I nearly screamed.
While I was distracted, he locked one arm around me so I couldn’t move and used the other to completely rip my panties off, leaving me totally exposed.
“Ahh, no! Please, not here! I’ll let you do anything you want in our room, just please!”
He’d completely abandoned any last traces of gentlemanly behavior. And at this point, I had no choice but to start bargaining like I was selling myself.
Lucas stopped.
“Cece?”
“Y-yes?”
“If I’m not a gentleman, then what do you think I am?” He tipped his head to the side like an innocent schoolboy, and I instantly knew what he meant. And it made me want to scream.
“Th-that’s not fair…”
My husband was the most manipulative, spiteful beast in existence. But if I said that, if I affirmed what he was implying, there was no way this would end well for me.
My last bargaining chip was useless, and he was letting me know it, so that I myself would give in and give him the green light myself. I had to say it out loud.
“You’re so horrible, Lukie. You stupid, perverted monster! You beast!”
“Wow, that was a lot of insults. But let’s go with the beast. Because I am a beast right now, Cece, which means I won’t listen when you tell me to wait or stop. I’m sorry, but do you understand?”
He actually apologized even as he claimed the word beast like it was the most natural thing in the world.
What a handsome, smug, and completely unreasonable beast!
“I already told you I’m drowning in you!”
“I want to see it for myself. Otherwise, this anger won’t go away. I need to feel your skin, your lips, your scent, your face when you fall apart… The only reason I can hold myself back from slaughtering everyone who laid eyes on you tonight is the fact that only I get to feel these things. That’s why I need you to come back to just being my Cece. And only mine.”
His embrace was so tight around me it hurt, but his kisses were quiet and gentle.
His golden eyes narrowed with this terrifying need, like he had to possess even the guilt I was drowning in, and that was the final push.
“If…if I show you will that be enough for you?” I asked.
“Maybe not. I might just get angrier. But either way, you already said it, didn’t you? My actions are always up to you.”
He didn’t care about anyone else in the whole world.
The way he said it, that what mattered was me choosing him right here and now, was so twisted it hurt. But that pain, that ache in my chest made me let go. I stopped resisting, like surrendering was the only answer left. And just like he promised, my broken husband had backed me into a corner with terrifying skill.
“Forget everything else and just drown in me, Cece,” he whispered.
His hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, coaxing a reaction from deep inside me. I trembled with shame as my body clamped down on nothing, already aching even though I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.
“L-Lukie, not there, not again… Please, I can’t… Not like this…”
But the moment he realized just how eagerly my body was welcoming his touch, he pressed a kiss on my cheek that felt warm, tender, and utterly happy. And then he went and teased me like he always did when I was already too far gone.
“You’re saying ‘there’ again instead of using the word. You still don’t remember what to call it, my naughty little wife?”
“I-I do know, I just don’t want to say it. O-oh, I’m gonna…” I shook my head frantically, whimpering like a child.
“After all the times we’ve fucked, you still can’t say it?” he cooed sweetly. His fingers teased my overly sensitive clit, tracing and pressing and making circles with slow, deliberate cruelty until my body began spasming again.
“I-It happened again… I-I came… Lukie, you made me come again!”
I couldn’t say that word. Not out loud, and not here. We weren’t alone. But Lucas knew. Of course he did. But instead of letting up, he just doubled down.
“The way you say that drives me crazy. You like being touched there so much, don’t you… But you won’t even say what it’s called.”
“Ahh, n-no! N-not there again!” It felt like an electric spark jolted through me and my whole body went stiff. My skin flushed with heat, and I arched back as far as I could, instinctively brushing against his cock behind me. He was so hard, and the way his voice slipped past my ear as he whispered my name drove me wild.
“My Cecilia…”
“D-don’t look, Lukie. Please don’t look at me like this!”
He held me close while my body shuddered uncontrollably against his chest, and my legs buckled from another climax. I was crying again, not from pain but from the intensity of the sensations, and how they proved just how quickly and thoroughly he could ruin me.
“I can’t stand how adorable you are. You told me not to let anyone else see, right? Not when you’re like this. But if you act this cute, all you’ll make me want to do is humiliate you even more.”
To drown in a man like this meant losing yourself so completely that you couldn’t even sense how your partner felt. And yet, here he was, praising me for surrendering to my need for him.
“L-Lukie…” My plea slipped out, high and soft and needy, and even though I knew it sounded like I was begging for more, I couldn’t take it back. I clamped my hands over my mouth in horror, but it was too late.
And he took that as permission.
He pushed his thick, rough fingers inside of me and stretched me open without warning. My vision sparkled.
“Nngh!”
I didn’t even think. I just grabbed onto his arm like it was the only thing holding me up. He must’ve taken that as further permission, because suddenly he was pressing deeper, finding my magic spot and teasing it with perfect accuracy.
Hearing the obscene wet sounds echoing from between my legs made my face burn. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying desperately not to come, not to cry, but then I caught sight of the emblems on our arms, glowing where they touched and blurring into each other, and shame flared up in me with renewed intensity.
But then he went and sent another jolt through me.
I jerked back violently, my spine arching as I came with a scream.
“Nnngh, no!”
My entire body tensed up, straining against the fabric that covered my chest. My breasts exploded from the thin covering, the chilly night air pinching my nipples taut in seconds.
“D-don’t look at me! Not like this!”
“I have to, baby. I have to love every inch of what’s mine.” Even when he said it gently, tracing one nipple with a single wet fingertip, it made my body throb in the worst way. Desperate for more, I pressed my hand over his, begging wordlessly.
“You’re so greedy today. Do you want it rougher?”
I didn’t answer.
“Oh, my shy little Cece. Was it supposed to be a secret that you can come from nipple stimulation too? I’m sorry, I’ll be more considerate next time.”
“Ahh, no! It’s too fast! Too much!”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just pinched my nipple and rolled it between his fingers, making me cry out. I was so embarrassed by how quickly my body responded. I felt like I couldn’t even think straight.
I shook my head over and over, but Lucas’s hands never stopped or slowed. The pleasure mounted in dizzying waves, then crashed down again and again until I couldn’t stop shuddering.
“No more, Lukie, please! I can’t… Ah, don’t touch both at the same time!”
“You’re soaking wet again. Are you gonna come again, just from me touching your nipples like this?”
“Ohh, mm… Why do you make me come so easily, Lukie? You idiot!” I bit down on his hand to stifle my moans, but he just laughed like nothing could please him more. Then he kissed me slowly and possessively, drawing out my breath like he was stealing my soul.
I tried to push back with my tongue, but when he pulled away, that naughty, predatory smile of his had returned.
“Y-you’ve got it wrong. I didn’t mean…”
“Oh, I know. But it’s so adorable when you resist. Even when you beg me to stop, your body still clings to me.”
“E-even then, I don’t want to be shocked again!”
And just like that, he started touching me faster, dragging another orgasm out of me with stunning precision. I lost count of how many times I came, but I was sobbing and shaking, completely overwhelmed.
When he finally eased up on me, I slumped back against his chest, dazed and dripping with sweat and tears, my face flushed with shame. My nipples were still painfully hard, and I flinched every time he pulled a finger away.
There was no denying it anymore. I loved it when he did this to me.
“I love you, Cecilia. I love you so much,” he whispered.