Broken by Desire

by Dani René

  He reaches around, gripping my neck, and pulls me up against him. My back is flush with his chest. When his teeth tug at ear, my core tightens again, and he growls in response. “Come for me lumiére, give me your light.” His growl in my ear shatters me as my orgasm surges through my body. Lucien stills inside me, but his grip doesn’t relent. “Now, you’re going to cum again, with me again.”

  His thrusts start again and this time they’re fast and I know he’s close. Placing soft wet kisses on my neck, his lips find the sweet spot behind my ear and he sucks my sensitive skin into his mouth. My back arches again, this time another orgasm is just out of my reach. “My lumiére, mine. Forever.” He slams into me, “Come for me.” He grunts as his body tenses behind me, my heated pussy tightens and my body spasms again as another orgasm splinters me and Lucien’s hot release fills me. Nothing could have pulled us apart, the connection was tangible. The love I had for this man was dangerous, dark and all consuming.

  In the quiet of the room, we lay in each other’s arms. “Cassie, I am never letting you go. I want you to trust me. Saying those things to you ripped my soul apart. My love for you is all consuming.” Can he read my mind? Our legs are intertwined and my head is on his chest, I hear the steady rhythm of his heart. I trace the tattoo that covers half his bicep, a large dragon. The intricate design is beautiful.

  “I trust you with my heart and soul.” Kissing the top of my head, his fingers stroke my arm and I shiver. I trace the lines of his sculpted body. He is so delicious. The toned muscles of his chest and stomach, smooth tanned skin. I dip my finger in the ridges of his v muscles, his breath hitches as I hit a spot on his v line that is particularly sensitive. “Are you ticklish, Mr. Verán?” I ask playfully. When I sit up and lean forward tracing the same spot with my tongue and his gaze becomes dark and dangerous. The mossy green shines with a mischievous glint.

  “Ms. Winters, may I remind you, that you shouldn’t tease me, there will be consequences.” His playful smile is back and I giggle. Kneeling at his stomach, I trace my tongue along the ridges of his abs. My eyes lock on his and I see them darken. His erection hardening in response to my mouth, close, but just not where he needs it.

  “I enjoy the consequences so much, Mr. Verán,” smiling up at him as my tongue flicks over the tip of his cock. His arousal on my tongue, and I savor the taste. I grasp him in my hand and stroke him from base to tip, as I suck him into my mouth.

  “Jesus, Cassie,” his head drops back onto the pillow and his eyes close. He reaches down and his hands tangle in my hair, gripping and tugging, moving me deeper onto his cock. I swallow him till the tip of him hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, your mouth is amazing. Just like that baby, suck me deep. Take my cock into your throat, baby.” His dirty words spur me on and I move faster, my need growing and I am soaked from pleasuring him. “Shit, Cassie, yes. I am close, if you don’t want me to come you need to stop.” He warns me, but I want to taste him. The ache inside me calls for him to fill my mouth with his come. A grunt of satisfaction emanates from him and he curses his release into my throat, “Fuck.” I feel his hot seed coating my mouth and I swallow every drop. “My God woman, you will kill me.” When he looks up at me again I notice the green has returned to normal and he has a sated smile on his lips.

  As soon as I sit back we hear the elevator ping. “Fuck sake!” Groaning Lucien rises and plants a soft warm kiss on my lips. “You’re a goddess.” Tugging his briefs on, I giggle as he tries to rearrange himself inside the tight confines of the material. I get up and grab a pair of sweats, tugging them on along with a t-shirt. Lucien takes in my appearance and frowning that I am not wearing underwear.

  “Luke!” Jayce is in the living room.

  “Be right out!” Lucien winks. When his eyes widen and he whispers. “Your clothes are in the living room.” He turns and makes for the door, rushing downstairs. The thought of Jayce sitting on the sofa where my bra and top are laying has a heated flush burning my cheeks. When Luke runs back into the bedroom carrying my clothes I release a sigh of relief. “He was at the bar.” Smirking he leans in to kiss me again. “Meet us in the living room when you’re properly dressed.” Handing me a bra I notice that the T-shirt leaves little to the imagination.

  “Yes, Sir.” His eyes darken and a tingle shoots through me, heading straight for my core.

  “You would do well to remember that baby.” A playful swat on my ass has me quivering in all the right places as Luke leaves me in the bedroom.

  Lucien

  As soon as I leave Cassie in the bedroom I miss her. I find my best friend at my bar. “Jayce, did you find anything?” When he’s eyes cut to mine, I know there’s something in the paperwork he has that could get me out of this shit with Claudia.

  “There’s info here. Robert and Daniel dropped it off at the office. I was working late, but haven’t went through it yet. Thought you would like to have the honor.” I watch him pour another shot for himself, and raise an eyebrow.

  “And that?” I gesture to him knocking back the whiskey like its water.

  “Long day man.”

  “Why? Kenna not putting out?” I chuckle, but his stare is hard. What the fuck?

  “Cassie upstairs?” His voice is strained. I nod. Then I see it. He still has feelings for her. Well too fucking bad because she’s mine. I grab the bottle, pouring myself three fingers, picking up the folder and making my way into the living room. When I get comfortable on the sofa, I open the manila folder and spread the papers over the coffee table. “I’m sorry man.” As my gaze falls on him, I see his expression.

  “Don’t mention it. Shit happens. She’s taken.”

  “I know. There’s no way I would come between you. Just don’t hurt her again.” My glare cuts to him and I fix him with a hard stare. I sit upright and wait for him to say more. When he doesn’t, I sit back.

  “Why do you think I would hurt her? She’s mine, Jayce. I claimed her a long time ago.” A small shrug tugs his shoulders and he drops it. I decid to let it go because I know it will turn into an argument. When I pick up the papers I have laid on the table, nothing more is said. We read through the information in silence. That’s what we’re like. A few words, everything in the gestures. He’s looking out for Cassie, but with me, he needs to know he doesn’t have to. My phone buzzes from my pocket, puling it out I see a message from an unknown number.

  * The old will isn’t gone. I have a copy. We need to talk. Ms. W *

  My body is on high alert, and my heart is racing. Cassie’s mother asked me not to tell her she’s alive, but I can’t keep something like this from her. She deserves to know the truth. Lies almost broke us apart last time. I glance at Jayce, but he’s too absorbed in whatever he’s reading to notice my dilemma. Shit! What am I meant to do? I need that will. One meeting. That’s it. Then I can tell Cassie. I hit reply.

  * When and where? *

  “Fuck!” I am pulled from my thoughts by Jayce cursing so loud it echoes through the large room.

  “What?” He hands me the sheet of paper and my eyes fall on the paragraph with the name of the one person who hates me more than anything. His sister. That fucking bitch, Sasha Alexander is definitely working with Claudia. Why would she want me to marry someone else if she still wants me back? None of this makes fucking sense. I am about to round on him when Cassie walks in looking incredible with my T-shirt and a pair of tight yoga pants. They’re too tight, the curves of her legs and ass look incredible. It doesn’t go unnoticed to me that Jayce’s eyes drink her in a little too closely.

  Cassandra

  When I join the boys in the living room, they’re both poring over documents. “Hey Jayce,” when he glances up I notice him take in every inch of my appearance. Well Cassie, this isn’t awkward at all. I mean both the men who want you in the same room. What more could you want!

  “Cassie,” he flashes me his panty dropping smile. I wish Kenna was here right now. I flop onto the sofa next to Lucien and glance at the paperwo
rk he’s looking through. They’ve got phone records and emails, everything pointing to Claudia, Isabel, and Sasha, but nothing incriminating enough. Nothing giving us a sign of where the original documents are.

  “This is fucking insane. Why is your sister doing this?!” When Lucien chucks the papers back on the table, he turns and the frustration is evident on his face. “Baby, do you mind getting us a drink?” I shake my head and rise from the sofa, grabbing the two empty tumblers. Once I am at the bar, I grab the whiskey, pouring a double measure in each glass. My glance falls on the boys and there seems to be tension between them so thick, you could cut it with a knife. I was waiting for this. When I get back to the living room the air is thick.

  “It’s your sister Jay!” Luke hisses and I realize it’s something to do with Sasha. I place the glasses on the table and sink back into the cushions of the sofa. “This is ridiculous, why the fuck is she doing this? I don’t love her. She has to get over me not wanting her!” Luke’s words are spat out with pure disgust and something flickers in Jayce’s eyes. This is his sister. I realize it must hurt hearing someone talk like that about your family.

  “Luke, I can’t explain why my sister is doing this. I don’t know. She knows you don’t want her, it’s obvious. It’s been years since she’s even talked about you.” Jayce downs the whiskey in one gulp and rises. “I need to go.” He walks up to the chair, grabbing his hoodie, he shrugs it on. “Cassie, have a good day. Luke.” He walks out to the door. Before he can open it and walk out, I run up to him, I can’t explain why but I needed to see if he was okay.

  “Jayce, he’s just tense. I mean he didn’t mean to—”

  “Cass, princess. Don’t make excuses for him and you have no reason to look after me. It’s my job to look after you remember. I will be okay.” He offers me a cheeky wink and steps out, shutting the door behind him. The door closes, and his intense blue is gone.

  Turning back to the living room I sink back into the cushions and glance at Lucien. “He loves you, I can see it.” His voice is low. This will come up at some point, it might as well be now.

  “He cares about me Luke, we’re friends. There’s nothing—”

  “Cassandra, please don’t, he loves you.” When he fixes me with a stare, I can see the anguish marring his handsome face. What does he want me to say? I mean I love him. Why can’t he see that? I am here with him. There is no one else I can or want to be with, Lucien is my forever, and he doesn’t want to accept it.

  “Well that’s too fucking bad Lucien, because guess what, I am in love with you. And if you can’t get that into your head then I have no fucking idea what else to say to you.” I make to get up when he grabs my wrist, tugging me down. Before I have time to think, he is hovering over me and my body responds to him in the only way it always does. The heat knots in my stomach, travelling to the bundle of nerves between my thighs. The need for him never calms and I know it never will.

  “Cassandra, do you think talking to me like that is respectful?” His stare is so intense, I tremble and a small whimper escapes my lips.

  “No, Mr. Verán.” The devilish smirk on his face deepens the dimples on his cheeks.

  “And what pray tell do you think I should do to make you respect me, Ms. Winters?” His voice drops to a raspy whisper, his lips on my neck. My pulse skittering across his lips as they curl into a smile.

  “I don’t know, Mr. Verán, what would you like to do to me?” My voice a soft whisper.

  “Right now, I would like to take you across my lap and mark that soft smooth ass of yours with my hand.” The lust in his voice sends shivers over my body. My body squirming below him now, and his rigid erection is pushing into my stomach. With a smooth roll of his hips, he makes me fully aware of his cock. “See what you do to me, Cassandra?” I nod. “I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” The rasp of his voice in my ear, and his teeth tugging at the lobe makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

  “Yes, Sir.” As soon as the word leaves my mouth, he shifts back and his hooded gaze meets mine. The wicked smile on his mouth shows the approval of me using the word.

  “Come, I think you need to be shown exactly what happens when you talk to me like that.” He stands before me, reaching his hand out and I slip mine in his. I can’t help giggling when he tugs me up the stairs to the play room. “Get undressed. Leave your panties on.” There is nowhere else I would rather be, giving him all of me, my body, heart and soul. This is what I want. As soon as the words leave his beautiful mouth, I obey the order. My fingers tug on my yoga pants and I slide them down, watching them pool at my ankles. I step out of them and place them on the small chair in the corner of the room. The T-shirt and bra joins them. I turn to face him, waiting on my next instruction. “Lay down, on your back. Close your eyes.” He’s standing at the chest of drawers that hold secrets I can only imagine, and some I can’t. I crawl onto the large four poster bed and lay down. My eyes flutter closed in anticipation.

  “Lift your head. And not a squeak from you.” I lift my head and give a small nod. The soft fabric of the blindfold covers my eyes. Once it’s secured Lucien rests my head back on the soft pillow. He continues to tie my ankles to the bedposts with the softest fabric I have ever felt. “Are you okay, baby?” I nod. “Good. What’s your safe word?”

  “Summer.” A hint of a smile on my lips, the English translation of Lucien’s last name.

  “Good girl.” The amusement in his voice is evident and I giggle. “Shh, baby.”

  The room goes quiet for a few moments and I wonder if he’s left, but then shuffle of material grabs my attention. I realize he must have taken his top off. Then the rasp of the zipper of his jeans fills the room. The shuffle again and I am sure he’s now naked. When the faint scratch of a match sounds, my senses are on high alert. I smell the lavender immediately. Then I recall the candles on the chest of drawers. The last time we played like this I came so hard. A soft thud of a heavy candle on the nightstand has me turning my head towards the sound.

  “I want to watch you, baby. Touch yourself.” I small gasp escapes my lips at his request. “Now.” I run my hands over breasts, down my stomach. My compliancy has Lucien groaning in approval, my legs are spread and I know his gaze is raking over my body. The heat of it sizzles on my skin, goose bumps rise over every inch of my body. The intensity of me laying splayed for him makes me squirm.

  My hand slips into my panties, I stroke myself. My fingers flick over the bundle of nerves throbbing under my touch. “That’s it baby.” I feel the cold blade against my hot skin as Lucien slices my panties from my body and I moan. His words fuel my confidence, I slide a finger into my heated pussy. His groan is low and sexy; his restraint is impeccable. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” My release tightens in my belly. “Stop.” His command is dark and sexy, and I obey.

  The bed shifts and there’s a sound to my right. Lucien unties my ankles. “Turn over, on your hands and knees.” I kneel on the bed, holding myself up on shaky arms. My body humming in anticipation. I was so close earlier. Lucien moves and then the soft leather of a paddle traces over my skin, its flat and feels big against my back. He traces a line along my spine. As he moves it down to my ass, goose bumps rise in its wake.

  “Now, tell me Cassandra, do you like disrespecting me?”

  “No, Sir.” My voice is barely audible. My senses are on high alert and my core is dripping with desire. The paddle leaves my ass and I wait for it. The sting comes hard and my toes curl. My breathing hitches and the tingle left on my ass is indescribable.

  “How many would you like, Cassandra?” His voice is low and as he growls my name, the ache of desire coils tighter. My blood is racing through my body, and I shiver.

  “I don’t know, sir.”

  “Six would suffice. Can you handle that?” I nod. Unable to speak because I know it would be a whisper. A swat comes down hard and I whimper and squeak. “Count.” His voice is demanding, sexy, and guttural.

  “One.”
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br />   A second.

  “Two.” I whimper, but it’s loud enough to keep him going.

  Then a third.

  “Three.” I am sure I am having an out of body experience. Never have I ever been so turned on, the heat on my ass is stinging, but my body is thrumming with ache and need.

  The fourth one stings and the knot in my stomach is wound so tight. My arms are shaking, and I don’t think I can hold myself up for much longer. “Four.” The fifth has my eyes rolling back in my head and I am close to the edge. So damn close and I know I can’t come without his permission. “Five.” I don’t recognize my voice.

  “Last one, are you ready baby?” My nod is quick.

  The sixth one comes down, nipping at my exposed core and I cry out as my release shreds into me. He drops the paddle with a thud. The scent of the lavender candle somehow calms me. It wasn’t meant to be dripped on me like last time. The room is filled with a euphoric mix of sex, lust and lavender.

  He kneels behind me now. Something cold drips on my tingling ass and his hands massage the soothing cream into my heated skin. “You’re such a good girl, Cassie. You look so beautiful, your skin marked with my paddle.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” His hands are firm but his touch is gentle. The soothing cream eases the tingling. When his hand dips between my thighs I gasp. His finger stroking from my pussy up to my puckered hole. His touch has me wriggling against him. I push my ass back trying to get his fingers inside me.

  “You look so fucking gorgeous wriggling for me.” He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You’re so fucking perfect Cassie, so wet and needy for me. Aren’t you dirty girl?”

  “Yesssss.” A hiss escapes my lips and my legs open to him, hoping he will take me now.