly writhed. The couch cushion dipped, and he spread my legs with his knees, baring me ass-up.
“The only name you say is Lucian,” he snarled, sliding his cock inside my core with a hard pump until he stuffed his knot into me. I grunted from the force, my sex clamping around his girth. I screamed, my body accepting the familiar cock. He ground his pelvis against my ass, his balls tapping against my thighs. Slick dripped down my inner thighs, and as much as I wanted his body, I held myself still, panting. It took everything in me not to move toward the pressure inside my channel.
Lucian heaved raggedly, his muscled arms flexing as they braced him over me.
“Where have you been?” he snarled. “Who did you touch?”
“Who did I fuck, you mean?” I spat.
Lucian stilled, and since his body was against mine, it felt like he’d shatter. A growl rumbled from his chest: deep, resonating, harsh. He pulled his hips back, causing liquid to slick my inner thighs. He slammed inside me again. I tried to hold back my whine, biting my lower lip hard and squeezing my hands into fists. His pace picked up, and with each hard shove, I jolted into the couch.
I couldn’t stop grunting from the power of his thrusts. He commanded me so easily, made me into a bundle of bliss without trying, but I did. Not. Move.
I hated how much I loved his fucking. Keeping my groans and gasps in check was hard.
“Moan for me, Princess,” he ordered, gutturally. His hands on my hips tightened, and he picked me up by my waist until myweight fell on my forearms. The angle touched something deep inside me—the secondary nerves.
That, combined with the pop and release of his knot entering and leaving my core, I couldn’t stop the orgasm. It rippled through my limbs, and I screamed. My thighs spasmed. Lucian groaned, picking up his pace.
“Good, Josephine,” he praised, and my channel clamped around his cock again. He gasped, his pace halting. “Fuck, mate. Your pussy grips onto me so deliciously.” As if to reinforce his claim, my channel squeezed him again. The release tapered down, allowing me to breathe.
Panting, I thumped my forehead against the couch. He didn’t stop his pace, his cock sliding in and out of me, eliciting more and more shivers from my channel.
His palm slid across my ass, and he squeezed my flesh in his large palm. “Beautiful.”
I couldn’t stop shaking. He slowly pulled out of me, and his knot leaving released a wave of moisture. Lucian rolled me to my back and organized my legs around his waist, my sex parted for him. He reached down and slid two fingers across my sensitive, twitching thighs, the moisture glinting on his fingertips. He popped them into his mouth.
“You’re delicious.”
He climbed up my body until his face hovered over mine. I was so limp I could only watch him. His lips touched mine. The soft press so gentle it made my stomach flutter.
How dare he come at me like this? He fucked me without reservation, anger guiding his movements. If he thought he could do what he wished with me, he had another thing coming.
Using every bit of strength I could muster, I tossed my leg around his waist and pushed up, forcing him to roll off the couch and thud onto the carpet. I landed on top of him, his cock juttingup a few inches from where I rested on his thighs. I clasped the wet thickness and pushed onto my knees.
With my eyes on his, I slowly sank down on his length. Every inch down—I felt the glide of his throbbing, ready-to-burst cock. Once I took most of him, I hovered over his base, not taking his knot yet.
His lips were parted, and he watched me with feverish eyes. He looked so needy, it made my sex clasp him. He grunted and his neck strained.
“Josephine,” he murmured, his trembling hand lifted to my cheek, cupping it so lovingly it made my heart stutter. I gritted my teeth, fighting my desires and cravings. “Please tell me it isn’t true. Please tell me you didn’t fuck anyone.”
I sucked in a breath. The pain in his eyes was a visceral ache in my chest.
I’d never really understood the saying that the heart and mind could conflict so viscerally until this moment.
All I could focus on was howshe’dlooked staring up at him in his office. The same office he’d fucked me in.
How many times had they screwed in there?
I gritted my teeth. They’d been close. Was it possible he was hiding her? That he harbored that bitch? That he might know where she was?
