Page 49 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

When we got to his bedroom door, Lucien gently nudged it aside with his legs and carried me to the bed. He threw me down with a little flourish, and it left my head spinning. But I leaped up and pulled him to me, where I rolled on top of him, bending to kiss his face, hearing his soft moans as my hair brushed against his neck. I began to pop the buttons of his shirt one by one, until slowly I was revealing him, his torso, his ripped abs, the scar running across them white and livid.

I bent low and kissed it, wanting him to feel utterly needed, completely accepted. But he grappled with me and brought me up, as he turned over and slipped off the bed, to his knees.

“What are you—” I said, but before I could answer, Lucien had pulled my dress up to my waist, and was slipping off my stockings.

“Something I’ve been thinking about doing all week,” he muttered, before he tore off my panties in one swift motion.

Lucien spread my legs with his hands, and I gasped, understanding that he wanted to go down on me. I was stiff and unfamiliar with the feelings as his mouth began to kiss my leg gently. And finally, his mouth pressed up against mine and I sighed, a tingle of pleasure spreading through my body as he began to trace gentle, delicate circles over my clit.

I stretched and felt my muscles relax, as I lay on the bed. I pulled my dress up and over my head, relishing my nakedness as I lay there with the moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the scene with a silvery tint. My hand reached down and I buried it in the dark, red-brown hair on Lucien’s head. He appreciated the slight nudges I gave him, directing his mouth to the places where it could tease and tantalize me the most. And slowly I began to feel myself pulsing, radiating sensuous energy, before my breathing accelerated, and my heart pumped faster, and I gasped, yelping, as I collapsed and shivered with the sensations of orgasm.

“Oh Jesus,” I said, heaving with sides as I pulled him towards myself. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“You want to talk about that?” said Lucien. “Or do you want me to fuck you while you’re still deliciously wet?”

I nodded eagerly: definitely the second one, please! I took off my bra and Lucien ran a hand over my breasts, before taking me in his arms and flipping me over in one decisive motion. He spread my legs and then, before I could even think about it, I could feel his cock, enormously hard, pressed against my thighs, waiting to enter.

“Wow,” I said, “doing that really excited you, huh?”

“It excited you too,” he grunted. “Speaking of which, how’s this?”

I yelped with shock as Lucien pushed his dick into me. He went slowly, not to hurt me but to show me all he had, and I cried out, first in shock and then with utter joy as he filled me. He gripped my hands as he began to fuck me in slow, gentle thrusts.

I could feel the walls of my pussy tighten, heightened by the sensations of orgasm, and I began to cry out. “Oh yeah,” I said, “like that, please!”

Lucien aligned himself to hit the spot I liked, bending my head gracefully, his hand knotting through the hair at the base of my skull. I loved it when he did that, loved the control he took from me.

With my legs weak, I was no match for him. Before long, I’d bent over, helplessly calling his name as Lucien grunted.

“I love fucking you more than anything in the world.”

“I love it too,” I moaned, and as I did, I heard Lucien snarl, and then I felt his spasms, as he came inside of me, filling me with heat, raking his fingernails along my back as I moaned.

Gently, he pulled out of me, and picked me up into his arms once again. He settled down in the covers, and I’d fallen fast asleep before I knew it.

*

When I woke, the clock read 2.30 am. I sat bolt upright in bed, suddenly realizing that David would be worried sick about me. My loins were pleasantly sore, and I felt dreamy and light. But deep down, I knew that, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t stay here, wrapped in his arms. Not tonight.

But what was I going to do? I couldn’t just leave Lucien. I looked at him, peacefully sleeping in bed. I knew how this ended. What had happened last time. Then, I looked at the door in his bedroom. The dark, reinforced door in the corner. The one he’d snapped at me for when he’d caught me poking around.

I hadn’t noticed before—how could I, given the pleasure he’d so effortlessly dealt me that night?—but Lucien was wearing a key. It was on a cord around his neck.

It must be. And the fact that Lucien was wearing it was proof enough that the key was important.

Without even thinking about it, I reached down towards him. My hand outstretched, my fingers were almost at the key when—

Lucien snored, and turned over. I sat back down. I was frozen, my heart beating so loud that I could hear it in the stillness of the night. I had to get out of here before I tried to take that key off his neck, before I woke him up and let the truth come crashing down around me, that I couldn’t trust him.

That I never had.

Slowly, I eased myself off the bed, and began to pick up my clothes.

Chapter 16

Conor (Lucien)

When I woke, it was late morning, and the yellow light streamed into my bedroom. I turned over on my side, reaching for Laura.