by Dani René
“Lucien.” I could never be the girl his mother chose for him. A simple girl like me, with demons of my own. I couldn’t do this to him.
He raises my hand and kisses my knuckles. Without another word, he rises and steps into the living room. Turning on the sound system. A deep haunting voice fills the silence and I glance up, looking at the speakers on the deck. I didn’t recognize the song. “Who is this?” I ask when he joins me again.
He offers me his hands and I gratefully accept, then he pulls me to my feet. The song is so beautiful as the melody breaks the silence, he wraps his arms around my waist. Instinctively, my arms hold on to his neck. My fingers tangle through the soft hair at the base of his neck. “It’s an artist called Laurel.” His voice is low; his lips find the spot on my neck that sends shivers racing down my spine. He moves back, the lyrics wash over me as I look into olive eyes that hold so much emotion.
When the song ends, I pull away. I need to put some distance between us, because I can’t think straight, but he pulls me back. “Was that a hint?” I smile up at him, his eyes gleaming. He gives me a non-committal shrug and I giggle. “A man of many words aren’t you Mr.…” I taunt. His eyebrows shoot up promptly. “Lucien,” I wink and draw out of his tender embrace.
“Oh, playing that teasing game are we?” An amused expression takes over and I don't answer, instead I turn to look at the ocean. My hands on the wooden rail of the balcony. “I can play games as well.” His voice at my ear, and his hot breath on my neck. My breath hitches at his words. Don’t hurt me Lucien, please? He stands behind me, his arms either side of me caging me in. The heat of his body is intoxicating. I need to lighten the mood after his words.
“It’s not a game handsome. I never play games.” I say quietly as he wraps his arms around me. The heat of his chest warming my back. His chin resting on my shoulder, I feel the stubble against my skin. I imagine how good it would be between my thighs as he goes down on me. Fuck, I want him. I am acting like a wanton slut for a man I don’t even know. A man with so many secrets, but then again, I have my own secrets too.
“I do,” he murmurs and my heart stops. “In the bedroom.” He whispers in my ear and his teeth tug on my earlobe. A moan escapes my lips and I flush. His arousal pressing against my ass and I realize that we will never get to finish dinner now.
“Do you now?” I ask, as I watch the stars twinkling in the darkened sky. My voice comes out raspy. He knows he affects me.
“Ms. Winters, you have no idea.” His voice is dark and dangerous, sending anticipation straight down my spine to my core. I would like you to show me!
“Would you care to show me?” I push back against his groin, rubbing my ass along the hard ridge of his cock. “Mr. Verán.” The name is a whisper, barely audible. His hand reaches up and grips my neck. His teeth bite the skin behind my ear. I am aching and on fire. “Are you positive you are ready for me Ms. Winters?” I hear the rasp in his deep voice and the heat coils in my lower abdomen. My skin alight with desire, and I would have done anything for him right there. I haven’t been so turned on before.
“Yes.” I breathe. Oh God, I hope I am making the right decision. He makes me feel so fucking incredible, I can’t go back now.
His other hand moves over my breast, pinching and tweaking my now rock hard nipple through the thin fabric of my top. Those expert fingers trace a line down to my bellybutton. My body humming with anticipation as his hand slips into the waistband of my jeans and the flimsy cotton panties. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” I shudder when he strokes my heated entrance and teases my bundle of nerves. “Do you like me holding you down, Cassie?” I sigh into the night and my head drops back onto his shoulder. His other hand still at my neck holding me in place. I can’t find words to respond, so I push back against his cock again and it twitches against my ass.
His teasing is relentless as my body trembles and my release climbs. Higher and higher from his expert touch. Slowly sliding two fingers inside me, he whispers. “You are so fucking perfect. So hot, tight and wet. Only for me.” His words and his fingers sending me to the brink. He continues the exquisite torture and I am dripping on his hand. My shoulder heats from his kisses, his teeth bite my sensitive skin. It’s like electricity shooting through me. I feel my orgasm about to erupt then he stops. My whimper is fueled with anguish, and pain. The ache and need to find release clouds my senses.
“Do you like teasing me, Cassandra?” He pulls his fingers out and turns me around, licking them one by one, our eyes locked. Watching him lick my arousal from his fingers has me whimpering again. I chew on my lip. I need him inside me. The only time I am whole, fixed, was when he filled me.
“I need you.” I voice my thoughts and he draws me against him. His lips cover mine, kissing me roughly, while his fingers fist my hair holding me still. His dominating tongue invades my roughly. Taking control of the kiss. Our tongues dance and tangle as I taste myself on him. I couldn’t get enough of him. My body responds to him in ways I never dreamed possible. I am flying and the fear of landing squeezes my heart painfully. He lifts me by my ass, I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me to the living room.
He breaks our kiss; his voice is low and raspy. “I need to be inside you.” He tugs at my shorts and panties, pulling them down in one swift move. I watch him undo his shorts and slide them down. He wasn’t wearing boxers and his impressive erection stands proudly. Once he’s kneeling between my thighs, he grips his cock and teases me. Slow strokes against my bare pussy with the tip of his cock, I lift my hips towards him, moaning. His dark gaze is hungry, the hunter catching his prey. He looks down at me, with eyes that are black with desire. “You want me inside you, baby?” I nod. I have never been so ready in my life. My body craved him. Needed him to take me, own me, and possess me. Where the fuck did that come from? I don’t care, I want it, and I want it with him.
He slams into me suddenly and I cry out as I come undone around him. My body shuddering violently below him from my release and he stills inside me. He watches, and waits. As I calm from my orgasm, he moves again, sliding out to the tip and driving back inside me. Filling me entirely, like he was made to be inside me.
“My lumière,” his voice is gentle in my ear, contradictory to his movements as he plunges into me repeatedly. My legs lock around his waist pulling him in deeper, never wanting him to stop. I was on the verge again as I felt the heat rise inside me. He made me feel things I never thought I would again. Fixed me with his words, his touch, his kisses, and the way he made love to me, the way he fucked me. His body tensing and I knew he was close. “My lumière,” he repeated the words as he tensed inside me, filling me with his release. My body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through me and I clenched around him. Holding on to him like I would disappear without him in my arms. There was something shifting between us and there was no turning back. This weekend would change our relationship, from a work related one to something entirely different. As I look up into sparkling green eyes, my heart doesn’t hurt. For the first time it feels like I can breathe. Lucien Verán was breathing life into me, into the shattered heart and soul I have hidden away for far too long.
Lucien
I open my eyes to my phone vibrating on the nightstand, it’s Monday morning, and I promised Cassie a workout. Today will be our last work day here. Tomorrow I have the surprise planned, and I am nervous. I hope she will love it. With a quick glance at her, I find she’s sound asleep. We didn’t go to bed till late and I don’t want to wake her so early, but we are going running. I grab my briefs and tug them on. The first and most important thing is to put the coffee machine on. In the kitchen, I make sure there’s chilled water in the fridge for after our run. The coffee should be ready in ten minutes, now it’s time to wake my girl.
“Sweetness! Wake up, sleepy head.” I lean over her, my hand stroking her cheek. Her gaze rakes over me and I see the hunger in her eyes. None of that now, darling.
“Good morning to you too ha
ndsome.”
“Come on gorgeous, you owe me a workout.” She looks adorable as she groans at the mention of a workout, but I am not letting her go that easy.
“What time is it?”
“5:45” I kneel on the bed. All I want to do is devour her.
“Okay, give me ten minutes and we can go. And you’re not going like that!” She points at my boxers and naked torso.
“Why? I assumed you preferred me without my clothes on.” I want no one seeing you naked either baby. When she sits up and I can tell she’s sore from last night. Oh baby, you will be aching when I get you in my bedroom at home. I get off the bed and watch her.
“Yes. I do, but no one else is allowed to see you like that!” Her jealousy is refreshing, the fact that she feels it at all makes me smile. I feel exactly the same about other men looking at her.
“Ooh do I detect a hint of jealousy?” I tug on my grey pants and tie the string at my waist. Her gaze is hungry; my grin threatens to crack my face. She loves staring at me.
“No, I have nothing to be jealous about.” She’s still so unsure of my feelings for her. It’s like she thinks that I will up and cheat on her. It’s not my style. When I have a woman, she’s all mine and I am all hers. “Or do I?” She pokes her tongue out at me again. That tongue of hers will get her into a lot of trouble with me. Her teasing is clear; she needs to realize that I love to tease as well and when I do, it will be until she is begging me to make her come.
“No, you do not, sweetness, at all. Trust me. And if you wish to get out of this house today, I suggest you stop poking your tongue at me.”
I grab my black tank top and leave her to get ready. In the kitchen, I pour the freshly brewed coffee and wait. Normally, I love my own space, but she makes me want to spend time with her. All the time. When she walks into the kitchen, blood rushes straight to my cock. She’s dressed in a tiny pair of blue running shorts, a matching sports bra, and flimsy see through tank top. She has curves for days; her breasts are natural, and her legs are shapely. Every man’s wet dream, but she’s all mine. I am tempted to forget the run and just take her to bed, but I promised her a workout. All I can do is hope it will calm the raging erection in my pants. “I made some coffee, drink up and then we can go.” She smiles and picks up the cup. The need to avert my eyes is strong, she’s so inviting, alluring.
When she’s finished, I grab the keys and we head out onto the quiet road. I love being on the island, there’s not very many people awake at this time of the day and I enjoy the peacefulness. We’re evenly matched, and I marvel in the way she runs with such ease. Every footfall is hard, but at the same time feminine. We chat about nothing in particular. Sweat glistens on her skin and all I can think of is ripping her bra off and sucking her nipples until they peak in my mouth. Tugging her shorts off and tasting her sweet little pussy. Stop it, Verán! How am I supposed to run with a fucking hard on?
Once we get back to the house, I unlock the door and step inside. My muscles are aching. I love the pain. I grab two bottles from the fridge and hand her one. With a large gulp I finish mine, enjoying the cool water. When my gaze locks on her, I stare at the water on her mouth and the drops fall to her breasts. She has not looked sexier than she does now.
“What?” She asks when she glances at me, she does not understand what the fuck she does to me.
“Fuck this!” I can’t stop myself anymore, grabbing her I throw her over my shoulder. Like a fucking caveman, but I don’t care, I need her now.
“Lucien! What are you doing?” Spanking her ass, she yelps and I chuckle. “Put me down!” Fuck, I can’t wait to see her sweet little ass pink. In my bathroom, I set her down on the counter top and proceed undressing. I grab the tank top she’s wearing and shred it from her body.
“Lucien.” Her breathing hikes and her pules riots in her throat. Those mocha eyes are glistening with hunger and need that I myself feel. I undo the bra restraining her tits and when they fall free, I lean forward and devour them. My mouth suckles them, just the way I know she likes it. I bite down on her nipple and she whimpers. She likes a bit of pain, and I realize she must be soaking wet. I move my mouth to her other breast and show it the same attention. She tastes too good. Like honey and sweat. Soft and feminine. I want to make sure I am the only one that she aches for.
In one quick movement I pull her shorts and panties off. Her scent is intoxicating and so fucking sexy. I seal her mouth with a kiss, her lips open for me and I lick into her. The sweetness on her tongue has my cock hard as steel. I break the kiss and head to the shower. “I want you wet and slippery.”
Once I turn on the taps, I concentrate on her again. I stroke her thighs, massaging her. Just enough pressure to send tingles straight to her pussy. Her lips part and a soft moan escapes her lips. She’s so fucking ready for me, but I restrain myself, it will be so much better when I finally drive into her, in the shower.
I undress and her hungry gaze is enough to tell me that she wants me. “Do you know what you do to me, sweetness?” She shakes her head hastily. This girl will be my undoing, she already is. Fear constricts my heart when I look at her, there is something close to love on her face and I can’t have her love me. Yes, I can. Fuck. My emotions are in turmoil. The last time someone loved me, I couldn’t handle it. Honesty, that’s what I need to give her, but I need it from her as well. I know there is something she is hiding from me. “I just don’t want to fuck this up. You need to always be honest with me okay, baby?” I am pleading with her. Can she see it?
Something flickers across her face and she hops off the counter and steps into the shower. Fuck, Verán, you’re making her sad. What the fuck was that though? Why is she pulling away now? I follow her in and close the door. “Cassandra.” I turn her to face me. With my index finger, I trace a slow line from her ear to her chin, lifting her face. I need eye contact. The need to see what she’s feeling. I wish I could read her mind that’s the only way to know for sure if she wants this. Why can’t she see I care about her? I want her for fuck sake. She needs to stop running from me, but I know as soon as she learns my secrets that’s exactly what she will do.
“I care about you, I want you. Please stop running?” Her touch is like a drug to me, quelling my fears, lighting my darkness. The ugliness that lies deep inside me. We’re both standing there soaked from the warm spray, her body pressed against mine and I know she can feel I am rock hard. I lift her up, pin her against the wall and slide into her. “Your pussy is perfect, so tight, hot and slick. Just for me.” My drives are slow, taking her higher, and she takes me. I want her to feel every inch of me inside her tight body. Her pussy is amazing. Tight, warm, and mine.
The dark need to possess her tugs at me and I grip her neck. My thrusts become urgent, pinning her back flush against the tiles. Like I did last night, I hold her in place. She accepts me like this. Her moans are raspy. I want to hear her moan all the time. For me. While I am inside her. I want to heal her, hurt her, possess her, and make her mine completely. With her earlobe between my teeth, I bite down. She flies over the edge and I feel her come around my cock. Her arousal coating me. Her body convulses and her eyes flutter closed as she rides out her orgasm. Fuck, she’s perfect. “You are mine Cassandra, entirely mine.” For the third time in the past two days I claim her, my release fills her, marking her as mine. Taking her straight to hell with me. This sweet innocent girl is mine. Tomorrow we go back to LA and I don’t even know how I will introduce her into my world. Will she run as I expect her to? Or will she give me a chance?
Chapter 9
Lucien
Tuesday had arrived too soon. I needed more time away from everyday life to make sure she will not run. This was supposed to be a one-night stand, but somehow she’s got under my skin. My gaze is on the lines and patterns of the ceiling. My mind reeling with thoughts of going back to work, to everything that would threaten to ruin us. Cassie and me. For the first time in years, I have some semblance of happiness and I don’t want it
to be ripped away.
I glance at her, the way those soft brown curls are fanned out on the pillow, she looks like an angel. And me? I am the devil. Polar opposites as my father always tells me. He and my mother were the same. I wonder what he would make of Cassandra. Would he approve? She’s not exactly high society, but that’s the whole point, I want a real girl. Not some manufactured bitch who was made in a plastic surgeon’s office.
I notice her eyes flutter open and I smile. Her back is smooth and her skin is glowing, I am tempted to stroke her. Mine. Every inch of her gorgeous body. All mine. I turn and plant soft kisses from her neck, moving down to her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine, as she twists around, and I am overcome by emotion. I don’t know how to do this. How can I open up to someone? To let her into my twisted desires is not something I planned.
“Morning handsome.” She glances at me over her shoulder.
“Good morning sweetness.”
“Are we heading to the beach today?”
Her fingers in my hair send tingles down my spine. “Ms. Winters, do you want to get me wet?” I tease her, eliciting a giggle. I fucking love that sound.
“Maybe?” She rolls over, she is so beautiful. It’s like looking at a painting. Pure perfection. “I don’t want to leave here. It’s been…” When her face falls, so does my heart. Her concerns match mine. We both realize leaving might be the end of us. Although I vow to myself I won’t let that happen, I don’t voice it to her. How can I? There is no way I can give her forever, but walking away is not an option.
“My lumiére, don’t doubt us? Don’t doubt me, please? And you promised, no running!” My voice is serious and she nods. There’s something in her eyes that scares me, something she’s not telling me. I can’t force her to, but she needs to learn she can trust me.
