Filthy Seduction: Ravenhead Series #3 Page 4

  She gasped as I bit her bottom lip hard. “Show me,” I growled. “Show me how much disdain you have for me.”

  I gripped her thigh and squeezed it until she whimpered against my mouth. Forcing it up, I hooked it around my hip letting my hard length drag across her core. I could feel her heat penetrating through those soft silky panties. I shoved my hips into her and she whimpered as I humped her against that steel elevator wall.

  “Fucking tell me just how much you abhor me. How much you can’t stand me while your pussy drips onto my cock.”

  I tugged at my zipper freeing myself while our kisses continued, urgent and heated, her tongue dancing along mine as I lifted her up into my arms, propping her ass against the railing for leverage. I broke the kiss and reached down between us, tugging her panties to the side.

  “Scream,” I demanded as I sunk my cock into her soaked pussy. It glided right in, and she did as I asked, screaming out as she tugged on my suit jacket.

  “Fuck!” I dragged my cock out and rammed it back inside of her, instantly missing her warmth.

  Her eyes flew to mine and they were filled with indignation as I continued to fuck her. Beneath that was also that fire I loved so damn much. I didn’t want to stop, but I also didn’t want to hurt her.

  “You hate me that much?” I asked, my tone filled with pain. I was in pain.

  She bit her lip and looked away, but I reached up and forced her to look at me as I slowed down my movements. My cock slowly rocking into her, teasing her. Pleasure shown in how she parted her lips and moaned as I grinded my pelvis against her clit.

  “Tell me, Princess. Do you hate me?”

  “No,” she breathed. “I don’t hate you.”

  I leaned in and nuzzled her neck, nipping at the collar bone as our fucking turned sensual. Just feeling one another as every inch of me filled her tight slit.

  My eyes met hers as I gripped her ass. “Then tell me. Tell me what you feel for me, Sabrina.”

  She gripped onto the lapels of my jacket crying out as I sped up, slamming into her in hard strokes. “Tell me,” I growled as she bowed back and screamed my name.

  My God she was beautiful, giving herself like she did. She wanted this and she wanted it badly. She wanted me, and I was going to force her to admit it. Reaching between us, I parted her lips exposing the hood of her clit. She gasped and moaned as I stroked it, my thumb rotating over it, pressing down on it and loving how she trembled in my arms.

  Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her ear. “Show me how much you can’t stand me, Sabrina. Cum for me.”

  “Lucian!” My name slipped out of her tongue on a sharp yell right before her body went into sweet shuddering convulsions. Her pussy milking my cock as it spasmed and tightened its hold on me. I continued to fuck her through it, continued to fuck the sweetest woman I’d ever had, fuck her until she had it clear in her head, and her body, that she was mine.

  “Tell me,” I bit down on her neck as I fucked her violently up against that wall. I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to admit it first.

  “I love you,” the words slipped out in a breathless incoherent whisper and I leaned back to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair disheveled, and her eyes glazed over in pleasure.

  “Yes, just like that baby girl.” I slipped my cock in and out of her, loving how her body reacted to mine.

  She moaned and leaned back against the wall, throwing her head back as I moved the dress over, exposing a pink and black silk bra. Her tits nearly spilled out of it and I groaned as I leaned in and dragged my tongue along the top seam.

  She bit her lip, running her hands along my hair as she watched my tongue push down on the thin material and bite at her nipple. Crying out, her pussy pulsed around me.

  “You like my cock in you, don’t you? You like to know you have Lucian Steele wrapped around your little finger. Craving you at every second of the day. It gets you off, doesn’t it Princess?”

  “Lucian,” she breathed as I reached out, yanking her bra down and letting those soft plush tits fall out. I gave out an instinctual growl and sucked one into my mouth, all while I continued to drive myself into her. I wanted her to cum with me. I wanted to devour her.

  “Hate me, beautiful. Hate me all you want, as long as I can have you whenever I want. Just like this, wrapped around my dick, helpless for my touch.”

  She moaned as I slid back in deep. She wasn’t even denying the fact that she enjoyed having me inside of her. On the contrary, she loved every fucking second of it.

  “You like getting fucked in an elevator, Princess? Knowing anyone could come in and watch this sweet little pussy wrap around my hard cock. Listen to how sweetly it sucks on me. So eager to get penetrated.”

  “Oh my God,” she breathed as I dropped her back onto my dick. God she felt so good consuming me.

  “That’s right, Princess. I’m your fucking god!”

  I rammed my cock deep and hard, my balls heavy and ready for release. “Cum all over me, Sabrina,” I ordered her as I suckled on one of her nipples, loving her squeals as her orgasm flooded through us both. Hers, triggering mine.

  The build up to it was so intense that when we finally let go we were left shaking in its aftermath. I slammed both my arms on either side of her as I convulsed, hot shudders running through me as I emptied myself inside of her, all while she moaned greedily and clung to me. After a long moment I let my cock slide out of her and gently set her down on the floor. She tugged on my jacket, still holding onto me as our hearts started to calm down.

  “You’re mine, whether you like it or not. I don’t ask Sabrina, I take what I want, and fuck do I want you.”

  I squeezed her waist pulling her against me and I felt her body mold itself to mine. “If you want to hate me, then hate me. But hate me with all your heart, Sabrina. That way at least I know I have a place there.”

  Cupping her cheeks I brought my face down to hers, pressing her forehead against my own. Crystalline drops of tears slid down her cheeks, falling onto my hand and the sight of them made me want to protect her heart as well as my own. I wanted to keep her safe, to have her trust me completely. Only me. More than her love, I yearned for that trust, because I knew that in it I could lose myself in her. I could give her the world, if she could only give herself to me completely.

  But the words she had uttered before, as much as they tugged at my heart, they were said out of pleasure. I wondered if she actually remembered that slight confession through her lust.

  “I’m going to leave you now, Princess.” I tipped her chin up until her pretty green eyes, glittering with tears, stared back into mine. “But you know where to find me if you need me, don’t you? Because you will need me, Sabrina. Just as much as I need you.”

  I bent down, gently brushing my lips against hers in a sweet kiss. Tearing myself from her side, I turned and walked out of that steel box, stepping right back into reality.

  5

  Sabrina

  I conceded, for the very first time in our relationship, that Lucian Steele was right. There was an irrevocable need to be near him, to taste his lips, to let him have me. All of me.

  I’d managed to keep away from him the last few days, avoiding his calls, his texts, listening to his voice messages made me instantly wet as he described exactly what he wanted to do with me. At one point, I could hear his grunts as he came for me, at least I think he did. God, the man was absolutely dark and sinful, and he grated on all my senses, not just my nerves.

  I lost control with him, and I was not a woman to lose control. Those words that slipped out of my lips were an accident. A sheer mistake. And I hoped to God he hadn’t heard them, he hadn’t taken them to heart. Me, love Lucian Steele. I must be crazy.

  Yes somehow, deep inside, I had this feeling that what I had uttered in that moment had been exactly what he’d made me feel. But that did not mean, I’d let him do it again.

  Seated in the corner at the bar back at The James Hotel, I sipped on
my Martini, savoring the hints of citrus as I looked out the panoramic windows that lined the walls of the establishment. Every now and then, the door leading to the rooftop would open and I’d feel the slight chill in the air as it slithered up my bare legs. I shivered and took another sip of my drink. My eyes ran the span of the room and suddenly landed on a very familiar broad back.

  Not seeing him in the past few days had only fueled my lust. He was only a few feet away and I immediately squeezed my thighs together, keeping myself from running into his arms once again. The ache in my core escalated, his dark eyes meeting mine and I felt as they burrowed through me. As he turned to face me I knew exactly what he wanted, and every cell in my body was aware of his presence. His strides were long and purposeful as he made his way towards me. His gaze was hungry, he reminded me of a predator in heat, and I was more than ready to be brought down on my knees and mounted.

  He didn’t say a word as he directed his comments to the bartender. His hand reached down and caressed my thigh, the slit fell open exposing my flesh as I crossed my legs in an attempt to shield myself from his touch. I could see the lingering of a smirk as his hand continued to run up my leg, the pad of his thumb squeezing as it ran up my inner thigh. Gasping, my cheeks lit on fire as I heard him order his drink, my eyes fixated on his hand which was continuing to slide further up under my dress until he stopped just at the base of my mound.

  “I told you, you’d know where to find me.” He took a sip of his whiskey and finally looked down at me. “Feeling needy yet?”

  I bit my lip as his fingertips played along the seam of my panty line. The faint touch lit me up like a furnace and I could feel my body spiraling into this lust filled abyss.

  “Yes. You’ll do just fine, Princess.” He licked his lips as his eyes traced down my neckline and lingered on the dip in my cleavage. I swallowed hard, instinctively gripping my glass and slowly bringing it up to my lips, taking a long, much needed gulp of the hard liquor.

  “What do you think all these people would say if they knew just how wet you were for me, Princess? How slick and horny the pretentious and upright Miss Montgomery was while being fondled by none other than the controversial playboy, Lucian Steele, at the elite bar of the Jimmy, no less? What do you think they’d say?”

  His voice rumbled through me, all husky and velvet hot. “Tell me, Princess.”

  His fingers delved under the seam of my panties, my breath hitching as his hands slid right through my wet core. He hummed in satisfaction, the sound vibrating through my body and I bit back a whimper as his thumb brushed softly upwards and over my hardened clit. I stared up into those dark, soulful eyes as he slowly removed his hand form beneath my skirt and brushed that same thumb, glistening with my juices, along my red lips.

  My mouth parted- my eyelids heavy as they fluttered shut, the alcohol swirling through me. He tilted my chin up placing his lips against mine and running his whiskey coated tongue along the top, nipping at my bottom lip.

  “Mmmm, just like I remembered. You taste like heaven and sin, Miss Montgomery, and I won’t deny I want more.”

  He growled against my lips and I whimpered not caring anymore. I couldn’t speak when he was around, he stole my words with his heated caresses and sinful words of his own. There was this ease about him that made me give into him. Like he knew exactly what to do with me, how to manipulate my senses to do anything he wanted.

  “Come with me,” he murmured against my temple, and I obeyed instantly. Lifting my coat, he draped it over my shoulders as he led me outside on the rooftop. The wind picked up and there were only a few souls gazing out onto the city as they took long drags of their cigarettes. Smoke lingered on their lips and their eyes met ours as we passed them by. Their knowing looks made me shiver with excitement. The pool was lit up in a purple hue, and there were heaters lining the rooftop. He walked us towards the side of a white wall, all the way on the other end where no one could see us.

  I needed to tell him about Catchfire. I needed to tell him now, but his mouth on the side of my neck made me falter. “I need to tell you something.”

  “Tell me later,” he nipped at my earlobe and sucked it into his mouth. His hands gripped my dress and I felt the soft silk slowly ascending up above my thighs.

  “If you’d stop attacking me, maybe I could tell you...Ohhhh,” I breathed as the cool wind hit my core. The palm of his hands quickly heated it up as he slid it against my bare mound.”

  “Mmhmm, tell me.”

  “I, I can’t...believe...”

  He chuckled as his fingers ran over my clit and I shook in his arms. “Cold?”

  I grabbed onto the railing as he continued his dance along my wet slit and I focused on the city traffic below us. Apartments lit up their windows as people got home to their loved ones, their arrival lighting up the Manhattan skyline. And here I was, perched against the railing of the Jimmy New York, my skirt being raised over my hips as Lucian Steele’s powerful hands did what they wanted with me.

  He growled as his hand slipped out of my depth and squeezed my plush backside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  I arched back against him as his thick cock swept in between my now dewy thighs. Reaching down, my fingertips roamed around his thick swollen head and he groaned.

  “Dirty girl,” his hips slammed into me as he squeezed my ass. “I’d spank you if I could,” he growled in my ear making me whimper.

  He dragged his cock through my slickness and as he came back I rubbed my thumb along his slit. He groaned as my hand was coated with his sticky cum. Pulling back, I looked over at him and sucked my fingers clean.

  “Fuck,” he cupped my cheek and kissed me hard just as his cock slid into me. I cried out against his lips but he was relentless, hugging me tight as he rolled his hips forward, sliding in deeper.

  “Oh you are a dirty girl. I can’t wait to have you on your knees and willing to take every drop of me.”

  I stifled a groan as he drove his hips up, the rim of his cock hitting my g-spot. I grabbed onto his hands as they slid up my bodice, cupping my breasts as he took me. The cold autumn wind swept around us as the world was indifferent to our elicit acts.

  A cold drift encircled us, lifting my skirt up, once again exposing me to the brisk night air. “Do you like knowing we can get caught, Princess? That this pretty pussy, at this moment, may be watched by degenerate voyeurs across the way?

  “Lucian,” I breathed.

  “What, Sabrina? You like the thought, don’t you? It makes you hot that someone else is staring at this dirty pussy while I fuck it.”

  “Lucian!”

  He chuckled. “Why don’t you tell me what you supposedly wanted to tell me.”

  I focused on the changing of the lights on the Empire State Building as his finger circled my clit, his cock fucking me slow. It was the most erotic feeling I’d ever experienced. His mouth swept up to my ear as he gripped me harder still.

  “Or is my Princess going to cum on my cock?”

  I whimpered and gyrated against him as his cock started to drive in deeper, giving me longer strokes that had me gasping for air. My lips trembled as his fingers slid across my heated core.

  “Let go, Princess. Cum all over my cock, I want to feel your tight cunt seal me in again.”

  As my body tensed, my legs shook, and I couldn’t help but cry out, his hand coming up to cover my mouth as he pounded into me. Shocks of pleasure slammed into me over and over as his cock rubbed my g-spot so sweetly. He groaned in my ear and I felt his hips grind into my ass. His movements subtle yet rough as he emptied himself inside of me. I leaned forward, pressing back into him as his hot cum dribbled out and down my thighs.

  His head fell against my shoulder blades, his hands roaming along my hips in soothing caresses, while his ragged breaths warmed my chilled skin. My legs quivered gently at his touch. My coat had at some point dropped to the floor and the only thing sheathing us from sight was his own black coat that swayed in the wind.

>   Slipping out of me, the sensation made me moan as I missed him instantly. He slid my skirt down and I twirled around, watching as he tucked himself in. Lifting my coat off the floor, his dark gaze met mine.

  I leaned back on the railing, now shivering as I missed the heat of his body. He smiled down at me then, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip. Tugging me into him, he draped my coat around my shoulders and tipped my head back so his lips grazed mine.

  “I don’t know what type of game you’re playing at Sabrina, but if you’re Father sent you to entice me, he did a damn good job because I can’t keep my goddamn hands off you.”

  “No games,” I whispered. “I don’t like playing games.”

  “You better not be, because if you are, if there’s even an inkling of betrayal, I’ll destroy you and your father.”

  He went to leave, and I tugged on the lapels of his coat. He held still, but his eyes were looking out at the city. “I don’t care about my Father.”

  My words made him look down at me. His eyes wary as he leaned toward me, his hands perched on the railing at either side of me, caging me in. His warmth engulfed me and I shivered against him, my body melting into his.

  “I want you,” he confessed, his voice deep and harsh. “I want you hard and rough, I want you bending to my will, I want to manipulate your sweet pussy until you’re crying out my name-do you understand?”

  I nodded and looked up at him, my eyes heavy with lust. “I understand.”

  He gripped my waist and pressed his forehead to mine. “Sir.”

  “What,” I breathed, not quite understanding what he was saying.

  “I understand, Sir.” His challenging glare made me think twice. “If you want to be mine then you need to understand that I always have stipulations and rules. That you’ll always abide by those set of rules. That you’ll be bound to me in every way possible. Are you willing to do that for me, Sabrina?”

  I stared back at him, reality quickly setting in. Lucian Steele had secrets, dark secrets that both scared and fascinated me. He was giving me an out, and my hesitation forced him to turn away from me.