Page 25 of Brutal Reign

My pulse spikes at his words.

He kneels in front of me and pulls off my shoes, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Then he slides his hands beneath my skirt, peeling my panties down my legs.

With a gentle press of his hands to my shoulder, he guides me back onto the couch. His hands spread my thighs, and for a moment, I instinctively resist, feeling self-conscious.

“No need to be shy,” he purrs, coaxing me to open for him again.

This time I let him spread me wide. He holds my thighs open, his eyes going nearly black as cool air coasts over my folds. I’m dripping, and I know he sees it. I’ve never felt so exposed, or so turned on.

“You’re so damn perfect, Lily.”

He eats me out like a starving man. He pins me down with one strong forearm, swiping his tongue through my slit again and again. My head falls back against the couch, fingers scrambling for purchase.

Then he seals his lips around my clit and sucks hard. I’m panting, hips rocking against his mouth, already desperate for release.

It’s wild and intense, unlike anything I expected from Lukas. I can barely form words; only desperate whimpers and broken moans spill from my lips.

He rumbles in response, the vibration making me dizzy as he slides a thick finger inside me. It’s slow and deep, curling perfectly and making my eyes roll back.

“Shit,” he growls, pulling back so he can watch his finger plunge deep. “You’re so fucking small.”

“Please,” I whimper, needing more. His mouth stays relentless on my clit as another finger joins the first, stretching and scissoring inside me.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs. “But you need to be ready for me. You’re so tight, and I want you to take every inch.”

The heat of his mouth, the filthy sounds of him devouring me, and the relentless pressure shatter my control. I cry out, my back arching and my hand tangling in his hair, desperate to anchor myself as pleasure rockets through me.

He flattens his tongue and drags it up my slit, not letting up until my thighs are shaking and I’m completely spent.

When I finally manage to lift my head, he’s already standing, fist wrapped around his cock. His chest heaves, and the look in his eyes is feral.

“You’re ready for me now,” he rumbles. “Tell me you want it.”

I can only nod, barely managing, “God yes, please. I need you.”

He rips open a condom, rolling it down his length with sure hands. Then he grabs me, spinning me over the couch arm so my ass is tipped up, my body open and aching for him.

“This is perfect. I can watch you take all of me,” he mutters, running his palm possessively over my ass before spreading my cheeks wide with his thumbs.

I glance back at him, swallowing hard. He towers over me, all muscle, ink, and scars. Lukas is nothing like the gentle giant I thought I was bringing home. He’s a contradiction, brutal and beautiful, but he makes me feel worshipped and alive.

Lukas dips two fingers deep between my slick folds, using them to coat his shaft. Then he pushes in slowly, his cock stretching me open in careful, thick inches. The burn is real, but so is the pleasure. His slow surge inside makes me gasp, and I clutch the couch.

“Look at you, taking me like a queen,” he rasps, reverent and filthy all at once. “You’re doing so good, Lily.”

The suggestion that I’m too small, and probably too young for him if we’re going to be honest, sends a forbidden thrill racing through me.

He works himself inside me slowly until he’s finally fully seated, our bodies locked together.

“Christ,” he growls. “You feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock.”

I whimper, nails digging into the couch, as he begins to move. Slowly at first, rolling his hips, pulling nearly all the way outbefore sliding back in deep. He runs his palm down my back, a grounding touch, as my body fights to accommodate him.

“Lukas…” I manage, shakily. “I want more. You don’t have to hold back.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “How about we change positions, and then I’ll give you what you want?”

He scoops me up, never breaking our connection, and lays me on the couch. He follows me down, his weight settling over me as he pushes my thighs wide and sinks into me again, even deeper this time.