Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Evelyn shut her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Mmm, I like when you call me that.” Lucian’s fingers traced down her folds and he chuckled, feeling she was indeed wet. “You belong to me, Evelyn. Just because an unexpected guest stops by, does not give you the right to make assumptions about my motives. I know where your mind went tonight and I can’t say I’m happy with your behavior. I am quite protective of what I consider mine and I don’t take kindly to others trespassing on my property. You should know this by now.”
There was so much Evelyn could’ve taken offense to in that statement, but her relief outweighed her outrage. Her shoulders sagged at his unmistakable proclamation that no one would touch her aside from him.
He must have sensed her relief, because he kissed her temple and whispered, “Trust.”
Lucian continued to fondle her folds. He spoke as if this were just another business meeting. “I want to be very clear. You’re quite important to me and what might have been okay in the beginning, no longer is. Tell me, Evelyn, whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Lucian.” Her voice was a mere rasp. Her shoulders subtly lifted with each breath.
He rewarded her with a gentle tug on her clit. His hands slid up to her chest. “And whose breasts?”
She sighed as he cupped her in his warm palms. “Yours.”
“And who owns that delectable little ass of yours?”
Her body tightened. “You do, Lucian. Only you.”
She sensed his satisfaction.
“Did you think I would let her touch you?”
Evelyn slowly glanced over her shoulder at him. “I didn’t know.”
His lips twisted in a disapproving smile. “I meant what I said, Evelyn. I won’t share you. Ever. I believe you’ve found a place in my heart no woman has ever visited before. I fear for anyone who tries to lay a hand on you.”
A bit of her confidence slipped back into place. She turned onto her hands and knees and pressed a kiss to his soft lips. Smiling, she said, “I should slap you for calling me a possession.”
He smiled unapologetically. “Is that so?” She nodded and jumped when his palm slapped down on the exposed cheek of her ass. “Bring it, Ms. Keats. I like it rough.”
Before she could answer, she was flipped onto her back and he was on top of her, pinning her arms above her head and ravishing her mouth. He somehow managed to strip his clothes away while never depriving her of his touch.
When he filled her, it was fast and potent. She arched into him as his mouth marked every curve of flesh he could get his lips on. Their lovemaking had never been so furious, so possessive. She clawed at his shoulders, wanting to mark him as well. He bit and nipped at her tender parts, and when they came it was an act of nature, so potent, so all-consuming, the earth could have fallen from its axis and neither of them would’ve known.
He carried her to their bed some time later, and she sighed as he pulled her close. Her mind was off in some place only Lucian could take her, and she luxuriated in those calm moments, surrendered to them, knowing he’d hold her as long as she needed.
Chapter 43
Wishes
After her dance lessons, Evelyn was always in a good mood, but today not so much. Lucian had to cancel because something “extremely important” came up. She still enjoyed herself. Their instructor, Ferdinand, was a very sweet man.
Lucian hired him for her lessons because he was the best around and also because he loved men. Evelyn laughed when she remembered him ranting about how he would never tolerate another man’s hands on her, yet once Ferdinand admitted he was gay, Lucian reconsidered.
She wasn’t sure if it was her instructor’s taste for men, or more specifically, Lucian’s taste for her, but the dancing today lacked the intensity that usually came when she danced with Lucian.
Evelyn hoped whatever had pulled him away didn’t keep him long. She stepped into the elevator, missing him, and slid her key in the slot and pressed for the penthouse. Odd; there was a pink balloon floating by its lonesome at the ceiling, its long pink string curling all the way to the floor.
She shrugged and stepped off the elevator. Walking to the private bank of elevators, she spotted another pink balloon floating in the hall. There must be a party in one of the ballrooms. She took the elevator up.
At the master suite she keyed open the door and glumly walked in, wondering if she should order dinner or wait for Lucian. Her shoes kicked off by the door and she stilled as something caught her eye.
Raising her head slowly, her jaw dropped as she took in the sight. Hundreds, no, thousands of beribboned pink balloons danced along the ceiling. Evelyn turned as a light clicked on to her right.