by Sky Corgan
“Let me fix it. Let me fix everything.” He looks at me earnestly.
“How?”
He licks his lips, his expression guilty. He takes a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “The work thing won't be an issue. I have lots of very wealthy friends. I can send business your way.
“As for Janice, what happened wasn't really her fault. When she found out that I was going to be her Dom, which she didn't know until I walked into the room at Flesh, she said she didn't want to do the scene. She was really worried about how you'd react. But I saw the opportunity I had to get back at you, so I convinced her that you and I were over and that everything would be alright. You know how persuasive I can be.”
My jaw tenses as I think about every single time he's ever seduced me. It makes sense that Janice wouldn't be able to resist him, but it still ticks me off. Even if Lucian told her that things were over between us, she still should have known that she was breaking the sacred girlfriend code. You don't mess around with your best friend's ex. Ever. Under any circumstance.
“This isn't just about you.” I shake my head. “She let you do those things to her.”
“It wasn't her fault, Amy. You have to believe me.”
I sigh, my mind a mess of confusion as to whether or not I want to forgive her—as to whether or not I want to forgive both of them. What they did to me was far more painful and nasty than anything I did to Lucian.
“So you two didn't mess around at all?” I ask reluctantly.
“No. We didn't kiss. Didn't touch beyond what I needed to do for the scene. I really don't think either one of us enjoyed it. I should probably give her her money back.” He looks over my shoulder at the road.
“No. She doesn't get her money back.” I know she doesn't have a lot of money to waste, but it's a small consolation for my forgiveness. “You're going to take that money and buy me something nice.”
“Am I?” He smirks.
“You are.” I step forward, my fingers moving to trace down the front of the form-fitting t-shirt he's wearing. “A housewarming gift.”
“A housewarming gift?” he parrots back before a smile stretches across his face. “Does that mean?”
“Yes. This is it though.” I try to keep a straight face. “If either one of us screws up again, it's over. For real, this time. We can't keep doing this.”
I expect him to say something else, but instead, he rushes forward, lifting me up to twirl me around. Everything feels so surreal. The sadness that's been sitting over us like a raincloud is completely dispelled, and I allow myself to fall into the euphoria of realizing that I'm finally getting what I wanted from him all along. At least, I hope I am.
When he sets me back down, I wipe the pleased grin from my face, not wanting him to see how happy all of this has made me. “So, just to be clear, I'm not going to be your submissive? That's not why you want me to move in, right?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You'll be my girlfriend, but we're still going to do kinky stuff. That part of me can't be compromised.”
I love how he doesn't seem the least bit worried that I might not like that idea. Of course, I'm perfectly okay with it. Sex with Lucian will never be boring. As long as we can keep a mix of kinky and romantic, I'll be happy.
“Alright then.” I nod. “When do we get my things?”
“After we have hot, passionate makeup sex.” He closes in on me, slipping an arm around my waist to draw me close.
Our lips meet in a flurry of heated kisses. It feels like I've been starved from him. My mouth and tongue move aggressively over his, giving back everything I'm receiving. The fire coursing through my body lights my hormones on overdrive. Holy hell, I've never gone from cold to completely turned on so quickly in all of my life.
“It's a long way back to your house,” I mumble, glancing at the front door. Momentarily, my eyes dart to the black spray paint on the wall, and I feel a pang of guilt. Why did I have to be such a bitch?
It was a good thing. If you hadn't come over here, none of this would be happening right now. You and Lucian would have never seen each other again.
It's a sad thought and one that makes me feel uncertain about our future together. I don't want to think about that now though. I'm drunk with lust and love. Gazing up at Lucian, seeing his eyes hooded and wanton, makes me feel all of the pleasant things that a person should feel when they're in love. And we are in love. He loves me. I love him. And to make things even better, he said it first. It feels like a huge triumph, somehow even bigger than him asking me to move in.
“I could carry you if you like,” he offers, his hand tightening around my waist in preparation to pick me up.
“No. It's fine. I can walk. We can walk...together.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
We shed clothing on the way to the bedroom, unable to keep our hands off of each other. Our lips barely part for breath. We're a mess of kissing and touching and undressing. By the time we reached the bedroom, my body feels so hot that I'm afraid I might burn him.
Lucian wastes no time crawling on top of me. The urgency to have sex makes everything all the more intense. He pulls me against him with demanding, jerking motions, his thick cock laying on top of my mound. I can feel the arousal pulsing through him. The fact that he's so turned on makes my pussy clench with the want to be filled by him.
I hook my legs around his hips, opening myself up to him while I hold his face in both hands, kissing him until I'm dizzy from lack of oxygen. His lips trail across my cheek to my neck, and he picks up my skin between his teeth, causing me to gasp from the tiny bite of pleasure-pain.
And then I feel his weight shift, his heavy cock pulling away before he slicks his glans between my folds. I tilt my head back and exhale deeply, allowing the warmth of his mouth and the anticipation of our coupling to drive me to a special place where everything is as close to perfect as it can be.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers against my ear.
“Don't tease me now,” I say plainly.
We both know it's what I want. More than what I want. It's what I need.
“I like teasing you. You should know this by now.” He kisses a path back up to my mouth before giving me a gentle peck on the lips.
I open my eyes, and his smug expression makes me smirk. “You're the worst tease in the world.” I reach up to take his bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a not so gentle tug.
His expression turns carnal, the seduction of it making my clit pulse. I wrap my hands around his ass and pull him towards me, bucking my hips at the same time. His mouth falls open, a breathy moan coming out. I'm not sure if he's ever looked sexier to me. To think that he belongs to me—really belongs to me—is almost more than I can stand. I want him to fuck me until he can't move. I want to see him spent and drained and a heaping mess of panting exhaustion.
I curl my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull myself up so that my mouth is touching his ear. “If you don't fuck me right now...”
“Then what?” he challenges me, amusement plain in his voice.
I think for a moment. Threatening to rape him sounds good, but we both know I'm not capable of that. Saying something tame wouldn't be sexy though.
I reach between us and grab his dick, lining it up with my hole. Then I lift my hips until his head pops inside. It's pretty much all I can do with the leverage I have, but it works well enough. He hisses in approval, then plunges into me the rest of the way. The force of it and the sheer overwhelming sensation of being spread makes me arch my back.
His hands are on my breasts in an instant, pushing me back down against the bed and pinching and twisting my nipples until my core responds with mini-contractions. Then his mouth follows, his lips covering one of my breasts to suck and tease while he presses his hips deeper into me and rotates them.
“Oh shit, Lucian.” I curl my fingers into his hair, worrying that I might be suffocating him against my chest. Part of me doesn't car
e though. My body wants to consume him whole. Absorb him. It's an odd thought, like I'm some kind of succubus. But I want to feel him on every level, and this is as close as I think we've ever come to really being in sync both emotionally and physically. It's absolutely blissful, and I never want it to end.
His mouth leaves my nipple with a popping sound, the tiny bud swollen and satisfied. Lucian grabs my hands and holds them above my head before he begins thrusting long and deep, his lips finding mine again. I'm not content with being restrained though. I want the freedom to rove over his body, to touch the curvature of his muscular frame and savor the heat of his skin.
I wiggle my hands free of his grasp and wrap them around his back, digging my nails in and slowly raking them down. He gasps, exposing his throat, and I take the opportunity to lick up his Adam's apple, which only seems to drive him wilder. He sits up, straddling one of my legs and then tugging me by the hip so hard that his cock reaches its limit inside of me and I feel a twinge of pain. I whimper, and a wave of arousal washes over me as our eyes meet. He looks so dominant and sexy, his muscular body poised to completely own my pussy.
“You are so naughty,” he tells me. “You know what happens to naughty girls, right?”
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head slowly, trying to look innocent.
“Naughty girls get punished.”
“Hopefully with your big dick,” I tease.
He slams into me, causing me to cry out. Holy shit. I barely have time to recover before he wraps his arms around my legs and starts thrusting into me so hard and fast that I see stars. It's an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure, the way he angles his hips for depth and then shows no mercy. The best punishment ever.
I pull the pillow out from under my head, hugging it and chewing on the corner. It works well to stifle the loud moaning that I can't seem to control. Lucian doesn't approve. With a quick jerk, he rips the pillow from my grasp and tosses it off of the bed, gazing down at me with the sexiest sadistic look I've ever seen.
“I fucking hate you,” I tell him though we both know I don't mean it.
“Oh yeah?” He repositions me, laying me flat on my back and pulling my legs all the way up to his shoulders before leaning forward to kiss me. He rotates his hips again, causing me to groan.
“You're the worst,” I mumble against his lips.
“I think you're confusing your words. I'm pretty sure I'm the best you've ever had.”
“Arrogant prick.” I snap at his bottom lip, but he pulls away too quickly, smirking deviously.
I try to push myself up to go after him again, but he presses into me deeply, grinding his pubic bone against my clit and stealing my breath. I surrender to the sensation, relaxing on the bed as he begins thrusting again, the friction quickly building. I'm completely lost to the pleasures of his body, crying out loudly enough for the entire neighborhood to hear us.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Don't stop!” My mouth feels like a permanent O as my nether region pools with arousal.
His body is so hot on top of mine, his thick cock throbbing inside of me. It's more than I can stand. I reach for him though I don't know what I'm trying to touch. My hand barely grazes his chest, my fingers weakly raking down it before my climax overtakes me. The contractions hit me hard, my body squeezing around his cock.
“Oh fuck, Amy. You're going to make me nut,” he breathes.
I smirk in amusement, so deliciously satisfied and content. My muscles work on overdrive, even though they feel fatigued. I clamp my pussy around him, wanting to watch him shatter. He's so damn beautiful when he comes.
It doesn't take much longer. He tosses his head back and closes his eyes, his throat looking absolutely kissable. If not for worry of breaking his concentration, I'd pull him down to me again to lick and suck on his Adam's apple some more. But he's in his element right now, and I want him to have this moment.
“Mmm yeah,” I say in my most seductive voice. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”
“Shit,” he curses, pumping into me a few more times before his breath hitches and I know he's lost it. His fingers tighten around my hips, pulling me hard against him. I can feel his cock pulsing, filling me with his seed and so many different emotions.
I lay beneath him quietly, staring up at him appreciatively. So hot and all mine. Finally, really, all mine.
Lucian traces his tongue across his bottom lip before leaning forward and resting his weight against me. I take him into my arms, affectionately stroking the nape of his neck while I listen to him pant. The feel of his muscles contracting while he breaths is oddly sensual. It reminds me of how powerful and sexy and amazing he is.
“That was lovely,” I whisper to him.
“I love you so much,” he mutters.
“I love you too.” I kiss the side of his head.
We lie like that for several moments before he finally rolls off of me.
I grin as I watch him stare at the ceiling. “What are you thinking?”
“To be honest?” He brings his hand up to his forehead, brushing his hair to the side. “That I'd never get to experience this again with you.”
“Yeah.” I reposition myself on my back, looking up at the ceiling as well. “It's kind of surreal when you think about it. This morning, I wouldn't have pissed on you to put you out if you were on fire.”
“You hated me that much, huh?” He glances over at me.
“You're a jerkface. You kind of deserve to be hated,” I huff.
“I suppose I do. You don't hate me anymore though, right?” He turns onto his side to face me.
“I guess not.” I wrinkle my nose at him.
“Pft. You guess not.” He drags me into his arms, then he starts tickling me.
I yip, trying to struggle away from him. “Lucian, stop!” I giggle.
“Tell me you don't hate me anymore.” He's relentless, holding me captive while his fingers work at my ribs, making me feel like I have to pee.
“I don't hate you anymore.” I surrender, repeating it several times until he stops tickling me and starts snuggling me instead.
“Good,” he says against the back of my neck before placing a kiss there. “I don't ever want you to hate me again.”
“I don't ever want to hate you again either.” I hug his arm, feeling stupidly happy. If things could just be like this all the time, life would be perfect.
Life isn't perfect though. There are so many wrongs that need to be made right. I still feel like the pieces of what he has shattered will never be repaired again. Not fully. How can they be when he has destroyed so much?
“Do you think we're really going to be okay?” I ask, feeling suddenly insecure.
He inhales sharply, his voice going serious. “I think so. I certainly hope so. I want us to be okay.”
“You're willing to give up so much for me. I don't want you to be unhappy.”
“It's less than I'd have to give up if I lost you.” He squeezes me gently.
Those simple words make everything better. And for once, I truly feel like things might turn out alright.
***
Time heals all wounds, some more slowly than others. I still can't stand the thought of facing Janice. Now, more than ever, I'm glad that I mainly kept my mouth shut before I left. So many hateful things wanted to come tumbling out. It would have made mending our relationship a lot harder. I'm still not ready to go there though.
While I'm sure that Lucian seduced her with slick words and his charming smile, she knew better than to mess with him. I was betrayed by her, no matter how you look at it. I was betrayed by both of them. Lucian has gone above and beyond to right his wrongs though. What will she do? Should I expect her to do anything at all?
Avoidance seems to be my best defense against pain and strife, even though it's the wrong approach. Postponing talking to her for a bit longer will help me to prepare for the conversation to come, so I decide to continue to avoid her for now.
When I know she's at work, Lucian
and I arrange to have all of my things moved out of the apartment. It goes mercifully smoothly. With my luck, I had half expected her to come home in the middle of the move, but I don't have very much stuff, and the movers were quick. In less than two hours, my things were transferred from the apartment into a storage unit that Lucian offered to pay for.
Part of me feels like I shouldn't take his charity, but me moving in with him was his idea, so I pretend like he owes me this. Besides, he's rich and I'm not. The cost doesn't even put a dent in his checkbook.
Even though I've never been married before, the first night alone with Lucian feels almost like a honeymoon. He's perfect, trying to make up for all of the douchey things he's done to me in the past. He makes us dinner, something woefully healthy. And then to kick him into the realization that my moving in with him will change his life, I bake us a chocolate cake afterward.
To be honest, I thought he would be a complete brat about it, complaining about the carbs and sugar. But he takes the slice I offer him without hesitation. Then we sit on the sofa in the living room together, and I force him to watch something on the Lifetime Movie Network that I know he'll absolutely loathe. Of course, he finds some other way to entertain himself, concentrating more on spoon feeding me cake and ice cream than paying attention to the movie. It's so adorable that I can't even pretend to be upset at him.
We feed each other and laugh and make a mess. Then we lick up the mess, which quickly turns from silly to sexual, causing us to forget about the cake and ice cream and television. Before I know it, we're naked on the sofa. I'm on top of him, riding him, consumed with immense feelings of love and happiness. It's perfect. More perfect than I ever thought it could be. And I can't wait to see what else our new life together will bring.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
It's like night and day. When I first moved in with Lucian, I was so afraid that something would go horribly wrong. Something always goes wrong with us. But things have been going eerily well. Better than eerily well, even.
