Page 39 of Lucas (The Valeur Billionaires #2)

Chapter Twenty-Six

LUCAS

I pull her arms behind her back, using them as leverage for my thrusts. I start slow, but within seconds, I lose control. The room smells of sex, arousal thick in the air. Ava’s moans are like music to my ears, urging me harder, faster.

My thrusts into her are forceful, almost violent. She rocks forward and back with each shove and pull on her arms. I lean forward, driving harder, faster. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the space, louder even than our panting breaths.

I’m breathless, close to the edge, but she hasn’t come yet.

I pull her arms further, lifting her from the bed until her back is against my chest. I’m still inside her, and now I have easy access.

I wrap one arm around her waist, keeping her close, while my other hand caresses her breast, drawing circles around her nipple before pinching it hard .

She screams.

I smile and move to the other nipple.

My hips drive forward and back inside her, sweat trickling down my back. I reach between her legs and rub her clit.

“More,” she whimpers. “I need more.”

I slap her clit, increasing the pace again.

“Yes, yes.”

“Come for me, Ava, milk me, pull me in. Show me how much your pussy loves my cock inside it.” I lower my head and bite her neck. “I want to hear you scream my name. Tell me who’s making you come.”

“You, Lucas.”

Her moans and gasps quicken, becoming more desperate. I slap her pussy again, and within seconds, she tightens around me, screaming out as her orgasm hits.

I don’t wait. I flip her onto her back, thrusting into her again, relishing the incredible feeling of being inside her.

“See what you do to me. I lose control when I’m inside you.”

I grow harder, releasing in rhythmic bursts. I keep thrusting until I’m spent, then collapse onto her, exhausted.

I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her, breaking my rules. Her body molds to mine, soft curves fitting against hard planes.

“Fuck, I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!” the parrot screeches, his shrill voice piercing the air.

I lift my head and stare at him, my brow furrowing. He’d been so quiet in his spot until now that I forgot he was here.

“Yes, Lucas, yes!” he yells again, adding a moan that sounds like Ava’s.

A laugh rumbles in my chest and escapes my lips .

Ava buries her face in the pillow, her cheeks flaming. “Oh no,” she groans, her voice muffled by the fabric.

I tug the pillow away so I can see her face. “I think hearing the parrot moan my name is one of the more amusing things that’s happened to me lately.” I grin down at her.

“What if someone hears him?” she asks, her eyes wide with horror.

I shrug, unconcerned. “So?”

“Then they’ll know what we did.”

“And that’s so terrible? We’re two consenting adults, and we’re married, Ava. Remember? It’s expected for a married couple to have sex.” I know she hates me, but I hoped maybe a little less after what’s happened between us. Seems I was wrong. My heart sinks, but I try to keep my expression neutral.

“Come shower with me.” I rise from the bed and pull her with me, my fingers laced through hers.

We step into the shower, standing under the hot spray.

The water sluices over our bodies, washing away the evidence of our lovemaking.

She doesn’t touch me, even though that’s what I want more than anything, but she doesn’t flinch away when I take the soap and lather it up, running my hands over every inch of her silky skin.

I start with her arms, my fingers tracing the delicate bones of her wrists.

Then I loop my hands around her neck like a necklace and travel down to her shoulders, massaging the tension from her muscles.

I soap her perfect breasts, watching as the bubbles slide over the pale mounds. Then I move to her waist and stomach.

I sink to my knees before her, ready to worship her body with my hands and mouth .

“What are you doing?” Her amazing eyes stare down at me, confusion and wariness swirling in their depths.

“Cleaning you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone.

Now I move down, lavishing attention on each of her thighs. I pause when I reach a small scar on her left leg, tracing it with my fingertip.

“How did this happen?” I ask, glancing up at her.

“I fell off my bike,” she whispers.

I rise to my feet, my hands cupping her face. “A bad fall? Is that why you wouldn’t ride?”

She nods, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks.

“Fuck. You should have told me.” I brush my thumb over her cheekbone, wiping away a drop of water.

“No, I needed you to push me to succeed.”

I tilt her chin up, forcing her to maintain eye contact. “You don’t need me to succeed, Ava. You do that all on your own.”

“Do you still want me to move into your room?”

“I offered, didn’t I?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Okay,” she says after a moment. “Just for now, so we don’t raise suspicion while Kaia is here.”

Warmth floods through me. I’m not sure I can make up for years of rivalry between our families, but as I stand here looking at her, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’ve fallen hard.

I want her and not just what she’s willing to give. I want her heart. I’m not sure she’ll ever be willing to give it to me but damn it, I’m going to try.

These past days, I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with all these strange feelings. I tried to deny them, to push them down, but there’s no doubt in my mind now that I’m falling in love with her .

She’ll never forgive me when I carry out my revenge on her father. She’ll become collateral damage and there will be no way back.

She stands in my room's doorway, clutching her pillow to her body. She’s wearing tiny pajama shorts that leave little to the imagination and a matching top. Her hair tumbles around her shoulders in tousled waves.

“You brought your own pillow?” I point to my bed, which is piled high with at least six pillows.

She shrugs, her slender shoulders rising and falling. “I’m attached to it.”

I smile, warmth blooming in my chest. She’s going to sleep here. With me.

Fuck, I need to convince Kaia to stay longer so Ava will keep sleeping with me. I need Ava here with me as much as possible. I need to show her how much she means to me.

I strip off my shirt, tossing it aside.

“Is that how you sleep?” she asks, her eyes widening as they roam over my bare chest.

I turn to face her, raising an eyebrow. “Yes. Why?”

“You’re naked.”

I glance down at myself, then back up at her. “I’m not naked. I have underwear on. Wait, are you worried you’ll be unable to stop yourself from jumping me during the night? Because if so, that’s fine. You’re welcome to. I can handle it.” I grin at her, my eyes twinkling.

“Insufferable,” she mutters under her breath, surveying the room. “Don’t you have a couch or something I can sleep on in here?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I guess I could sleep on the rug.” She eyes the plush, furry rug next to my bed. It’s comfortable—I’d be happy to fuck her on it—but it’s not suitable for sleeping.

“You can sleep with me in the bed.” I pat the mattress.

“Not interested, thanks. It’s just for the pretense, remember?” She continues to scan the room, looking for an alternative.

“You’d prefer I sleep on the rug?” I ask.

“Yes.”

Shit, I didn’t think she’d say yes when I offered. “Okay.”

I gather my pillow and a blanket from the bed and lie down on the rug. I try to arrange myself in a position that won’t hurt my back, twisting and turning on the hard surface beneath.

I squirm again, still trying to find a comfortable position. I’m going to pay for this in the morning.

Ava settles into my bed and switches off the light. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Silence descends for long minutes, broken only by the sound of our breathing.

“Truth or dare?” she whispers, her soft voice shattering the quiet.

“Truth,” I answer without hesitation.

“Coward. Hmm... What’s your biggest regret?”

Fuck. My biggest regret is Ava.

Not the marriage, but the contract and my cruel plan to dismantle her company and push her out, defeated and penniless.

The plan I no longer intend to carry out and that she’ll never find out about.

“Umm... Okay, dare then, so you don’t call me a coward,” I say, grabbing hold of the lifeline she threw me to change my mind.

She shifts on the bed, and her head pops over the side, peering down at me with a smile.

I lace my fingers behind my head, getting comfortable.

“I dare you to show me the most embarrassing picture on your phone,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“That’s it? That’s all? I was expecting something terrible.” I sit up and reach for my phone on the nightstand. I scroll through the photos.

“Oh no,” I mutter when I reach what is undoubtedly my most humiliating picture.

“Let me see.” She holds out her hand, making a grabbing motion.

“Too late to go back to truth?” I hide the screen against my stomach.

“Give it.” She’s grinning now, stretching her arm down toward me.

I pretend I’m going to hand her the device, but the moment her fingers brush it, I yank it back. She grips tighter, refusing to let go, and I pull harder.

She shrieks as she topples off the bed, landing on top of me.

“Fuck,” I curse as she hits me with her full weight. She may be tiny, but the impact still hurts .

“Oh, did I hurt you?” she sing-songs in a tone that doesn’t sound apologetic at all.

“Get off.” I try to shove her off me, my cock already taking notice of the situation and stirring to life.

“Give me the picture.” She tries to sit up but we’re both still clutching the phone, neither of us willing to release it. She grapples with me, and I tug harder, her lips mere inches from mine.

Our eyes meet, both of us panting now. She smiles, slow and wicked.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

My cock hardens, straining against my underwear, and I know she can feel it pressing into her.

Her eyes widen, and she rocks, rubbing herself against me.

“Fuck...” I groan.

She continues. Torturing me. My eyes squeeze shut.