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“Help me, Jordyn,” Lucian demanded, letting his thumb slide out of her wet sex only long enough to be replaced by two fingers. The way she sunk into the chair, her back arching and heels pressing into his leg said she liked that a lot. “Get your hand down here and show me what you like. Hurry before I change my mind.”

Jordyn mewled, air rushing from her lungs in a whoosh. “Jesus, I—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Lucian’s fingers stopped their thrusts into her pussy, curling upwards sharply without warning, finding the spot inside her walls that made her gush every time he hit it. Jordyn’s entire body jerked at the rough stimulation to her G-spot. “Help me now, or I stop.”

She didn’t waste any time getting her own hand down under her dress after that. Jordyn lifted her hips off the chair high enough to bunch the lower half of the dress up to her hips. It allowed Lucian a view of her soaked thong and his hand beneath it. Using his thumb, he hooked the silk fabric of her underwear and moved it over, holding it there so he could watch his fingers plunge into her pussy over and over.

“There, that’s better,” Lucian said, leaning back into his chair as Jordyn’s hand skipped between her thighs. Her index finger pushed into her pussy alongside his fingers, gathering wetness to draw up to her clit. Repeatedly, she let her digit roll over her clit before sliding back down to thrust in with his two. The tremors rocking her legs only seemed to increase with every encouraging curl of his fingertips into her clenching walls. “Pink and swollen. Wet and throbbing. Perfect. How long do you think you’ll last, huh?”

“Not long,” Jordyn whined, her palm coming up to her mouth, muffling the throaty moan she released. “Faster, please.”

Lucian gave into her request, thoroughly enjoying the sounds of her pussy sucking in his fingers and the faintest smell of her arousal beginning to saturate the air. He loved fucking her with his fingers, because it only got her raging with desire for more of him later.

Goddamn it, his cock was so hard it hurt. Talk about being swollen.

“Hurry, then,” Lucian said, unable to keep the lustful gruffness from his tenor. “So I can get you in the backseat of my car in five minutes to fuck you properly.”

When the walls of her core began to flutter around his fingers and her teeth bit into her palm, Lucian knew he had her. It didn’t take him five minutes to get her into the car, either.

Chapter Fourteen

“Lucian, just listen to me for—”

“I said no, Jordyn!”

Like his tone, the words were just as sharp and might as well have cracked over Jordyn’s entire body like a slap. The last thing expected to hear from this man was him yelling at her, or being as angry with her as he seemed to be, for that matter.

Still, Jordyn wasn’t about to stand there and take it, either. Especially not about something this stupid.

“You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t do, or where I can and can’t go. I’m not a child, Lucian.”

“Then stop acting like one,” Lucian growled.

Jordyn’s spine snapped ramrod straight at that statement. “Is that how you see this? Childish? Why, because I’m six years younger than you, so you must be more intelligent than I am when it comes to this? Newsflash, Lucian, I’ve spent just as much time on those streets as you have. The only difference is I’m not wearing two-thousand dollar suits while I do it!”

“Really? Because the clothes you’re wearing right now cost that much at least,” he bit back, eyes blazing into hers with his rage simmering bright. “And don’t think for one second if you waltz your pretty ass down to that side of Brooklyn someone isn’t going to fucking notice it, too. I’d bet every dime I have that cocksucker has eyes all over those streets and you wouldn’t last five minutes back there. What do you think he’d do to you, huh? Tell me, sweetheart. Kill me with it. Come on.”

A noise caught in Jordyn’s throat, harsh and painful. It wasn’t even the threat of Will Vetta and his people that she heard, but the blatant shot at money. Sure, her’s might have come first, but there was a huge difference between Lucian and Jordyn. He wasn’t living off her, and regardless of how vehemently she tried to refuse the things he called necessities, Lucian brushed her rebuttals off and might as well have ignored her when she said no more.

It was just barely a month and a half into their sometimes awkward, but mostly good arrangement. Lucian didn’t talk about The Sons of Hell, or whatever was going on in the regard. Repeatedly, he told her not to worry about it. Fact was, she couldn’t.

Being in his Manhattan condo gave Jordyn a great deal of insight into Lucian’s daily life. He was busy constantly, more so than she really knew before. The two cell phones in his pockets never stopped ringing for more than a few minutes. It was no wonder his office space was in the kind of disarray it was, because he would only start something in there and then have to leave it twenty minutes later.

Twice earlier in the week, Jordyn awoke to find him gone with nothing but a note on the bedside table to say he’d be back soon. There was no other explanation. It was disconcerting and worrying.

Lucian didn’t owe her anything, and Jordyn knew that. Even still, Jordyn wanted to do something. Normal things. Have a job. Go outside for a walk. Be able to have a conversation with this man about her apartment in Brooklyn without it turning into World War Three. After his comment about her clothes, Jordyn’s irritation blew to a level she couldn’t handle.

“Go to hell,” Jordyn spat. “I won’t do this with you, Lucian. Not sleep in your bed, and be your paid whore. I don’t give a fuck who you are, I’d rather be dead.”

Lucian froze in his trek towards the elevator. It allowed him in and out of his condo without a hallway that connected to a floor with other apartments. He spun on his heel so fast Jordyn didn’t even have time to blink.

“What did you just say to me?” he asked, a choked echo following his words.

Then, she stepped back further from him, needing to move away. Maybe it was out of an old instinct, but using disrespect like that towards the men that surrounded her daily before would earn her nothing less than a hard slap.

“Is that what you think you are to me, my whore?”

Jordyn swallowed the lump forming so she could talk and moved another step back. “I—”