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Something in his voice makes me nod, breathless, tingling all over.

His grip tightens on my hips.

“You need to hurt something, you hurt me.” He grabs my hand, takes my fingers, and drags my nails down his throat so that three red scratch marks appear. A tiny bead of blood appears on his skin, then disappears almost instantly.

“You need to feel something, you come to me.”

He kisses me. Deeply. His tongue caresses mine, and I moan into his mouth.

When he pulls away, he holds my face with one large, strong hand. “Do you understand, kitten?”

I nod again, trembling at the way the nickname kitten feels as it lands on my skin.

Lucien stands up and tweaks his finger under my chin. “You will never disrespect your body again. Am I making myself clear, Luna?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Lucien.” The words tumble from my lips, and his eyes flash. He grabs my face. His lips slam into mine. When he pulls away, leaving me breathless, he says, “How do you feel now? Do you feel in control?”

I shake my head.

“Do you need to hurt something?”

I don’t know what I need. I feel out of control but not in the way I normally do. I feel like I want to give myself to him. Every bit. And let him do what he wants with me. Like I want him to make me feel so much that I feel nothing at all.

“No. Not now.” I reach for his belt, tuck my thumbs into it and stare up at him. “I need something else.”

Chapter 17

Luna

His mouth drops open a little. I can see the outline of his cock through the fabric of his pants. I lean forward and rest my cheek against it, stroking it with one hand while the other snakes around to grab his ass.

He groans, and it sounds like sin laced with treacle.

He leans into my touch. I open my mouth and gently bite him through the fabric. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

The power and dominance in his voice sends shivers down my spine. I am his, and he knows it. I have finally agreed to give myself completely to him, to let him lead me into the darkest corners of desire. And right now, I can barely contain my excitement.

He lowers his head to mine and our lips meet once again, this time with a hunger I have never experienced before. His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring every inch, and I moan softly, my hands tangled in his hair. I can feel his arousal growing harder against me.

I pull away from him and stare up into his eyes. His gaze is intense. “Will it please you to touch me?” he asks.

Instinctively, I nod.

But then he grasps my chin, and his eyes darken. “Will it please you?” he asks me again in a tone that makes me sit back a little and blink up at him.

“If touching me gives you pleasure, I welcome it,” he breathes. “If taking my cock in your mouth and feeling me in your throat will make you wet, and send shivers to your beautiful pussy, then I welcome it.” He moves closer, so there is barely any distance between us now.

“But you will not do anything just because you think it is what I want from you. Is that clear?”

“Yes.” My voice is barely there at all. Arousal constricts in my chest and between my legs.

“Then I will ask you again. Will it please you?” He stares at me, and I feel as though I will never ever be able to lie to him. As if he will know it the second an untruth passes my lips.

In response, I drop to my knees before him, my hands shaking with anticipation. “Just the thought of it pleases me.”