Page 7 of Betrayed

I slowly slide my hand over her panties, deliberate and intense. She remains silent.

“Did I tell you to wear those?”

She shakes her head.

“No,” I say for her. “Remember my rules that first night? I said no panties, didn’t I?”

“Yes, sir.”

Her voice cracks on the last word, and my cock twitches at the sound.

“You disobeyed.”

“I’m sorry.”

I press a hand back between her thighs. Wet. Hot. Ready for me.

“Not sorry enough.” I slide her panties to the side, my breath hitching as I connect with her bare skin.

I tease her slowly, circling her clit, dipping a finger inside, then pulling back before she can find relief. Again. Again. Until her hips are bucking.

“Lucian,” she begs. “Please…”

I lean down, close to her ear. “You think you can show up, disobey, and not be punished?”

“I didn’t mean to?—”

“But you did.”

I thrust two fingers inside her in one hard push, and she gasps—her back arches, body tensing.

“Is this what you came for?” I demand, moving inside her with a ruthless rhythm. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, Lucian—please don’t stop.”

But even as her voice pleads for more, her eyes remain distant. Her hands clutch me, but her mind is elsewhere.

I slow, watching her unravel.

And for a moment, I think she’s about to break.

She’s close—so close—but I still hold her hips, keeping her close, my fingers inside her but not moving, denying her.

She cries out, frustrated, lips trembling.

“Not yet,” I whisper. “You don’t get to come until I say.”

Her eyes close. But she obeys.

“Good girl.”

I work her with my hand, finally bringing her off. She makes that sound I’ve come to crave. I growl low in my throat, pulling her dress up around her hips and yanking her panties down, barely getting them off one leg before I’m inside her.

She gasps, her hands cupping the sides of my face, her forehead pressing against mine. “Lucian—oh God?—”

“You feel that?” I thrust harder, forcing her to cling to me, her nails digging into my shoulders. God, I’ve missed that biting feeling of them sinking into my skin with her need. “You’re mine.”

I draw every breathless moan from her lips. I watch her come undone, clinging to me like I’m the only thing anchoring her to this world.