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“Oh god,” I whimpered. I turned back to watch where I was going as I rushed out of the room.
I strode through the first hallway, then the next as I got lost in my head. I didn’t know where I was going and didn’t care. I needed safety, and I wasn’t sure where to find it.
Something in me tugged, and I gasped for air, attempting to breathe through the panic attack. I stopped in a hallway and pressed my palm flat on the wall, leaning my head forward.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I sobbed.
I closed my eyes, still seeing everyone’s creepy faces as they stared at me.
Loud thumping from a nearby room made me raise my head with tears in my eyes. I blinked them away and focused on the sound. I held my breath, listening.
A woman moaned, followed by a man’s grunt.
Swiping away the pesky tears that slipped down my cheeks, I followed the noise and stopped outside an office door that was cracked open. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh grew louder, and I debated if I should look.
A wave of arousal streamed through the crack, hitting me like a speeding car meeting a brick wall. I shuddered and swallowed a moan because it smelled so good.
I pushed the door wider to peek my head through. My eyes enlarged at the sight before me.
Lucien had his pants around his thighs, his tattoos visible. Samantha’s chest pressed into his desk, her ass out while he fucked her from behind. She bit into her Bible to quiet her whimpers, which didn’t do a great job since I heard them from down the hallway.
I watched as Lucien raised her leg to rest against the edge of the table, giving me a better view as his cock slid in and out of her. He was just as huge as Daiman.
Lucien lifted his head and looked directly at me while he continued to fuck Samantha. He grunted louder, slamming his hips harder against her and making her whimper in pain. Samantha squeezed her eyes shut, so she had no idea I was watching them.
Warmth pooled low in my belly, and the intoxicating scent of their arousal held me in place. Watching Lucien fuck another woman should have upset me, and it sort of did, but I was also curious and turned on.
Sweat beaded on Lucien’s forehead, and some of his black hair stuck to it. He clenched his teeth, baring them at me as he held my gaze and dared me to break them apart. From how he watched me, I got the feeling he was imagining fucking me instead of Samantha.
He reached forward, fisting Samantha’s hair and yanking back her head. She groaned into the leather, eyes still squeezed shut. Their flesh slapped together, making me shudder and my nipples harden. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and my pussy clenched.
Fuck.
The legs of the table scraped against the wooden floor from the force of Lucien’s thrusts. I dropped my gaze to his cock again, watching him disappear into her body. My mind replaced Samantha’s face with mine, and I imagined it was me Lucien was fucking, which turned me on even more. Blood smeared on his veiny shaft, coating the base and disappearing into his dark pubic hair.
Samantha had been a virgin until him.
“You like that, don’t you?” Lucien growled, swiveling his hips against Samantha’s ass.
She nodded, adding a muffled “mhmm” into it.
I didn’t think he’d directed the question at her because he stared at me while he said that. His eyes shuttered, and a low groan welled in his chest as he orgasmed inside her.
His energy flared, and I sensed it surging inside Samantha. I found the thread that belonged to Lucien and brushed my mental fingers through it, watching as Lucien pounded harder into Samantha and groaned. The corner of his lip tipped into a smirk as if he knew I couldn’t resist him.
“You like being treated like a whore?” he asked, this time directed at Samantha. “I’ll fuck you like a whore.”
He cracked his palm against her ass, making her scream into the leather. He kept fucking her, pushing his cum deeper inside her womb.
How could he keep going? How was he still hard?
The same reason Daiman could keep going. He’s an incubus.
I stepped back, and my bottom bumped into the door, causing it to slam shut. Samantha’s eyes shot open, and she looked at me with terror. She spat the Bible out of her mouth and gasped.
“Grace,” she breathed. “It’s not what you think it is.”
Lucien chuckled and slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Yes, it is, Grace. Your friend is getting fucked by her priest.” He cracked his palm against her ass again. “Isn’t that right, Samantha? You like having my cock deep inside your tight cunt, don’t you?”
