Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
I glanced over my shoulder to stare at him. He still held the mask and lifted it so I could see it more clearly. The costume dangled from his hand for only a few more seconds before he set it aside, crouched, and spread my cheeks. And then, just as he’d confessed was his desire, he licked and sucked at my tightest hole, getting it sloppy wet and no doubt primed for that monster cock of his.
“Touch your pretty, little clit,” he ordered as he stabbed my asshole with his tongue.
I reached between my thighs and rubbed a digit over that throbbing little bundle of nerves. God, it felt so good.
He felt so good.
“Lucian…,” I whispered, my body torn between shock, fear, and the dark, thrilling heat that curled in my stomach and shot out through my fingers and toes.
“You’ve always been mine, Sophia.” He went back to fucking my ass with his tongue while he kept me spread open almost painfully wide. It felt incredible, that mix of pleasure and pain that drove me insane.
With one more lick to my hole, he stood, and I forced myself to open my eyes and stare back at him as he leaned around me. He grabbed the mask, slipped it on, and—like magic—the eyes glowed red.
“I've already made your pussy mine.” His voice laced with ominous need as he freed his raging hard-on and gripped the base. But before he placed the tip where his tongue had just been, he pulled a little bottle of lube out of his desk drawer and poured it generously over my asshole and onto his cock, smearing it over the wide crown.
Oh… he’d been prepared.
“And tonight, I’m making this ass mine.” He growled low in his throat as he placed his big, warm hand between my shoulder blades and pressed me forward until I was face-down on his desk. Then he notched his cockhead at my back entrance and started to push in, gripping my waist with bruising force as he fed me his giant shaft.
There had been no warm-up, nothing other than the few moments of him eating my ass, and the pain was nearly unbearable. But if I’d learned anything about myself since I started sleeping with this man, who had the biggest cock I’d ever taken, it was that I was a masochist for him. I loved the pain he gave me just as much as the pleasure. The hurt only amplified my desire for more, and he gave me just that… until he was flush with me and his balls were pressed against the slit of my pussy.
Papers scattered to the floor as he leaned over me, slammed his hands on either side of my head, and started fucking my ass like he fucked my pussy just last night.
The office blurred around us as I surrendered to him completely. I didn't fight the dark thrill of Krampus and Lucian becoming one.
Why would I?
Being consumed like this was everything I’d ever wanted and more.
It might’ve been the first time he claimed that single, untouched part of me, but it wouldn’t be the last, if I had any say in the matter. I’d beg him for this mind-numbing mix of agony and ecstasy whenever I was given the opportunity. I’d never felt so deliciously possessed.
And no one would ever own me the way my boss did. Irrevocably.
The glow of the city lights outside barely penetrated Lucian’s office. The only illumination came from the small lamp on his desk, casting golden light over the dark leather chairs and the rich wood paneling.
The air was heavy and charged from our fucking, as if the room could barely contain what simmered between us.
We both sat on his leather sofa with me curled up on his lap as we faced the windows.
The intensity of his presence was always so palpable. I stared down at the mask, which now sat on the glass-and-steel coffee table right in front of us. The horns arched menacingly, and the detail of sheer craftsmanship made it seem almost like a work of art.
“Ich liebe di meh, als du dir je chönntsch vorstelle.” I love you more than you could ever imagine.
I closed my eyes and exhaled as I snuggled in closer to him.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know, Lucian.”
“Weisch, was du mir bedeutisch?” Do you know what you mean to me? His words were sweet yet laced with a darkness that sent a shiver down my spine. Before I could respond, he said, “You are everything I desire… and everything I want to ruin.”
My breaths came shallow and fast, each one a struggle as I tried to ground myself in the moment. But Lucian didn’t allow me that reprieve. His fingers slid beneath my chin, tilting my head up and back to meet his gaze.