Despite my bad day of trying to reason with my men and the fact that I hate Lucian on principle for ripping apart my family, I can’t deny him. I want the relief he brings every time he touches me. I want the escape I find in his arms. In my mind, I know that I hate him, but when I turn off my thoughts and my body takes control…he’s the only thing I want.
His lips sear across my flesh, his kisses adamant and demanding but also tantalizingly playful and inviting. The slightly bitter taste of the saltwater pool lingers on my lips from my impromptu dunking, and I swallow as my stomach tightens at the memory of how effortlessly Lucian threw me in.
I can’t believe I’m wearing Prada in a pool, and I’m sure my makeup must be a nightmare, but as Lucian’s fingers find the zipper at the back of my outfit, my heart flutters. He drags itdown, opening the back of my dress, and I slip my arms out of the cap sleeves.
Our lips stay locked as he forces the heavy, clinging fabric down my hips, and I disentangle myself from the skirt, stepping out of it. Goosebumps ripple across the nape of my neck as Lucian draws back to admire my body beneath the water’s surface—the blue lace balconette bra that cups my breasts and lifts them while the fabric comes just high enough to cover the dark flesh of my nipples, the matching blue lace thong that curves upward to rest high on my hip bones.
Lucian hums appreciatively, his arm snaking around my waist as he releases my dress to float across the water. He lifts me, wrapping my legs around his hips so that my breasts are nearly at eye level for him, and he leans in to run his tongue between the ample cleavage. A jolt of desire rips through me at the sensual sight, the hot, soft sensation of his tongue on my wet skin.
His hands slide up my legs to palm my ass, kneading the flesh as he pulls me against his firm abs. I can feel his arousal tenting his slacks, pressing up to brush against the fabric of my panties, and my core aches as blood pulses at the peak of my thighs.
The water swirls around us, soft and smooth against my bare skin as he walks us toward the pool stairs. He settles onto them as he holds me close so I’m straddling his legs. His fingers curl around the lacy edge of my bra, the tips brushing across the hard point of my nipple, and he drags the fabric down, exposing my breast.
Then his lips are wrapping around it, his teeth light as they trap the sensitive nub between them. He sucks the skin against his mouth, his tongue swirling playfully against my flesh, and a fresh burst of desire rushes through me, warming my skin. I gasp, my hips rolling forward against him, seeking friction to ease the building pressure throbbing in my clit. I grind againstthe bulge of his erection, his zipper harsh and biting compared to what lies beneath.
Shame surges through me, thick and acidic, as I reach between us for his belt. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t wanthim. It’s a betrayal to my family, to my father’s memory. But Lucian’s mouth keeps teasing my nipples, his fingers plucking them like a finely tuned instrument, and after how horrible my day was, I need some kind of outlet to release the conflict threatening to tear me apart.
I slide my hand inside his boxers to grip his hard shaft, and Lucian groans. The low, carnal sound blasts through me like a firework, and I shiver. Then his hands are shoving his pants down his legs, removing them beneath me as the water supports my weight.
Reaching back, I unclasp my bra, and fresh goosebumps ripple across my breasts at the sudden exposure to the night air.
“I hope you weren’t too attached to these panties,” Lucian growls, and before I can wrap my mind around the meaning behind his words, he shreds the fabric, stripping me naked in an instant.
A gasp of protest rushes past my lips, but I don’t have time to scold him before his long fingers curve around the back of my neck and he brings my lips crashing down on his. The hunger in his kiss turns my core molten, and the lack of space between us releases electric anticipation across my skin.
Heat throbs between my thighs, and my walls tighten as his silken tip presses between my folds. With one powerful thrust, Lucian’s buried inside me. My cry of pleasure rushes past his lips, and he swallows the sound as his tongue mirrors his cock, stroking inside my mouth to claim me.
It’s passionate and possessive, his confidence overwhelming any resistance I might try to cling to. My walls ripple along hishard length, urging him deeper, and as Lucian starts to rock inside me, slow and purposeful, I feel like I might explode.
The thought hits me then that we’re outside, on the rooftop, where anyone could see us, and my skin sears with embarrassment at the thought of someone discovering us here.
“Lucian, what if someone comes up here?” I murmur, trying to pull back.
His hands hold me close, only allowing me the narrowest of space between us as his lips shift to my throat. “My staff know better than to disturb us. And if anyone cares enough to watch…let them. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”
I shiver at the dark possession in his tone, but the way his hands and lips explore me gives his words a different meaning—like he intends to worship rather than own me. My pulse quickens, the heat building in my core as his cock slides in and out, stimulating every one of my pleasure receptors as he makes our bodies one.
The thrill that comes with knowing someone could catch us only intensifies the moment, making my skin burn and my heart pound in my ears. And when I let go of the fear of getting caught, I’m flooded by a shocking sense of freedom. My hips roll at the intense sense of empowerment, my arousal taking control as I fully give in to the moment.
I could be ashamed of so many things right now—all the responsibilities and loyalties I’m completely disregarding. But it feels good to let them go, even for a moment. To reallyfeelwhat I’m feeling and to give in to my desire, no matter how scandalous it might be.
Lucian shifts, stepping off the stair and immersing us further in the water as he turns to pin my back against the pool wall. My legs tighten around him, my fingers digging into the wet skin of his broad shoulders as he rocks into me harder, pressing my hips against the cool tiles. His cockhead drives into that hidden spotdeep inside me, driving me wild, and I shudder violently as my excitement threatens to overwhelm me.
Pleasure courses through my veins, sending tingling relief out to my tense limbs until they’re quivering with anticipation. My breaths come hard and fast as he claims my body, his cock filling me, stretching me to accommodate his thick girth. I whimper, my climax hovering on the brink as Lucian demands my pleasure, his thrusts growing more adamant as he penetrates me deeply.
He leans in, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck, and when he nips the tender flesh, I explode around him, coming hard as I grip his cock like a vise. My core throbs, my walls rippling around him, urging him deeper inside me. And all the while, intense relief washes through me, cool and tingling as it wipes away my tension.
Lucian groans, his rocking motion slowing as if he needs a moment to regain control. Then he pulls me firmly against his chest as he walks us toward the pool stairs.
“What are you doing?” I murmur, shivering as the cool air meets my wet skin.
“Heating things up,” he purrs against my ear.
I cling to him, soaking up his body warmth as goosebumps erupt across my back and thighs—everywhere his skin doesn’t touch. And then stinging relief starts at my toes as we sink into the hot tub. An aching satisfaction surges through my muscles as they unwind in the relaxing water. The roiling bubbles rush across my skin, and when Lucian sinks onto the hot tub seat, I settle on top of him, our bodies naturally aligning.
“Ride me,principessa,” he commands, his hands splaying across my ass as he guides the motion.
My instinct is to resist, but as he brings my hips forward, crushing my clit against his abdomen, my body takes over. Grasping the edge of the hot tub, I rock forward against him. Mynipples brush across the soft hair sprinkled across his wet chest, and that silky sensation of his skin combined with the heat of the water steals my breath away.
