by Dani René
“Lucien, darling. How are things going?”
“Fine. What do you want?” I am in no mood for her and her fucking shit.
“I spoke to Sasha; she says you’re acting like a fool. Lucien, you do realize that you need to remember your father needs you. There are certain… requirements.”
“My father and I will speak about whatever he needs from me. I would like you to leave me out of your conniving shit. I am living my life the way I want to.”
“Lucien, you do recall the last time you did that?” The past flashes into my mind and my blood boils. She always does this to me. I can’t deal with this right now. For the first time in years I am happy. I have my girl. With a glance at her again, determination rises inside me. I will make it work with Cassie. “You know she’s just after your money darling. This girl you’re calling your girlfriend is nothing but a gold digger.” My blood is past boiling point and I explode.
Claudia’s words sting and I want to retch. Fuck this! “If you come near Cassie, I will make you pay. Do you understand me?” I spit out and she cackles.
“Lucien Verán, what would your father say to you speaking to me like that?”
“You’re not my fucking mother. Leave me and Cassie the fuck alone.” I hang up before she can reply. Fucking Sasha! She needs to stay the fuck away from me. If she comes near Cassie, she will live to regret it.
I grab a bagel, coffee, and walk back into the tent. She looks at me with tired eyes, and I want to hold her and make her feel better. I am not letting her go. There’s not a fucking chance in hell that she is leaving my life. Ever. Without a word, I slide in next to her. I lean in and trace my tongue along the curve of her neck. Her body trembles and I smile. She’s so fucking responsive. “I brought you something to eat, and a coffee.” She glances at the plate and grins.
“Thank you, handsome.” I am about to lean in when her phones rings and she gets up to take the call. Who is it? Maybe she’s got a boyfriend? No, she said she didn’t. I sit for a few minutes waiting for her to come back. When she doesn’t I get up to find her. She’s standing on the beach staring at the waves. Something is bothering her. It must be the call she received. She’s upset I can tell by the way her body is trembling. I wrap her in my arms, hoping to calm her. “Who was that, baby?”
“Uhm. A friend. Kenna.” Her voice is low and I don’t believe her. I can read her like a book and I don’t think her friend would have upset her this much. She’s hiding something from me. Not that I can blame her, I mean I am hiding something from her as well. Only time will tell if our pasts will make us or break us.
We need to go shopping. I don’t want to be here anymore. My need to get her alone has me nervous. These feelings are dangerous. Especially for me. Anxious to get our evening started, I tighten my hold on her. I don’t want her feeling fear, anger, whatever it is. With me, she will always be happy, at least I hope so. “Come on, we need to go.”
“What about the shoot?” She asks as she follows me into the tent. Darling, that’s the last fucking thing on my mind right now. I face her and my eyes lock on hers and I give her my honest answer.
“Right now, all I want to do is take you back to the house, rip off all your clothes, lick every inch of your silky smooth skin, until my tongue dips into your sweet pussy. Then when you’re writhing on my bed, or any other surface for that matter, I want to bury myself between your thighs, fuck you deep and hard, and make you come all over my cock.”
My voice is a low growl and her cheeks turn a bright pink. As we make our way to the car, I smirk. I love shocking her with my filthy mouth. Now, I want to make her lose control and show me that dirty girl she’s hiding below that innocent exterior. Her response is priceless.
“Oh…”
Chapter 8
Lucien
We walk into the supermarket, hand in hand. It’s strange to be doing something so domestic, but with her it’s natural. I grab a basket as we walk down the aisles. “So, you have a choice of pasta or pasta?” I turn to her and she giggles. My famous lasagna will be on the menu tonight, it’s easy and I doubt I could easily fuck it up. To be honest, I am nervous. Never having cooked a meal for any girl, this is a first for me. Something makes me think that Ms. Winters will bring a lot of firsts to my life.
“I suppose pasta would be good.” She winks at me cheekily and I am tempted to bend her over the vegetable shelves and spank her ass. With the vegetables we need in the basket, I follow her down the aisle to where the pastas are shelved. “Is there a specific one you want?” She holds up two bags, facing me.
“Lasagna, sweetness. It’s the flat one.” I grab the box and place it in the basket. “And we need cheese.” She walks ahead of me and I take in the view of her tight little ass in those tiny shorts. She looks so good, all I want to do is have her bent in front of me, holding onto her ankles. Better yet, I could have her bound, wrists to ankles. My cock springs to life. In the supermarket? She will be the death of me. I follow her down the aisle to the refrigerators. The cool air wafts from the dairy section.
“Gouda or cheddar?” She asks, grabbing a block of each. I walk up behind her, she’s bent over the refrigerator counter and her ass is begging for a spank. I stand flush with her, my cock presses between her cheeks. A gasp escapes her lips. She feels so good and looks even better.
“Don’t move.” My voice a low growl, I glance around and note that we’re alone for a second. I roll my hips against her, the friction sending pleasure all the way down my spine. The ache to be buried deep inside her tight body is taking over my brain and all the blood rushes to my crotch.
“Lucien,” she breathes. I lift my hand and bring it down hard on her ass. She straightens quickly, her pupils dilated and her chest rising and falling faster than normal. “What was that for?” She whispers. I lean in, close to her ear. My chin resting on her shoulder. I am tempted to spin her around and seal her lips with mine, but I opt for teasing her instead.
“For you teasing me. I suggest you behave yourself, or I will spank you again.” Her body is trembling when I reach around her, grab the cheese from her hand and place it in the basket. I step back and she spins around. Her face is one of shock and desire, but she offers a naughty smile.
“Maybe I want you to.” Her words leave me speechless. I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Perhaps she’s naughtier than I thought she was. I underestimated my sweetness.
“Well, then I can’t wait for dessert tonight.” A sly wink and she’s blushing, I turn and walk towards the check out. As soon as we’re at the till, the cashier glances at me, offering me a smile that can mean only one thing. I unpack the basket, ignoring the desire in this girl’s eyes. There’s only one girl I want to have look at me like that and its Cassandra.
“Is that all for you?” Her voice is sultry and her eyelashes flutter just a little too much. Can she not see I am with Cassie? Suddenly an arm loops through mine. Is she staking claim to me? Does she want this? I hope to God she does. Because slowly I am falling for this girl. You can’t fall for her Luke; it will never work.
“Yea, thanks.” I hand her my credit card and make the payment. As we walk out to the car, Cassie doesn’t let go of my arm. The feeling is new to me. I haven’t spent enough time with a girl in this way before. Normally its meeting at a bar, taking her home and fucking her till the early hours of the morning and calling her a cab. The whole concept of dating on the other hand, is not something I do. How the fuck did I get into this situation? Because your cock marked and claimed her not even 24 hours ago! Yup, I am fucked.
When we get back to the house, we unpack the groceries. The natural way we move around each other is comfortable. I am blown away at what this girl has done to me in the short time I have known her. My life is different already; it’s like there is a light in the dark depths of my soul. After Sasha, I didn’t think that I could ever let someone in. The past has always been my barrier. I would stop before thinking about being with a woman. Let alone
a woman like Cassie. As we move through the kitchen, I brush against her on purpose. The light touches make her tremble. The responsiveness she has to me is intoxicating. There’s a storm brewing between us and when it breaks there will be no reprieve from it.
“Would you like to write while I start dinner?” If I don’t get her out of this kitchen soon, there will be no dinner.
“Yes, if you don’t mind. I would prefer to get started with the article as soon as I can.”
“Sure sweetness. I need to get changed and then start my famous pasta!” Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her against me. “And then, I know what I want for dessert!” I seal her mouth with mine in a searing kiss. My tongue pushes against her lips, she opens to me, allowing me access. She tastes so good as I lick into her. When she locks her arms around my neck, I lift her against me. Pure instinct has her legs wrapping around my waist. Our kiss becomes urgent and my cock presses against her heated core, I walk towards the wall pinning her against it. Her body arches into me and our bodies are on fire. Electricity surges through us, between us. I want to rip her clothes off, but first dinner. See, I can be romantic. Feed her first then I get to feast on her.
Whenever she runs her fingers through my hair, it’s like I want to melt into her. We’re joined, our bodies becoming one and the same. There’s something truly erotic about the way she tugs me into her. Almost begging, like she needs me. My cock is straining the front of my jeans and I need her to feel me. I roll my hips into her core. Her body responds and her nipples pebble against my chest. I am about to come in my jeans if she keeps this up.
I pull away, leaving us both breathless. “We need to work… I mean I do and you should cook.” Her adorable innocence tugs at my heart, she stumbles over her words, but instead of being annoyed, I find it endearing. She’s mine. All fucking mine.
“Oh babe, I was cooking.”
She pokes her tongue out, which sends my thoughts whirling, and heat shoots to my crotch. The cheeky brazen act is her attempt to tease me, and she’s succeeded. “Ms. Winters, I suggest you think twice about teasing me with your tongue. Remember, I have a tongue too, and I would love to use it on you.” God, I need to taste her tight little cunt again. I want her coming on my tongue again and again.
As soon as I am in my bedroom, I undo the zipper of my jeans freeing my rigid erection. Fuck, she is beautiful. I should take a cold shower, but I want to get her dinner ready.
I decide on a pair of shorts, and nothing else. That will have her distracted. I make my way back to the living room. She’s sitting on the sofa with her laptop. When her glance meets mine, she squeaks. “You’re cooking in that?” Literally squeaks. I realize she’s as affected by me, as I am by her.
“Yea, is that an issue?” Watching her reaction is priceless, she is chewing on her lower lip and I wonder what’s going on in that beautiful mind.
She’s flushed, averting her gaze. “Yea… No… I am fine.” Her words are a soft mumble and I suppress a chuckle. I doubt she’s fine, because I am not. There is no way I can be fine again with her.
“Stop doing that.” She needs to stop doing that with her mouth. Or biting her finger. She doesn’t notice her little quirks, but I do, so does my cock. Not meeting my gaze, she stares at her screen.
“What?” She asks innocently.
“You know what.” I turn and busy myself in the kitchen. Without another glance at her, I grab the pots I need and make sure all the ingredients are on the table. My eyes dart up again, I can’t stop looking at her. This is the most distracted I have ever been. She’s engrossed in the article and I watch her for a while. Oblivious to anyone else there. She makes some notes on a little notebook and props the pen in her mouth. Her lips wrap around it in such an erotic way that I can’t stop the groan that rumbles low in my chest. At this rate, we will never get dinner.
Once the baking tray is in the oven, I wash up. When I turn, she’s standing at the table. “My God that smells wonderful, Lucien!” Her smile is bright and open; her eyes take in the left over mess in the kitchen.
“Dinner won’t be too much longer. Can I get you a glass of wine, sweetness?” I grab the bottle I took out earlier and smile. Her nod is the only indication that she’s listening, her eyes are raking over my abs. I pull the cork and fill two glasses. When I hand her one, I hold mine up to make a toast. “To our first working trip… And the incredible sex!” My toast earns me a glimpse of her shy sweet smile. We clink glasses and I watch her sip the dark red liquid. It stains her pink lips and I have an intense need to lick them. I need to change the subject.
“How’s your story coming along, you getting work done?” My mind seems to be permanently stuck on being inside her. There are things I need to tell her tonight. I need to explain some things before we get home. Honesty is the only way this will work, but I need to take it slow. Not to overwhelm her.
“I am halfway. It won’t take long to finish.”
“Take another 10 minutes. I will get the table ready.” She goes back to work and I need to put some clothes on. I walk into my bedroom and grab my tank top. My phone buzzes from my bed, it’s Jayce.
* What happened with Sasha? She’s freaking out with me *
I hit reply.
* She’s fucking my life up. It’s over between us, she needs to come to terms with that *
I can’t deal with this right now. Jayce is only trying to keep the peace, I understand that, but he knows as well as I do that it’s over between Sasha and me. There’s no way I am going back there. I don’t love her. Maybe I never did, maybe I am not capable of love. Who knows? With Cassie it’s different, I feel like a man, a good man. She will find out about what I am into and run a mile. I am not right for her, but I can’t stop myself from wanting her. It’s a fucked up situation, but I will enjoy it while I can. Once she leaves me, I will have to find a way to go on. How can my feelings be so strong for her?
I make my way back to the kitchen. I grab the plates and cutlery and set up the table on the patio. Jayce’s words bother me. Sasha will be trouble. Since I broke up with her, actually, since she left me, I haven’t really met anyone that I actually want. Now that Cassie is in my life, I realize that Sasha will try her best to break us up. She’s trying to ruin my life for what happened in our past and I will not let her.
I shake all thoughts of Sasha out of my mind. Tonight is about Cassie and me. I want her to give everything to me. I want her with a passion I never truly had with anyone else. Is this the everlasting love my father tells me about? My mother still left. I don’t understand. The baking tray, along with the salad is on the table, I add two candles in the center and light them. The patio is illuminated in a soft light. It’s romantic. Once the table is ready, I step back inside. She’s so engrossed in her writing she doesn’t notice me staring at her. Why would a girl like her want a tarnished man like me?
Cassandra
“Sweetness, dinner is served.” I glance up and smile. The food smells incredible and I realize just how hungry I am. I shut my laptop and set it on the sofa. I grab my wine and step out onto the terrace. Outside, the night air was warm, and I watch the waves crashing in the distance. The sound of the ocean was soothing. This was such a wonderful location. I am lucky, standing here with an incredible man.
The table is all set, and the food looks amazing. “Here we are my lady,” he bows pulling my chair out. His good mood is infectious, I slip into the chair and wait for him to take a seat across from me. He lit the two white candles in the center of the table. The flames danced and his eyes seemed to twinkle in the dim light. I was continually struck breathless by his beauty. How on earth did I get so lucky?
I grab the salad servers and dish some for myself. It’s silent while we eat. I am about half way through my dinner when I glance up, and catch him watching me. I cock my head to the side and smile. “What?” I am answered with those stunning dimples as he grins. Suddenly his expression changes and he's serious.
“I…” Grabbing
his glass, he takes a sip of wine before continuing. “Please, Cassie? I don’t want you to run from me,” he stares into my eyes, as if he is staring into my heart and soul. I stop breathing because I have no idea how to respond. “There are things you will learn about me, things that aren’t pleasant.” He glances away and I see the conflict inside him. What can be worse than your demons Cassie? What on earth could a man so beautiful have done?
“Lucien, don’t—”
“Cassandra, I need to.” He looks back. My heart is racing and all I want to do is hold him. I want to tell him it doesn't matter, that our history is just that, it's in the past. “My relationships have been… different. I haven’t ever been with anyone I wanted to be with.” I frown at him, but wait for an explanation. “My mother has an ideal for me. She needs me to be married to a particular girl. Her role in my life is to pair me up with a girl that will make sure the Verán Industries name carries on. She sets me up continually with her friends’ daughters and I suppose in the past I was okay with it.” He takes another sip of wine and stares me. He isn’t expecting my reply, and the shock on my face must be visible. “As frustrating as it was I always obeyed.” He goes silent for a moment and I don’t think I want to hear anymore.
I nod, understanding what he meant. He was a successful businessman, an heir to a throne. Born into money I am certain his mother doesn’t need a lowly writer to be with her son. “Lucien, I understand. When we go back, this…” I pointed between us. “It’s just professional.”
Anger laces his handsome face, and he shakes his head. “No! That’s what I needed to explain to you.” He grabs my hand, and he gives it a squeeze. “I am done attending to my mother's wishes. I need you Cassandra,” his voice urgent and his eyes flash with ferocity and desire and I melt into my chair.
