“Memorize this cock, my dear Lucy.” He fucked me against the mirror while I hung on to him, opening my body to welcome more of his lashing. “Memorize it well. Because, once you leave, you will always come back begging for it. No man will compare.”

God, my pussy started to contract. I shouldn’t be turned on, but his dominating side had gotten me beyond wet and horny.

“You didn’t let anyone fuck this glorious cunt and you never will.” His hands gripped my breasts as he fucked me harder. “This. Is. My. Cunt, Lucy. It’s always been fucking mine.”

“No. I will prove you wrong,” I stuttered, hating and loving him at the same time.

He immediately stopped, looking at me like a wild animal being provoked and ready to attack. “Liar. You won’t even have the guts to do it.”

“We shall see.”

His hand gripped my chin while I felt him pulse inside me, barely containing his rage. “Stop. Lying.”

I wasn’t sure where this was heading, however his anger and jealousy had brought something out of me. “How can you tell I’m lying?” I taunted him.

“I just know.”

Arrogant ass.

Searching his eyes, I felt his cock push further, slowly stroking and teasing the fire within me.

“I love you.” The words had escaped my lips before I could stop them.

“Lucy!” he warned, picking up the tempo, feeling like the mirror was about to crack from the force of his pounding.

“Oh, baby. I’m close,” I whispered against his lips, kissing him with everything I had as he drove me into ecstasy, finally laying it all on the line.

Then, I screamed it again, telling him how I truly felt.

Chapter 28

Lucy

We were just coming off the high of our mating. He was still lodged inside me, looking at me with confusion.

I loved him, yet he didn’t believe it. His eyes told me so. I didn’t want to say it again to make him believe me.

“Can you take yourself off me? I need to clean up.”

He groaned as he started licking and nipping my neck. “I will. Just give me a moment to enjoy this a little bit longer.”

His lips then sought mine, kissing me thoroughly, senselessly. It wasn’t long before I started gyrating my hips, feeling him harden to full length.

“Keep fucking my cock, baby.”

My lips parted when I slid him deeper into me. As I threw my head back, one of his hands cupped my breast while the other reached to touch my clit, rubbing it earnestly as I fucked him good. Hard and fast.

It wasn’t long until I came, twice, before it was his turn, unloading his seed into my womb.

Our lips connected, panting and out of breath. Cupping my cheek, he kissed my lips, my nose, then my lips again. “Don’t ever ask me to let you go because I would, even if it would cost me everything.”

I doubted I could ever walk away, but I kept that fact to myself. My thoughts were all over the place. If I could only get over what had happened in the past—his marriage, Amelia—it would make my life my much easier.

“Do you want me to run us a bath? You could lean against me while I give you a massage.” He was grinning, stroking my cheek as if he truly cherished me.

“Can I do a rain check? I have to get back home.” I hadn’t been to my flat since I had come back from Kent. I’d been living here this whole time.

He looked taken aback. “You’re not staying the night?”

“No. I was thinking of packing some items to bring here and coming back tomorrow morning. I hope that’s okay?” Why was he reacting this way? It wasn’t as if I was actually going partying after this. Besides, I was aware I’d been doing it just to taunt him. He was right; I would never have the guts to do it because I was his, and I simply loved him too much.

“Oh…” His face softened before touching his lips against mine, brushing them lightly before whispering into my ear, “We can go together and sleep the night in your flat if you like.”

When he became this amorous towards me, I melted like a sappy idiot.

“I’m not going out…” My nose angled to the base of his neck, breathing him in, wanting to prolong this feeling—this overabundance of love that freely flowed through me.

His arm tightened around me, like he was just as spellbound as I was. “I know.”

Maybe one day, when things settled down, given time, he could start loving me again…

“Toby?”

“Hmm?”

“I wasn’t planning to really walk out that door to go out—” I paused, adding, “I mean, I would if I had sought you and you hadn’t cared less…”

He pulled back to study my face. “You’re not like the others out there. You’re sentimental,” he touched my heart, “in here.” Blue eyes searched mine, telling me something I couldn’t decipher. “You’re one of the good girls, Luce.”

Was that a bad thing? They did say good girls got walked on… Amelia clearly wasn’t the type, so what had attracted him to her? She was beautiful, and of course, she had said that time during Christmas that they’d had amazing sex…

His dick was inside me still and he was getting hard again. This cock had been in someone else’s vagina, pleasuring her body like it did with mine…

I knew what he’d done, but if I broke it down like that, the pain only intensified.

“Did I say something awful? You seem to be in pain…” he asked, worried as he lifted my chin, searching for some indication.

I was in pain, but my wounds weren’t visible—the kind that didn’t heal, the kind that never stopped bleeding, the kind that killed you yet you remained alive. It was that kind of pain.

Staring into the eyes of the man I had given my heart to, I couldn’t help asking the question that nagged in the back of my mind. “How was sex with her? Was it better than this?”

“This is such an inconvenient time to ask such questions—I’m stuck inside you, incase that left your notice.”

“Just answer the question.”

“It’s different.”

Why was he stalling? He knew what I wanted to know.

“Define different for me.”

He groaned, hating every second of this interrogation. “She was experienced in different styles,” he said wretchedly. “I don’t know… it’s just different.”

If Amelia had managed to keep Blake Knightly entertained for months, then she probably was a dynamite in bed.




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