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“Fuck this,” I mutter to myself, shoving my cock back into my boxers. There’s a perfectly good woman right downstairs, and after having her, my hand just isn’t going to be enough. Victor didn’t say he was lifting his mandate about touching her, but, well… Sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
And I want her as much as I usually want his approval.
More.
I ease the chair back from the desk and get up, heading down to the little basement room we’re holding her in now that she’s shown she can’t be trusted. I unlock the door as quietly as I can, my fingers silent on the touchpad, and I slip inside. I guide the door closed behind me so it makes as little noise as possible, then I creep over to her side.
She’d probably look peaceful in her sleep if her face wasn’t caked with dried cum. As it is, she just looks like a vision. A woman like her should always be physically claimed, because otherwise? Other men would just try to take her away.
A hot flash of anger runs through me at the idea of someone trying to take Lucia away, especiallyPavone. He doesn’t deserve to put his hands on her. The bruises he’d leave behind wouldn’t be marks of pleasure, but instead signs of just how little he can be trusted. I know his reputation, and I can see why she tried to run away.
Too bad for her she ran right intous.
Lucky for us.
She’s lying on her side, curled up, and I gently push her legs down so they straighten. She doesn’t stir, not even when I carefully roll her onto her back. I’m tempted to go upstairs to get something to make sure she doesn’t wake while I have her, but at the same time, I don’t want to miss out on seeing the fire in her eyes. She’ll be pissed, probably, but I can’t help myself.
I spread her legs, and she shifts in her sleep, murmuring something from those delectable lips. I want to kiss her, but at the same time, I want to make sure she knows only pleasure when she wakes up. I want her to look at me and want me as badly as I want her. I want her to know how good I can make her feel.
Just like that first night, I get down in front of her and spread her wide, my fingers lightly running over her folds. She’s not wet, but I can fix that quickly enough. I lean down and run my tongue along her slit. She tastes just as good as I remember, but this time, it’s more exciting because I know there’s a distinct possibility that she will wake up soon.
And because I know I got to take that pussy last night.
Lucia wakes up with a jolt, sitting up and staring at me with wide, disoriented eyes. Her hair is sticking up in every direction, aided by the dried cum along with what had to be a tumultuous night for her. It makes her look lovelier, somehow, like she’s more… real.
“Good morning, kitten,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows and smirking at her. “I’ve got a problem for you to take care of.”
Lucia stares at me for a moment like she’s not even seeing me, and the fact that she’s still in such a daze a moment after waking sends a thrill through me. I love touching her when she’s asleep, and this sort of state is almost as good. She’s so soft, so pliant—so utterly mine, and I don’t even have to share her with Angel and Victor right now.
Her attention is solely focused on me.
And so is her sleep-roughened snarl. “Get away from me, you animal. Didn’t you do enough touching last night?” She shoves at my head, and I let her push me away after claiming one last, lingering lick down her folds that makes her shiver.
“No,” I say cheerfully. I roll over so I can sit down and grab her, forcing her into my lap. She struggles, but I hold her to me while I grind my cock against her firm ass. “Oh, keep doing that.” I moan, using the hand that’s not wrapped around her to play with her naked breasts. “I love these tits. You know that? I think they’d look sexy as fuck pierced.”
She goes still. “Don’t you even fucking think about it,” she says, but I canhearthe moan she tries to suppress when I pinch her nipple hard.
I kiss her neck, rubbing my cock against her more fervently. I could come this way. I could fuck her, too, but Victor grabbed the condoms before we left last night. I highly doubt she’s diseased, but I don’t know if she’s on birth control, and I’m not going to be a father at the prime of my life.
So I resist the urge to pull my cock from my boxers, instead just grinding up against her as the pleasure builds and builds. “Just hold still, kitten, and I won’t fuck you.”
Lucia tries to jerk away from me, but my arm tightens around her as I hold her in place.
“You need to stop that nasty habit,” I tell her, my voice soft but scolding. “When we want you somewhere, you go there. When you’re supposed to stay still, you stay still.”
“I’m not your goddamn pet,” she argues. “You can’t just tell me to sit, stay, and roll over.”
“Maybe not,” I agree, but I nip her neck hard. “But Victor can…”
A shudder runs through her, and I’m gratified by the reaction. I thrust my hips up more urgently, nearing my own climax—and all from just grinding against her ass. If only I could sink inside that hot, tight cunt again—
I spill into my boxers like a teenager, but I’m still breathing hard. The pleasure may not be as intense as if I’d fucked her, but it was still hot as hell. Now we’re both filthy, though.
“Since you were such a good girl,” I say, mocking her as I trail my hand down her stomach until I’m nudging her legs apart, “I’ll bathe you. How about that? No tricks, only treats.”
“What are you going to do, take a hose and soak me down?” she asks, echoing what Angel had said we’d do the night before.
I laugh. “I’m nicer than Angel, kitten. I’ll give you a nice, warm bath and help you wash your hair. Then we’ll take care of this.” I tug at a few pubic hairs. They’re short and neatly groomed, but I want them allgone.
