Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Tears sprang to my eyes as my body and two halves of my mind began raging war against each other.
“Lucian—”
My sentence ended in a sharp inhalation as he flipped me around and settled behind me, forcing my legs to spread as far as they could. He was inside me on my next breath, wrenching a cry right from my chest. His cock slid in and kept going, stretching and filling me to the brink, his metal piercings adding to the pain. The rough intrusion had me clenching around him.
He braced one hand on the wall above my headboard and wrapped my hair around the other, pulling my head back until I was staring up at his masked face as he fucked me ruthlessly.
I couldn’t stop the sounds that came from my mouth, or how my juices soaked his cock.
Every stroke hit a spot inside me that had my body heating and tension mounting at a rapid speed.
The sounds and occasional curse falling from his masked lips had a sick sense of satisfaction adding to my mounting pleasure. I was coming before I realized how close I’d gotten to climaxing. The orgasm felt endless, rendering me incapable of speech or sound as my body trembled beneath his.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, and then with a groan, shoved me face down into the pillows, grabbing my hips to ride my body harder.
His cock was so big it felt like I was going to rip apart, but the pleasure that came with the pain made a mess of me. Each of his movements felt controlled, his dominance effortless.
I fisted the sheets as I came again, a sob catching in my throat. He pounded into me, slowing only when he found his own release, drawing it out until he’d completely finished buried deep inside me. He didn’t pull out right away, running his hands up and down my back in a gentle caress that was at odds with what he’d just done.
“Stay put,” he commanded gently when he finally pulled his cock out of me.
I turned slowly as he disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with no visible signs of what had just happened, and one of my washcloths in his hand. His movements were soft yet purposeful as he helped me clean up.
“This is the first thing I should have done. That piece of shit’s blood should’ve never touched you.” He wiped at my face and then gently between my legs. It was a strange act of tenderness juxtaposed with the night's events, especially the raw intensity that had just passed between us.
Once I was somewhat composed and my pants were back on, he helped me stand and steadied me on shaky legs, his hands firm on my arms. “It’s time to go.”
I swallowed and looked around the dorm, unable to come to terms with the fact I was leaving it behind. In light of recent events, the memories made here seemed like nothing but lies.
“What about all of my stuff?”
“Everything will be handled,” he assured me, readjusting my coat and adding my scarf.
We left the dorm room behind and walked back down the hall, stepping into the elevator.
“I'm glad we'll be spending the holidays together," he commented, a note of genuine pleasure in his voice.
I hadn’t remotely thought of that, but it made sense. The timing of all this, the orchestration—it couldn't be a coincidence. He’d ensured that I would be with him for Christmas.
The front entrance, once barred by chains, now stood open, an ominous gateway to the world beyond. The biting cold of the night enveloped me briefly as we stepped outside.
Lucian guided me across the silent, snow-covered campus to where a large SUV waited, its engine purring softly.
With a gentle hand at my back, he ushered me into the warmth of the passenger seat. The plush interior offered a comfort that felt foreign. As I settled in, Lucian reached over to tuck a soft throw around me, his movements tender and careful.
He took a moment to ensure my seat belt was securely fastened, his hands skillful and efficient. The door closed with a soft thud, sealing me inside.
In the back seat sat Mara and Thorne. Thorne's greeting was unnervingly genial, as if we were the best of friends. Mara wisely stayed quiet. Lucian took the driver's seat, and as the vehicle pulled away, flanked by two others, a silence settled over us. It was broken by the occasional exchange between Thorne and Lucian.
While I sat, lost in my thoughts, the magnitude of the night's events began pressing down on me, leaving me exhausted to the bone and depleted mentally.
“Where are we going?” I asked at last, my voice barely above a whisper.
“To Nevermore,” Lucian answered, and after a pause, he added, “You'll be happy there.”
His reassurance went unacknowledged, hanging in the air like a question without an answer. Thorne, perhaps sensing the tension, synced his phone to the stereo. Chris Rea began to sing, his gravelly voice mocking me.