Page 98 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
She huffed out a laugh.
“And what do I owe the honor to? Do you want tips on how to keep him satisfied?” she moaned exaggeratedly. “He loves lingerie.” Instant rage bubbled in my stomach, but that smug look on her face stopped it before it could spill out. I smoothed my expression.
“You weren’t successful in keeping him. Why would I come to you?” I screwed my lips into a pout.
Rage flashed through her eyes, before settling into an evil glint.
“You watched us that day, didn’t you?” she breathed. “When he came in, he wasn’t himself. He smelled of another shifter.” Her lip curled with disgust. “He kissed me with desperation and ordered me to my knees. His dick tasted so fucking good?—”
I slapped her, cutting off her disgusting words.
“It was the last time you got to have him, wasn’t it?” I made an effort to look disapproving, using every bit of force I had not to scream and satisfy this jealousy eating up my stomach. “Yet, you kept chasing after him.” I shook my head. “You have no shame or pride, huh?”
“Shut up, bitch,” she hissed.
I smiled, watching her struggle against her bindings.
“I just feel sad for you.” I clicked my tongue repeatedly. “I want you to know, I could save your life right now. I could march right inside and tell Lucian to make sure you leave the country.” I neared her face. “But I won’t,” I whispered. “Consider your death a gift from me.”
I knelt and grabbed the roll of tape.
“What are you doing—” Her words became muffled as I slapped the adhesive side to her lips and wound it around her head, making sure to catch her hair in it too.
With that, I turned on my heels toward the door. I was fuming, but I didn’t want to show her how angry I was.
I was seeing red, and my only focus was getting inside the house. I stormed down the hall and upstairs. Finally, I reached my bedroom and opened all the fucking drawers in the wardrobe. Bingo. There were no lingerie sets, but the matching thong and lacy bra would work. I shucked my clothing and slid them on, then padded back into the hall, heading directly for Lucian’s office.
I shoved his door open. He lifted his head, and his eyes widened.
He lowered the glass of whiskey and frowned at me.
“What are you . . .?” I sauntered toward him, my stride wide.
I slid my fingers across the desk and then the arms of his chair. I yanked until he swiveled toward me, and I dropped to my knees between his legs. His eyes widened.
Slowly, I undid his belt and popped open the button of his jeans. With my eyes on his, I tugged down the zipper.
His shaft bobbed out, thick and hard. I gripped him. Precum rose to the tip. I leaned forward and licked it clean.
Lucian groaned, his head falling back. His pleasure did something wicked to my body. I bobbed my head lower, taking more of him.
“Yes, Princess, take my cock.” I swirled my tongue around the mushroom head and lifted, my mouth detaching with a pop.
“Yes, sir,” I teased. He growled.
I swirled my tongue and rubbed my thumb against his swelled knot.
“You’re a menace,” he croaked. I smiled around his dick and continued licking and pumping my hand. Saliva and precum slicked my palm. I forced the tip of his cock against the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” He stiffened, thigh muscles trembling.
His fingers tangled in my hair, and he panted. He shoved me down harder on his cock, his breathing quickening.
He came suddenly—hard and violently.
Cum filled my mouth, trickling from the corner of my mouth. I swallowed, rubbing his shaft with my tongue. He whimpered, and Moon, it made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs together.
I leisurely licked his cum and cleaned his shaft, peeking up at his pleasure-riddled expression.
