“Good sore.”
He kissed my forehead and pulled me against his chest. “You’re such a good girl, so well behaved, so obedient. I’m so proud of how well you took my cock in your ass, baby.”
My God, he knew exactly what he was doing when he talked like that. My body flooded with warmth again and I squeezed my thighs together, pressing my face against the front of his vest. I wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in his strong arms with my body still tender and marked from his touch.
“We need to go back downstairs,” he murmured into my hair.
“I don’t want to.”
He pushed me back gently and took me by the chin. “Behave yourself, Olivia. You’re already on thin ice, even after being such a good girl for me.”
I frowned, unsure what he was talking about. “Why am I on thin ice?”
His eyes narrowed as they skimmed over my naked body. “Wearing that dress, letting every underboss in this room put his hands on you. Letting your first dance go to Romano.”
“You expect me to say no to the capo?” Indignation flared in my chest.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he ran his wide hand up my side and over my breast, squeezing it and twisting my nipple until I winced. I bit my lip hard. Jealous Lucien was a different man and he both aroused and frightened me.
“Every goddamn time we go out together, you wear some shred of clothing that barely covers your cunt. What am I supposed to think, Olivia?”
How dare he even hint at suggesting I was trying to entice Romano?
“I—”
He took my jaw in his hand. “I changed my mind, they can wait down there. Go to our bedroom, baby, I’m not finished with you.”
Not wanting to taunt him further, I slipped on my dress and zipped it up the back, taking my shoes in my hand. He grasped my wrist and led me down the hall, his shoes clicking against the floor. They could probably hear our footfalls downstairs. A rush of shame flooded me as I realized what this must look like. They all had to know Lucien had disappeared with me and why else would he do that except to fuck me?
In our bedroom, Lucien locked the door and went to the bathroom. I followed, hanging back as he turned on the shower and began stripping his suit off. The front of his pants were stained dark with lube and my arousal.
We washed quickly, our bodies just touching beneath the water. Then I toweled dry and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. Lucien remained in the bathroom for a moment longer and then he stepped out, fully naked and already hard. His skin was still a little wet, water droplets glittering across his tattoos.
“I love you, baby, but I don’t think you understand that you belong to me,” he said quietly. “I think you say it, but you don’t mean it.”
“I do mean it,” I whispered, my mouth dry.
He crouched before me, his eyes cutting deep. “No, you keep your pretty, little mouth shut unless I open it to put my cock in. The only sound you can make, the only thing you can say is your safeword. What is it, baby? You’re allowed one more word, so tell me what your safeword is.”
“Red,” I whispered. My heart thudded in my chest and my mouth was dry, but between my legs, I was already soaked.
“Smart girl,” he purred, rising and towering over me. “Now, I’m going to tell you exactly what to do and you show me you’re mine by being obedient.”
I nodded.
He flipped me onto my back, lifting me easily and tossing me against the pillows. A gasp tore from my lips and his face darkened as he moved atop me, his hands planted on either side of my body.
“I told you to keep your mouth shut,” he said, his voice cutting like a knife. “That means sounds, not just words. Can you be a good girl and do that? Or do I need to fuck your throat to make you understand?”
I shook my head and then nodded, unsure which question I was supposed to be answering. He seemed satisfied by my response and the darkness left his face, replaced by glittering lust in his cold gaze. I shivered, so incredibly aroused and enticed by this man, by this side of him I never could have imagined existed when I had first met him. He was always so guarded, so meticulous, so aloof, in public, but in private...my God, in private he ruined me.
He pushed his fingers between my thighs, shoving them fully into my pussy. Before I had a chance to adjust, he hammered his fingers up into me, his gaze locked on mine.
“If you want to walk around dressed like a whore, fine,” he breathed. “I’m going to cover you with my cum and don’t you fucking dare clean it off.”
The image of him finishing across my breasts flashed into my mind and a bolt of pleasure arced through me, lifting my hips off the bed. Before I could orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and pushed my legs open and thrust his cock into me. I bit down hard, barely able to keep quiet at the sudden intrusion.
“Good girl, you keep that mouth shut,” he breathed, pistoning his hips into me. “I’m going to ride this tight, little cunt the way I want to because you fucking belong to me.”