Page 25 of Sins of Winter
Initiation. The word spun in my head, a key to understanding the night's horrors. And yet, his answer hinted at the notion that my compliance, my actions tonight, were part of a larger ritual I couldn’t begin to comprehend.
Lucian's face drew nearer. “I'm going to apologize in advance for what I'm about to do.”
His words had an immediate rise of apprehension igniting within me. “What do you mean?”
His gaze was unreadable behind the mask, but no less intense. “We didn't come back here just to show you that Mara was alive.”
I slowly started to understand.
“Lucian,” I cautioned.
“Shh,” he soothed, almost tenderly. “This is something I've imagined since the day you left for college,” he confessed as he led me toward my bedroom, locking the door behind him after we entered, taking me right back to that night at the Evergreen.
Every step felt like a descent, not just toward a physical place, but into the depths of Lucian's morbid desires.
“No,” I objected, pulling against him.
In a heartbeat, the dismal space between us collapsed, the world tilted, and suddenly I was underneath him, my back pressed into the softness of my duvet.
I looked up, dazed and disoriented into the obsidian eyes of his mask. His body was a cage of warmth and power that had my heart beating erratically. He removed his bloodied gloves and tossed them onto my nightstand.
“We can’t—”
He firmly covered my mouth with one hand, using the other to drag my pajama pants and underwear halfway down. I protested, pushing against him, but he was too strong, like a heated wall of steel. Holding me in place, he deftly undid his pants, sliding them down just enough to be able to fuck me.
He removed his hand from my mouth and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the bed above my head. The mattress creaked as he adjusted his weight.
“Lucian, don’t do this.”
“Before you even started protesting, your breathing changed, and your pupils dilated.”
He reached between my legs and cupped my pussy. “And this. We don’t even need foreplay.”
He used two fingers to spread me open. “You’re going to fight me and tell me you don’t want this, and I’m going to keep fucking you until nothing matters but how good I make you feel.”
Tears sprang to my eyes as my body and two halves of my mind began raging war against each other.
“Lucian—”
My sentence ended in a sharp inhalation as he flipped me around and settled behind me, forcing my legs to spread as far as they could. He was inside me on my next breath, wrenching a cry right from my chest. His cock slid in and kept going, stretching and filling me to the brink, his metal piercings adding to the pain. The rough intrusion had me clenching around him.
He braced one hand on the wall above my headboard and wrapped my hair around the other, pulling my head back until I was staring up at his masked face as he fucked me ruthlessly.
I couldn’t stop the sounds that came from my mouth, or how my juices soaked his cock.
Every stroke hit a spot inside me that had my body heating and tension mounting at a rapid speed.
The sounds and occasional curse falling from his masked lips had a sick sense of satisfaction adding to my mounting pleasure. I was coming before I realized how close I’d gotten to climaxing. The orgasm felt endless, rendering me incapable of speech or sound as my body trembled beneath his.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, and then with a groan, shoved me face down into the pillows, grabbing my hips to ride my body harder.
His cock was so big it felt like I was going to rip apart, but the pleasure that came with the pain made a mess of me. Each of his movements felt controlled, his dominance effortless.
I fisted the sheets as I came again, a sob catching in my throat. He pounded into me, slowing only when he found his own release, drawing it out until he’d completely finished buried deep inside me. He didn’t pull out right away, running his hands up and down my back in a gentle caress that was at odds with what he’d just done.
“Stay put,” he commanded gently when he finally pulled his cock out of me.
I turned slowly as he disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with no visible signs of what had just happened, and one of my washcloths in his hand. His movements were soft yet purposeful as he helped me clean up.