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Lucian
Sixteen years ago …
With one arm tucked under my head, I lie stretched out on my bed, tossing a te
At a knock of my bedroom door, I don’t answer, but keep on with my solitary game.
Another knock.
Jaw grinding, I throw the ball harder than the last and catch it again.
The door clicks open, and Solange steps inside, closing it behind her. I can’t deny the sight of her hardens my muscles, but at a flash of my father fucking her with the baton, I curl my lips and look away.
Arms behind her back, she rests against the door. “I waited for you. At the cave.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“You never showed. Why?”
I shrug with disinterest. “I wasn’t interested in fucking you after my father’s dick was in you.”
Lowering her gaze, she purses her lips as if to hold back a laugh, only pissing me off more.
“Get out.”
“I saw you kiss her. At the piano.” Her huff of disappointment echoes through the room. “I was … out of my mind. Jealous. Angry. Hurt.”
Catching the ball one more time, I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and sit upright. “She kissed me. I had nothing to do with it.”
“But you didn’t push her away.”
“No. I guess I didn’t. Just like you didn’t push my father away.”
“I can’t stand your mother … constantly making me feel like I’m nothing but shit under her designer shoes. The baton? Yeah. It was bad. But I’m tired of feeling like some lowlife.” She tips her head, no doubt trying to get my attention, while I do my best to keep from looking at her. “As for your father? I don’t have a choice. He threatened to get rid of me if I don’t fuck him when he asks.”
Frowning, I finally meet her gaze. “Fire you?”
“You’re the only one, Lucian.” The lower hem of her dress draws my attention to her bare legs as she steps further into the room. “The only one who makes me feel good. Who makes me feel … worth something.”
“And you fucked that up. So, like I said, get out.” I toss the ball into the air again, but she catches it this time.
“You’re angry with me.”
“Is it obvious?”
Dropping the ball to the floor, she crawls onto my lap before I can stop her, and pushes me back onto the bed. Straddling my body, she reaches behind her back for something. “I want to show you another trick.”
Hands on her thighs, I go to push her off, but her muscles vise around me, holding me captive. “I’m done with your tricks.”
“This one you’ll find useful.” A blade gleams in the corner of my eye as she twists it, smiling. “When you’re angry. It’s as easy as one long slice to release all that tension inside of you.”
Cold metal bleeds through my shirt when she sets the steel tip against my chest and pops one of my buttons. I don’t even bother to look where it falls. My eyes are riveted on hers, searching for any sign that she might plunge that blade into my ribs. Another button. Followed by another, until a wide gap shows off my bare chest.
“Just as fear can be an aphrodisiac, so can pain. If you learn to love and embrace it, you become invincible.”
The relentless pounding of my heart isn’t fear, but excitement, evidenced by the hardening of my body.
A cold burn streaks across my chest where she drags the blade, scoring my flesh, and I clench my teeth to the pain. “Fuck,” I grit, muscles flinching with the chasing sting. Never taking her eyes off me, she lifts the blade, showing blood ru
“You taste like rage and lust.”
Everything inside me begs me to throw her off and tell her to get the fuck out of my room. Instead, I grip the back of her neck, the rage exploding to the surface when I push her down onto the bed beside me. I swipe the blade from her hand and twist it in the same taunting ma
Her lips part around a smile that I could cut from her face. “What do you wish to do with that knife?”
The blade is a quick diversion, and I stare at my distorted reflection in the metal. Without much prompting from my head, the cold steel is propped at her throat, my eyes locked on hers, as I reach down and tear away her panties beneath the dress. Furious with her.
One-handedly, I spring my dick from my pants.
She squirms beneath me, as if to fight me, but I’m stronger.
I wedge my legs between her thighs, and a cold sting smarts my cheek where she slaps me. The giggle that follows only goads my fury, and I press the blade enough to lift her chin.
“If I ever catch him fucking you again, I’ll take this knife and drag it across your throat.”
She lets out a moan.
A fucking moan.
Slamming my dick into her, I watch her eyes roll back, her tongue sweep over her lips.
Incoherent words in French dance around my head, while I rock against her.
“Tell me what you’re saying,” I demand.
Eyes weighted with desire, she gives a heavy blink and moans again. “I said fuck me harder, young master.”
So I do.