Page 22 of The Monster You Made
I cry out, the sound muffled against the wall, my walls clenching around him as he pumps roughly, curling to hit that spot that makes my knees buckle.
"You missed this cock, didn't you?" He grinds against my ass, his fingers fucking me deeper, thumb circling my clit with brutal precision. "Missed me stretching this tight little cunt until you scream."
I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but it escapes anyway, raw and desperate. "Shut up and do it, then." My challenge hangs in the air, and I feel his control snap like a taut wire.
He withdraws his fingers, slick with my arousal, and I hear the zipper of his pants, the rustle of fabric. Then his cock is free, hot and heavy against my bare ass, the thick head nudging my entrance. He's huge, always has been, veins pulsing along the shaft, pre-cum smearing my skin.
"Beg for it," he demands, his voice strained, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other guiding himself.
"Fuck you," I repeat, but it's weaker now, my hips rocking back instinctively.
He thrusts forward in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch is exquisite agony, my pussy spasming around his girth as he fills me completely.
"God, yes," I whimper, unable to hold back. He's so deep, pressing against my cervix, the pain mingling with pleasure in that perfect, twisted way only he can give.
Lucian growls, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust jars me against the wall, my breasts scraping the stone through my shirt, nipples aching. His hand releases my hair, both now gripping my hips, fingers digging into flesh as he pounds into me. The slap of skin on skin echoes in the chamber, vulgar and obscene, drowning out Rourke's snores.
"You're mine, Vera," he rasps, his breath ragged. "In this shithole, with death breathing down our necks, mine."
One hand slides up, wrapping around my throat, not choking, but possessive, his thumb stroking the racing pulse. It's a flash of that tenderness beneath the rage, a reminder that this isn't just fucking; it's claiming, needing.
I reach back, my nails raking his thigh, urging him harder. "Harder, you bastard," I demand, my voice hoarse.
He obliges, angling his hips to hit deeper, his cock dragging against my G-spot with every brutal plunge. My orgasm builds like a storm, coiling tight in my belly, my clit throbbing untouched.
He senses it, his free hand dipping between my legs, fingers pinching my clit roughly. "Come for me," he commands, his own rhythm faltering, balls slapping against me. "Squeeze that pussy around my cock. Show me how much you need this."
The words tip me over. I shatter, my vision blurring as waves of pleasure crash through me, my walls milking him in rhythmic pulses. "Lucian!" His name tears from my throat, raw and unfiltered, echoing off the walls.
He follows seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, his cock swelling as he unloads inside me, hot spurts filling me to the brim. "Fuck, Vera," he groans, his body shuddering against mine, forehead pressing to my shoulder in a rare moment of vulnerability.
We stay like that, panting, his softening cock still buried in me, cum trickling down my thighs. But the danger presses in, the summit, Declan, the guards above. This isn't over; it's just a breath in the storm.
Slowly, he pulls out, the emptiness aching. He turns me gently, his hands framing my face, eyes searching mine. "We end this tomorrow," he murmurs, thumb brushing my lip. "Together."
I nod, leaning into him, the fight simmering but not gone. In his arms, with his seed dripping from me, I feel alive, ready to burn it all down.
But the night isn't done with us yet. As Rourke stirs faintly, Lucian's gaze darkens again, promising more. He pushes me back against the wall, dropping to his knees, his mouth hovering over my dripping pussy. "Not done with you," he mutters, voice thick with renewed hunger. His tongue flicks out, lapping at our combined release, cleaning me with deliberate strokes that make my legs tremble.
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. "Then don't stop," I challenge, my voice a whisper of defiance.
He doesn't. His mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard, tongue delving into my folds, tasting himself on me. The vulgarity of it, him eating his own cum from my pussy, sends a fresh wave of arousal surging through me. I grind against his face, shameless, my hips bucking as he devours me like a starving man.
Lucian's hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, his stubble scraping my sensitive skin. He growls into me, the vibration humming through my core. "Taste so fucking good," he mumbles, lips slick with us. Two fingers join his tongue, thrusting back inside, curling to stroke that spot again while he laps at my clit.
I'm already climbing, the oversensitivity from my first orgasm making every touch electric. "Yes, right there," I gasp, my head falling back against the stone. He adds a third finger, stretching me, fucking me with his hand while his mouth works relentlessly.
When I come this time, it's violent, my body convulsing, juices flooding his mouth as I cry out, muffled by my own hand. He drinks it all, not wasting a drop, his eyes locked on mine, dark with possession.
He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk tugging his lips. But there's that flash again, tenderness in the way he pulls my pants up, buckling them with care, his fingers lingering on my skin.
We settle back against the wall, his arm around me, a rare shield in the darkness. Rourke sleeps on, oblivious. Above, the world turns toward dawn, toward blood.
But for now, in this stolen moment, we're whole, forged in fire, bound by fury and need.
The hours crawl by, tension rebuilding like a coiled spring. Lucian's hand rests on my thigh, possessive, his thumb tracing circles that stoke the embers. I shift closer, my body still humming from his touch, but the danger sharpens everything. Declan's speech looms, our plan a razor wire we walk.
When Rourke finally rouses, groaning about his back, Lucian shoots him a glare. "Get some air, Rourke. Scout the upper tunnels."
