SWNOVELS Chapter Lucien Needs Me
“Do you enjoy frustrating me?” She scowled.
“Yes.” He strode across the room.
You’ve no idea how much!
Your infinitely sensual when your eyes storm and your body flushes.
She stared at his back.
“Fantasize all you wish about shredding my back.”
“I was.” She said slowly. “But what are those marks already there?” Her tone turned venomous.
From the last fight I was in.
“From rage to curiosity, huh?”
“Who is she?” She commanded.
“Who?” He turned slowly.
“Don’t pretend.” She tilted her head. “It’s unlike you to play such games.”
Dorena?
The Watcher Woman.
“She’s not here for me.” He dismissed.
“Oh, isn’t she?” Elsabet’s voice crackled with disbelief.
“She’s not.”
I don’t want her.
“Then why?”
“To help her.”
To support her escaping Radix’s clutches.
“With what?” She jeered. Her implication clear.
To detox evil from her veins.
I’m not interested in her.
“Elsabet…” He sighed. “You’re the only one I want to bed.”
She gasped in outrage. “I thought you’d had enough tasting that.”
He scoffed. “Not nearly!” His voice grew rough as he closed in on her.
She backed up again. Looking over her shoulder to evade walls. Veering to the right at the last minute brought her closer to his four-poster.
Just close enough actually.
She realized her mistake a heartbeat too late.
He took advantage of her momentary horrified expression. Hefting her up by her waist and tossing her on it.
“Who is she?” She crawled backward on elbows before rolling to her belly to scramble across it.
Who?
Oh, we’re back to Dorena to avoid discussing what’s happening.
Fair. I’ll play.
“She’s like the Captain’s mate.” He explained. Reaching to catch her ankle lightly. Dragging her deliberately back to him.
“A Fallen?” She asked breathlessly. Turning onto her back. Eyes frantically scanning the room for assistance.
There is none.
You haven’t demanded I stop? He was vaguely surprised.
“Yes.” When he could reach, he caught her other ankle and moved it around his hip. Lining her up and pulling her against him.
“So, why-is-she-here?” She leaned up on her elbows. Pretending not to notice. As if it were a normal conversation.
As if I’m doing what I’m doing purely by accident.
“I want to show her she doesn’t have to be what she was.”
“A harlot?”
I wish you were a harlot! His eyes traced the form fitting blue silk dress he’d hand-selected. Because it so perfectly matched her eyes.
Now I want to rip it in half.
“Elsabet.” He chastised. Clucking in his cheek as he leaned over her.
Making her eyes round. “Then tell me the truth!”
“I am. It’s hard to explain.” He dismissed. “May we talk about something else?”
I’d rather not discuss another woman, one I don’t give two shits about romantically, while I’m close to you. He caught her hand and lightly pressed it between them to his tightened manhood.
She scowled.
“And nothing I say to you is going to appease you.” He added. “So, let me appease you another way?”
Don’t stop me. He willed her. But a study of her face showed no objection. Only fear of her response to me.
“No, it’s not. And no, you may not!” She massaged her forehead and snarled in her throat. Trying to toss one leg over him to close her thighs.
He palmed the top of her leg and lightly pressed it down. Leaning over her, his mouth hovered over hers. Feeling her lips moving as she drew deep breaths.
“You’re the only one I want to bed.” He whispered against her mouth, a second before taking her lips.
In moments her body melted beneath him.
He dropped his weight, savoring her warmth. Kissing her and knowing she couldn’t leap up and flee him, was gratifying. I’m going to take her here. In my bed this time. He decided. And I’m going to rip this pretty blue dress.
But as he adjusted his mouth over hers, her startled scream nearly scared the wits out of him.
She took the moment to raise the rafters.
He reared back in shock. Hands lifting in surrender as he leaned up from her.
“Let me go!”
Seeing the severity written over her face he straightened and stepped back.
She sat up, panting. Glowering at him.
“What is it?” His tone was harsher than intended as he attempted to calm from the scare.
What in the devil? What’s she doing!
“You broke your word to me, you used me, and now you think you can have more as you see fit! Whilst you move another woman under the same roof!” She charged.
You, you crazed, unpredictable little beast, are the only woman I desire. He was taken aback. Shocked at her aggression.
“I did keep you leashed. But the rest is ludicrous accusations.”
“Why?” She breathed through flaring nostrils.
“Because, I…can’t...” He trailed off. “I did not use you!”
Why would you ever think that?
“Didn’t you?” Her eyes narrowed to pinpoints on him.
Absolutely not!
“Never.” He shook his head adamantly. Hands still supplicating before him. “I don’t think I can have more as I see fit.”
It’s been months!
“However, if you allowed me, I’d show you what I could offer when I’m not starved to feel you…” His gaze flicked to her flat stomach and lower meaningfully.
“Such as?” She spat. Eyes widening as she gave a half-shake of her head. Realizing she’d walked into a trap. Coaxed by his smooth tone.
His gaze slid to where they were nearly joined. He gnawed his bottom lip suggestively.
“I could-” He quirked a blonde brow as he let it trail off.