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Lucien stood unmoving as Nicky’s lips traced the pattern of his tattoos, his breath catching in his throat when he felt the moist flick of Nicky’s tongue against his pebble-hard nipple, the brush of those fiery red curls against his sensitized flesh.

This whole evening with Nicky had been a time of revelation for Lucien; his anger when she didn’t meet him at Petruccio’s, his hunger for her in the back of his car, that hunger raging out of control once they were in his apartment, followed by their argument and the regret he had felt when he had thought she had gone, and the fact that he was now allowing her to make love to him; albeit with his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.

Because ordinarily Lucien wouldn’t have allowed any of those things to happen. Not the anger. The uncontrollable passion. The regret that a woman had left him. His willingness now to allow Nicky the freedom to explore his body.

Which she was doing unashamedly, as she now slipped the robe off his shoulders before allowing it to fall at his feet on the carpeted floor. Lucien almost came right then and there when he saw the unhidden pleasure in her eyes as she gazed her fill of him.

Nicky had already known that Lucien was firm and muscled; he had not only carried her out of the car, but into the building, and then into his apartment, after all.

But she hadn’t appreciated just how beautiful his completely naked body was until now that she could look her fill; shoulders wide, muscled, clearly defined chest, tapering to a lean waist and thighs, legs long and graceful, his shaft—oh lord, his shaft!

Surrounded by dark curls, it jutted up proud in its arousal; so long and thick, moisture glistening on the darker bulbous tip.

“Lucien, I want to—will you let me...?” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as she dropped down onto her knees in front of him, fingers encircling the long and turgid length of him as she looked up at him enquiringly.

“Do you seriously think that any man is going to say no to a woman who wants—Nicky!” Lucien’s knees almost buckled beneath him as she took the whole of his head into the moist heat of her mouth, that heat instantly shooting the length of his shaft and into his balls. “Jesus...that is—fuck!” He reached out to grasp onto her shoulders in order to maintain his balance as he felt the rasping lick of her tongue lathing moistly over his flesh, almost losing it completely as her other hand cupped and then gently squeezed his sac.

Lucien could no longer think straight, let alone attempt to speak, as he watched Nicky’s tongue swirl and over his sensitive glans before her lips parted even further and she sucked the length of his cock to the back of her throat, the look of ecstasy on her face telling him how much she was enjoying sucking him.

There was no way Nicky could possibly be enjoying this as much as he was!

The rhythm she set was driving him crazy. Slowly up, and then just as slowly down. Up, and then down again. Each time allowing him to touch the back of her throat until he began to thrust and arch into every suck and withdrawal, his balls tightening every time he felt the swirl of that wicked tongue against his weeping slit, her tongue lapping up his juices, her throat moving as she greedily swallowed him down.

It was the single most erotic experience of Lucien’s life, as he watched the thrusting of his cock into Nicky’s mouth, every inch of him, time and time again, her own tiny groans of pleasure humming down the length of his cock as she sucked and swallowed, until he felt as if his balls were about to explode.

He’d had oral sex with women before, but on those occasions it had always been with the knowledge that they were set on pleasing him because they wanted something more from him: expensive presents, to be a part of his exclusive lifestyle. Nicky had made it clear she wanted none of those things from him.

Which had to mean she just wanted
him
. To pleasure and please him, because she wanted to.

That knowledge sent him hurtling towards the edge, teeth tightly clenched as his fingers gripped Nicky’s shoulders, as he was no longer able to hold back the fierceness of his thrusts.

The tight spasm at the base of his spine finally warned him he was about to come in her mouth. “You have to stop, Nicky—”

“Nunh,” she protested throatily as Lucien would have pulled her off and away from him.

It was too late anyway, that growled protest at the back of her throat having sent tremors the length of Lucien’s cock before vibrating in his balls, that pleasure then shooting straight back up again and taking him with it.

Nicky felt Lucien’s shaft thicken and throb, and his sac tighten in her hand, just seconds before his cum pumped hotly into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of thick, salty-sweet cum shooting hotly down her throat as Lucien held her in place, the muscles in his legs taut and strained as he thrust into her harder and fiercer.

She sucked greedily on that pulsing length, continuing to suck and swallow until she was sure she had taken every last delicious-tasting drop.

Which was when she realized exactly what she had just done...

Oh she didn’t regret making love to Lucien for a moment; she would do it all over again if he would let her.

If he would let her...

Because what she
had
done was take charge, and ignore, fight against Lucien, when he had tried to call an end to her lovemaking. Something Lucien had warned her was completely unacceptable, that he would ‘give’ but she was never to ‘take’ from him.

Refusing to stop sucking his shaft until he came was definitely under the heading of taking from him!

She didn’t move, was almost afraid to move as he pulled back, the length of his softening cock leaving her mouth to fall damp and semi-erect against his thigh, his hands finally relaxing and then releasing her shoulders.

Nicky kept her head bowed as she sat back on her heels, the tingling of her lips, and the taste of Lucien, a sharp reminder of what she had just done.

Her tension increased as the seconds ticked by and Lucien made no effort to speak, only the ragged sound of his breathing, and her own softer inhale and exhale, to break that tense and expectant silence.

Finally, when Nicky knew she couldn’t stand the tension a moment longer, she looked up at Lucien beneath her lashes.

His head was bowed, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, his tattooed chest continuing to rise and fall as he drew deep breaths into his starved lungs, his skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, muscled legs braced apart for balance as she knelt between them.

What was he thinking?

What was he going to say?

Or do...

Nicky’s heart pounded rapidly in her chest as she knew, was so very aware, that she had just broken one—another one—of Lucien’s rules. She had stepped over that line he had warned her never to breech.

And if he became that cold and controlling Lucien again now that she had, then she knew this would all be over for the two of them.

Not because Nicky feared that coldness, or that dominating side of him, because she didn’t.

But she had seen another side of Lucien tonight. It was the man behind the controlled mask she didn’t want to have to walk away from.

The man she wanted to get to know better.

If
Lucien would let her...

“I’m sorry, Lucien,” the words came out in a whoosh, as the tension became just too much for her. “I know I shouldn’t have done that.” She was babbling, Nicky knew that she was, she just didn’t seem to be able to stop herself. “I know you don’t like the woman to take control. I just—” She came to an abrupt halt as Lucien’s eyelids finally opened and she could see the emotion burning in the depth of his eyes. Anger? Or something else...?

He frowned as he gave a shake of his head. “Are you under the mistaken impression that I’m a Dom and expect you to behave as my Sub?”

Nicky blinked. “Well, I… You do like control, and—and I do seem to be on my knees in front of you,” she murmured lamely.

“That was your choice, not mine,” he muttered as he bent to place his hands beneath her elbows and lifted her up onto her feet in front of him as he looked at her searchingly. “Yes, I like control, Nicky, but only of myself, no one else.”

She swallowed. “So it was okay, what I just did?”

“Okay?” he repeated incredulously. “Nicky, you just
gave
me the deepest physical pleasure I’ve ever known.”

Nicky’s apprehension began to melt away. “I did...?”

“You did.” He nodded ruefully. “Nicky, I know I’m an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, that I like things my way, and if people don’t like it they know the alternative. But that no longer includes you, Nicky. I’m not sure that could ever include you again,” he acknowledged huskily.

Nicky breathed out a sigh of relief.

Because Lucien was obviously still Lucien—arrogant and demanding, yes, but not that cold and controlling man she was starting to dislike.

Did his comments also mean Lucien was actually starting to care for her—?

Maybe that was going a bit too far, Nicky checked her thoughts ruefully; Lucien didn’t allow himself to
care
for people. She really did need to keep remembering that, or she was going to find herself falling in love with this intense and complicated man. And that would surely be the biggest disaster in her life so far.

Worse than her father being shot and killed because he had dared—or been stupid enough—to steal ten million pounds from the wrong man.

Worse than these past years of running and hiding in case that same man caught up with her and Neil.

Oh yes, Nicky believed falling in love, with a man as unattainable as Lucien, could be—would be—more of a disaster than either of those things.

She shook off her mood of despondency. She was here with Lucien now, and she had every intention of enjoying every second of it. “I’m not going to complain if you feel the need to reciprocate by giving me the ‘deepest physical pleasure I’ve ever known’...” She eyed him teasingly. “If you think you’re up to it, that is!”

Lucien quirked one dark eyebrow. “Are you challenging me, Miss McKenzie?”

A ripple of excitement ran the length of Nicky’s spine as she heard the rumble of danger in his tone. A danger that threatened a retribution she was sure she was going to very much enjoy. “I do believe I am, Mr. Wynter.” She nodded.

He gave what could only be a feral smile. “Sure about that?”

No, not really, not when Lucien had such a look of determination on his face. An intensity and determination that was all directed at
her
.

“Very sure.” Nicky threw out the challenge even as she turned and ran towards the sanctuary of the en-suite bathroom.

Lucien caught up with her before she was even halfway across the bedroom, of course, grabbing hold of her arm and spinning her around to face him, his eyes glittering as he bent down and threw her over his shoulder.

“Lucien!” Her protest became a disbelieving squeak as a hard slap landed on her exposed bottom. “Lucien...? You can’t do that—”

“I believe I just did,” he assured with satisfaction as he delivered a smack.

“That was—oh!” Nicky groaned her pleasure as Lucien now stroked where he had slapped, the heat of his hand against her throbbing bottom now causing the juices to flow between her thighs. “Oh...” she gasped again as those knowing fingers now stroked her swollen labia, spreading her juices over and around the hardness of her throbbing clit.

“More?” Lucien drawled dryly, his cock having already hardened again just thinking of the things he intended doing to and with Nicky.

“More...” Nicky now groaned breathlessly.

Lucien chuckled his satisfaction as sat down on the side of the bed with Nicky lying bare-assed across his thighs, those beautiful twin globes already a rosy and enticing red.

They were in for a very long night...

Chapter 10

Nicky woke the next morning to the feel of the heavy weight of one of Lucien’s legs thrown over both of hers, and one of his arms resting lightly across her breasts as he held her tightly against his side.

Daylight was showing weakly through the undrawn curtains, and she pushed the tangle of her hair from her face so that she could look at the bedside clock. Six o’clock.

How much sleep had she had? It couldn’t have been very much. Lucien had been insatiable last night, refusing to take his own release until he had taken Nicky to heights of pleasure she had never dreamed of, and in ways that now made her blush to remember them.

Never, not in her wildest fantasies—all of them featuring this man—had Nicky even
thought
of some of the things Lucien had done to and with her the previous night.

There wasn’t an inch of her that hadn’t known his possession. That didn’t feel aching and sore this morning. And her poor bottom felt as if it was on fire from where Lucien had spanked her several more times, and then stroked her to orgasm twice, before he assured her he was now completely convinced she genuinely regretted challenging him.

Who knew that having her bottom spanked so expertly would be so arousing?

Especially when it was interspersed with those caressing fingers entering her and stroking her clit and giving her pleasure.