The conversation yesterday went exactly how I expected it to, the promise I made her I intend to keep. There is nothing or no one that will take her away from me again. Don’t worry my love, soon you’ll be screaming my name. In pleasure. I will make you beg. The thoughts running through my head have my cock rock hard. Thinking of bending her to my will, making her ache for my touch. To make her beg for me to give her the release that only I can give her has my mind flooded with dirty images. I look forward to Saturday when I will have her back. When I will be inside her hot little cunt. I am going to fuck her so hard, she will be mine forever.

The sweat is running down my back and I am loving it. I haven’t been for a run in such a long time I only now realize how much I miss it. It’s only just gone 6 am and Cassie is arriving later today. I think that’s where my energy is coming from. The thought of seeing here again has my body on fire. There are a few people out and I decide to make a quick stop at our coffee shop. Fuck Verán, you’re so soppy. Get a grip of your balls man! As soon as I step inside, instinct makes my eyes flicker to her table. When I do, I stop dead. There’s a brunette sitting in the chair I am so used to seeing Cassie in, when the ghost from my past sees me her eyes light up. What the fuck is she doing here?

I do a double take, but there’s no doubt it’s her. She sits back watching my reaction to her. When the smile on her face fades, I realize she’s seen my shocked expression. My blood starts at a slow simmer, as I walk up to the table, it turns to an unbearable boil. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My voice is low, the danger in it is unmistakable.

“Luca, didn’t you miss me?” Gripping her hand, I pull her out of the coffee shop, earning a few strange looks from the people queuing. As soon as we’re outside I pull her along the sidewalk. I stop abruptly and turn to face her. She hasn’t changed. It unnerves me.

“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here?” I hiss in her face and she flinches. No doubt remembering the last time I told her to leave me alone.

“I… Luca.”

“Don’t you fucking call me that!” I pull her into the alleyway on the side of the coffee shop. “Did Claudia bring you here?” Her slight nod tells me all I need to know. “You’re the one calling Cassie aren’t you?” Another nod and my anger is skyrocketing. My body is vibrating with rage at this fucking game that Claudia is playing. I am over it. This ends now.

“I… She… Luca.” My hand is around her neck in an instant. Cassie’s face flashes in my mind, and I can’t stop myself. This ghost needs to get the fuck out of my life.

“I said don’t fucking call me that. You have no right!” I watch her gasp for air, but I don’t care if she stops breathing. It’s her fucking fault my life is such a mess. “You will leave the city and never fucking look back okay!”

When I release her neck, I watch her gulp deep breaths. The choking sounds make me smile. Good, little bitch! “And you tell Claudia, to leave me and Cassie the fuck alone!” Stepping onto the sidewalk, I run up the hill back to my apartment. I need to get ready. My girl will be here soon and I don’t want her to find me in the state I am in right now.

When I reach my apartment, the anger has dissipated, but it’s still tugging at me. I open the apartment door, and step inside. Noticing that Martha has been here. I gave her strict instructions to set up the table and make sure the place looked romantic. She’s gone all out. The place has beautiful white candles set up around every flat surface. There are red rose petals strewn on the shag rug near the window. The champagne flutes are set up on the counter and I notice the bucket is ready for ice and a bottle. All I need to do is finish up the dinner when we’re ready to eat. Although, there is something other than dinner I wouldn’t mind devouring. Cassie. My earlier encounter with my past has drifted from my mind. I realize I need to sort it out, but I could do later. After my girl is back in my arms.

As soon as I step into the shower, I turn on the spray and revel in the heat on my skin. I close my eyes and try to calm myself, the tension in my shoulders releases and I picture brown curls, splayed on my pillow. Those mocha eyes, staring up at me as she cries out my name.

* * *

“So, you’re going to him when we land?” Jayce looks at me earnestly. I nod, I had told him about the call and what Lucien said. “Good, I want to see you happy princess, you deserve to have that.”

“Thank you for, well…” How do I say, thank you for taking my pain away with your impressive erection? Cassie, seriously? You want to thank him for fucking you into oblivion? Well, yea! I giggle at my inner dialogue. I stare into those sky-blue eyes; his expression is one of amusement.

“For what Cassie? Making you scream my name? It was my pleasure. Trust me, it was!” The heat on my face spreads over my cheeks, and I realize they must be crimson.

“Well, yea, I suppose, but also for being there and taking care of me.” He shrugs like it was part of his job to do that. Over the past month I was a complete train wreck, but somehow Jayce seemed to pull me from the dark hole and into a rather normal version of my former self.

“Just don’t let him sweet talk you into taking him back without an appropriate apology. He can be incredibly convincing.” He leans forward and gives my hand a squeeze.

“Yes he can be, and I won’t. I am definitely not just going to let him walk all over me. He was the one who walked away, and he said things that aren’t easily forgivable. I told him that over the phone, so he needs to really go all out with his apology.”

Jayce laughs, “Good, I will always be here for you princess. Remember that okay?” I nod. “Now, will you hook me up with Kenna?” I chuck a cushion at him and he chuckles. “What?”

“You’re insatiable!” He nods, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I am single; I have no one to answer to.” It was true, but still something about it niggled at me. Wouldn’t it be weird if he dated Kenna? Not for me, maybe for her. I could always chat to her? She would want all the dirty details about him. I can think about it later. Right now, I needed to ready myself to face Lucien.

We would touch down in an hour, I peer out of the window, the sun was low on the horizon. “Jayce,” I turn to him. “How long did it take for you to forgive Lucien for what he did to your sister?” I notice a glint of sadness dance in his sky-blue eyes. His gaze settles on the window as he speaks and I remain still, waiting for him to share his story.

“Two years. It was a painful time for us both. We grew up together, but I was always the kid from the wrong side of the tracks. You know?” His gaze falls on me again and I nod. “His mother,” shutting his eyes as if something troubled him. “I mean step-mother, she despised me from the outset. Always telling Lucien I was bad news. When he called me that night, I wanted to kill him.” He turned away again, and I assumed he would not tell me more when he astounded me and continued.

“I helped him. He was, still is my best friend. I needed him healthy. He was like my brother. I mean, he still is.” A grin cracked on his handsome face and the anxiety was gone. “Once we forgave each other, it became easier, but now and then we struggle. Nothing will ever be the same, but I never walk out on my friends.” His smile is genuine and the crinkle in his nose makes me giggle. He shrugs, like that made perfect sense.

“Wow, I am glad he has a friend like you. He needed it.”

When we disembarked Robert was already at the car waiting. “I will talk to you later princess. Good luck!” Jayce held me for a long time. His warm embrace calmed my nerves, but only for so long. As soon as I was in the car on my way to Lucien’s place they would start up again.

“Thanks, Jayce. Give Kenna a call. Maybe she wants to have dinner or something.”

“Yea, maybe I will.” I turn to face Robert, his face giving nothing away.

“Ms. Winters.” Robert gives me a smile as he opens the door for me, I slip inside.

“Thank you Robert.” He gives me a brief nod. He walks over to the driver’s door and slides in, the engine purrs to life. “How is he?” His eyes glance at me in the rear-view mirror.

“He seems calm today Ms. Winters. I think he is looking forward to seeing you again.” A small smile cracks on his face again and I almost gasp. Robert is always so serious, him smiling is really strange.

“Okay, thanks.” I sit back and watch the city pass us by. This was it, time to fess up and come clean. If he really wants a fresh start, then we have to let go of the past and move forward together. If he doesn’t, then I am not sure what I am going to do. My heart lurches at the thought.

* * *

It’s almost time, she’s going to be here soon and I can’t wait. The thought of having her in my arms is making my heart race. When did you become such a pussy? To be honest, I am scared shitless. I have to admit that. Nothing that I have ever done, could prepare me for this. There are things that have scared me before, but with Cassie the thought of never having another chance with her brings a physical pain to my chest. Something that can’t be described. I need her. There’s nothing more to it. She needs to be in my life.

As dark as my soul is, she’s the light that makes my life worth living. Her body, her mind and her soul will be mine. I am going to own her, in every fucking way. That tight heat that milks my cock will be mine. Those gorgeous tits that I can’t help devouring will be mine. Most importantly, her heart, will be all mine. The erection in my sweats is throbbing and I can’t tame it. I hope she’s ready to be taken. Hard and fast and in every fucking way possible, on every surface of my penthouse.

I text Robert, asking him to bring her straight to the penthouse. There is no way I could meet her there, we wouldn’t get further than the backseat of my Aston, before her panties will be shred into tiny pieces and my tongue would be tasting her sweet honey.

I want her bound to the bed, she needs a whipping for fucking Jayce, and she can’t deny it because I know she has. I don’t care if I walked away, she shouldn’t have moved on. Yes, I am being unreasonable, but that’s what happens when it comes to her. I am an unreasonable bastard. That peachy little ass will be marked with my handprint. Soon, baby. So very fucking soon.

As soon as the car pulls up I stand at the window. When she steps out of the car my body is aching to be near her. She’s brought me to my knees, the love that I have for her is all-consuming. My days are spent thinking of her, my nights spent dreaming of her. Every breath I take is because of her. I claimed her when I was thirteen years old that means she’s meant to be with me. Tonight, I will make that right. In more ways than one. I wait for her in the living room. She's seen me at the window. I take a sip of the strong amber liquid, savoring the burn, before I look into those mocha eyes again.

* * *

Robert pulls up to the apartment and gets out to open my door. I take a deep breath and step out. When my gaze flits up, I notice the light on in the living room, I can see Lucien standing at the window with a glass of Scotch in his hand. He gives me a small wave and turns from the window.

“Ms. Winters,” Robert hands me my coat and I walk up to the building. I turn back towards him and smile. With a small smile I mouth a “thank you” I turn to meet my fate.

“Cassandra,” Lucien opens the door as I reach the top of the stairs. “I am glad you’re here.” He steps aside, allowing me access to the apartment.

“Thank you, I didn’t think I would ever see this place again.”

“Can I get you a drink?” I turn around and he is behind me. So close his scent washes over me and the need inside me for him ignites. Weeks of not being with him have brought me here. To the shattered man I see before me. His eyes stare into mine and I see his soul, the one he tries to convince me is full of darkness. I see right through him and I realize he sees right through me.

“Yes, please.” I turn to the living room and take in the beautiful dinner setting. There are candles on every surface, their flames dancing in the dim light. Rose petals are strewn across the carpet at the window. He’s really trying. I can’t face him, yet. “You did all this?” My gaze on the window, staring at the beautiful view. The sun is setting and the lights of the city flicker to life.

“I had a bit of help.” I jump at the nearness of Lucien’s voice behind me. “Sorry, I…” His face looks so tired, drawn, like he hadn’t slept in weeks. I turn and take the glass from his hand. When my fingers brush against his, the electric current coursing through my veins alights my desire. There is nothing this man can do to make me hate him. The love is still so tangible between us.

“It’s okay, I’m just…” I am not sure what to say or do. He turns to turn on the sound system in the living room. A soft voice fills the air and I recognize the song by Jay Sean called War. These lyrics held so much more meaning than I could have imagined. It was like he reached into my chest and gripped heart, squeezing it so tight I found it hard to breathe. I gulped the amber liquid down, wincing at the burning sensation in my chest. It’s strong, but I think I need it.

“Cassie, are you okay?” Lucien grabs my elbow in concern and the electric spark that flowed between us shot through me like a hot knife gliding through butter. As much as my body wants to meld into his, I step back, looking into his green eyes and see the concern etched on his face. This is excruciating. I can’t just fall into his arms; he needs to apologize. A few candles and rose petals won’t make things right.

“Yes, fine. Why am I here, Lucien?” I couldn’t do this anymore. It was too much being around him. I pivoted from his gaze. The need to add space between us overwhelms me, and I step back. It calms the tension in my stomach. Like a teenager on her first date I am nervous and unsure.

“I… I miss you, Cassie.” His voice low, tinged with sadness.

“You were the one who walked away not me.” I turn to face him. He nods, downing the rest of his whiskey, he walks over to the bar and grabs the bottle.

“Another one?” I follow him, setting the tumbler on the countertop. As I watch him, I realize his hands are trembling. Is he as scared as I am? The need to hold him, for him to hold me, and tell me that he wants me back is strong.

I have been and still am broken, completely and utterly shattered. The trust I gave him, letting him into my heart away when I shouldn’t have. I had no choice in the matter, my heart was his before I let him in. Even when he hurt me, I realized there was nothing I could have done, because he was it for me. He was part of me. As I stand here looking at him, I know there is nothing more I can ask for, only him. “Cassandra, I want you to tell me something. I am going to look into your magical brown eyes, and I want you to tell me the truth. My feelings for you are too strong to walk away from this. You’re inside me, you course through my veins like a drug. When I am not with you, I can’t live. There is nothing in this world that I could ever want more than you. If I have to spend my life showing you that I will. That is a promise I am making now, and it’s a promise I will keep till I stop breathing. So, now you’re going to tell me everything.” His gaze travels up to mine, the need in them is unbearable and I want to lay down my soul for him, right there on the bar. I open my mouth to speak, but he carries on. “And when you’re done telling me. I am going to take my broken soul, the shattered pieces that I have carried with me for the past month without you,” his stare is so intense I feel heat emanating from it. “And I am going to eat that sweet pussy until your back arches and your nails dig into my skin.”

My breath hitches at his illicit promise. My core tightens with desire and the heat pools in my panties. He walks around the bar, his body flush with mine. As he places the glass in my hand, he leans in and whispers in my ear. “Then I am going to fuck you, hard and fast until you’re screaming my name so loud the whole fucking city will hear you. After I destroy your body, with orgasm after orgasm, you're going to lay in my arms, and I will tell you how much I love you. I am going to own you. When we’re done, we will do it again and again, until I have fucked every trace of any other man out of you.” A soft whimper escapes my lips. I think I may have just come! My panties are soaked, my skin prickles with heated lust. Holy fucking wow! Okay!!! Take me now! Do we even have to talk?? “And every time I drive into you, every time I thrust into that tight little cunt, the only person you’re going to be thinking about, needing, aching for, will be me.” His lips are on the shell of my ear now and my knees almost buckle. “No other man, will ever take you like I am going to. Tonight and for the rest of your life. You are mine. Do you understand me Cassandra?” I nod.

“Yes.” The word comes out so soft, that I am not sure he heard me, but he steps back and watches me. We’re both broken by desire for each other and I need to fix him as much as he needs me.

* * *

I can see her visible reaction to me. A smile curves my lips, she will submit to me. Not because I ask her to, but because she loves me. She knows we are meant to be together. I have belonged to her since the beginning and she to me. Even before I realized what that meant. When she whispers her agreement, my cock jumps at the sound. Her saying yes to me is what I need, what I want.

Even though I am tempted to take her back to the bedroom, I need to make sure she’s comfortable. The living room seems like the best place for that. As soon as we’re on the sofa, I take a sip of the alcohol, hoping it would calm the hard on that seems to have a mind of its own around her.

My gaze is on her, waiting. She needs to talk to me, but I can’t push. It must be her choice; she needs to let me in. Her body is trembling and the need to pull her into my arms, to take away whatever pain and anguish she’s going through overcomes me. I am about to reach out to her when she starts talking.

“I was 23 when they…” She takes a deep breath. “After that night I wasn’t myself. I partied every week. Drank myself into a coma, to take the pain away. I blamed myself for what happened.” Her glance flits to the large window as she stares out at the city lights. My girl, my baby, I need to take her pain away. “It was three months after they were killed. There was an opening of a club in New York, some friends invited me and I didn’t refuse. I wasn’t sure how much I drank that night.” Tears slowly fall from her eyes. “One of the girls told me I was so violently ill they almost rushed me to the ER. I had eventually passed out on a mattress in an apartment of one of the girls. The next morning, when I tried to get up, I pulled the sheet down.” Her voice falters and tears are falling freely now. “There… uhm, there was blood everywhere. I…” Not being able to take it anymore, listening to her heart shatter into tiny pieces, I reached out and stroked her back. My fingertips slowly traced a line down her spine and I saw the tremble. “My fault. I didn’t even know. The doctor said I had a miscarriage. The blood…” She gulped her whiskey, and I pulled her into me. I wanted her to feel my love. There wasn’t anything I could do to take the memories away, so I just held her. The fact that she just trusted me enough to tell me was incredible. When I realize the amount of agony this girl, my girl, went through. I can’t believe she’s still sane.

“Cassie,” I pull her away from me, looking into her eyes. “I am so fucking sorry for being such a fucking idiot. Thank you for trusting me.” My voice is barely audible, but she heard me. With the slight nod of her head I tighten my grip around her. I can’t believe she had to go through that alone. “I love you Cassie, so fucking much, I love you.” The shock on her face when she pulled away to face me was evident, only then did I realize I was crying. I was broken, for her, for me, for us. “I’m so sorry I pushed you away. Now I realize I was such a fucking idiot.” With my arms around her, her body molds to mine. “This is where you’re meant to be. In my arms, not in Jayce’s.” Her body stiffens at my words. “It’s okay. My fault for asking him to look out for you. I just didn’t realize he would take you to his bed. It’s my mistake, I pushed you away.”

“Lucien.” My name on her lips sends the desire coursing through my veins. No more talking. It’s time to show her how much I love her. In the only way I can. I place a finger to her soft lips to silence her.

“I promised you something. Now I will deliver.” When I set our glasses on the table, I rise and extend a hand to her. As soon as she slips hers into mine, I lead her upstairs to the master bedroom.

* * *

My body hummed in anticipation. “Stand at the end of the bed and wait for me.” He walked out into the hallway and I waited. My gaze taking in the city shimmering below me. I was back where I belonged. With Lucien, this was exactly where I am meant to be. I started when he breathed on my neck. “Now my beautiful girl, I want to show you how much I missed you. Do you want to be here?” I nodded. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Lucien. I don’t want to be anywhere else.” When he stepped in front of me his gaze seared into mine. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me into his rock hard body. Every ridge of his sculpted torso pressed into me. “Lucien.” I breathed.

“Hush. You’re not to speak, unless I tell you to. I have heard your story; you have heard mine. We’re both still here. I am going to make up for the past month of not being inside you.” He tugged at the soft tank top, pulling it up and over my head. My nipples hardened at the cool breeze on my naked skin. A sharp hiss escaped Lucien’s lips when he saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “So fucking perfect, every inch of you. Tonight I am going to savor it.” His tongue flicked my one nipple, sucking it into his expert mouth. A moan escaped my lips, running my hands through his unruly spikey hair. I held him to my breast. He pulled away slowly and turned his attention to the other breast. With his tongue flicking over the pebbled bud, grazing his teeth against it, tugging gently. My body was on fire, the desire hummed between my legs, my clit throbbed and my flesh quivered with need for the man I love.

Lucien kissed his way down my belly, dipping his tongue into my bellybutton, eliciting a whimper from me. I looked down and into those incredible green eyes, they held so much promise, and love. He gripped the waistband of my shorts, tugging it down. They pooled at my feet. A deep growl vibrated in Lucien’s chest. “Jesus, Cassandra. You smell like fucking heaven. I can’t wait to taste that sweet honey dripping onto my tongue.” His eyes flared, and my knees buckled. “Do you want me darling?”

“Yes, Lucien, please? I need you.” I begged him. The slow exquisite torture was driving me insane. I just wanted him inside me. He grabbed the flimsy material of my panties and ripped it from my body.

He laid back on the soft carpet, tugging me along his body. When my pussy was positioned over his mouth, his voice rasped. “Sit on my face, baby. Open your legs for me, I want to you on my tongue.” His order sending delicious shivers down my spine. I lowered myself over his mouth as Lucien flicked his tongue out and teased my clit. When he flattened his tongue against my slick sex, licking me in slow measured strokes. I gripped his hair, holding him against me, savoring his mouth on me. He pulled away and looked up at me. “Did you miss me sweetness?” I nodded. “Good, because I missed you. The taste of your sweet fucking pussy on my mouth. Your skin on mine. The way your body arches into me, and the way you scream when I fuck you.”

My skin was on fire, my body trembled at his words. His tongue slid into my folds and almost came undone all over his mouth. “That’s it baby, I want to drink your sweet juices. This little cunt will only come for me.” Two fingers suddenly plunged into me sending me crashing over the edge. As my orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, calling Lucien’s name repeatedly. My knees gave way and his hands on my hips held me up. His arms held me as I came down from the incredible release. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me sweetness. Go lay back on the bed.” I obeyed him. Watching the man, I want forever, move between my legs. Lucien gripped my ankles, bending my knees. He hovered between my legs. I glanced down, watching him circle my clit again. Pulses of pleasure shot through me. I gripped the sheets, tugging at them as my body tensed. His movements were slow and methodical. Two fingers plunged inside me, as he crooked them up, hitting my sweet spot and I cried out. I teetered on the edge of another intense orgasm. “That’s it sweetness, give me your delectable honey. Coat my face in your juices.” His words were my undoing as he lapped at my entrance, licking up my arousal. My body clenching around his two smooth fingers. He kept up his unrelenting pace, and I was close to another orgasm. “Please, Luke please, I can’t take anymore.” A third orgasm ripped into me and my eyes rolled back. I gripped the sheets so tight, I thought I would tear them. My body convulsed as I came down from my orgasm.

Once I had finally calmed, Lucien stood up and a sexy smirk curled his lips. “Now, I am going to own you.” He hovered over my boneless body, my legs splayed for him easily. “Do you want me, baby?” My eyes flitted to his hand as he gripped his rock hard erection, I watched him stroke it. It was so erotic to see. He kneeled between my legs and teased my dripping pussy with the tip. My hips rock up to meet his, inviting him. “I think my dirty girl wants me to fuck her? Doesn’t she?” His teasing was relentless and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but him inside me. My body tense and humming. Not believing I could need another release, so soon after having three incredible orgasms, but I don’t care. All I want is him. I craved him so much, it was a physical ache.

“Please Lucien?” My delirious gaze locks on his. The desire turning his eyes black.

“Please? Tell me baby, what do you want? I want you to say it for me.” Aware of what he’s doing to me, his eyes glint with devilish satisfaction.

I am so turned on I am unable to form words. He wants me to beg, and I will give it to him, anything to have him inside me. “Fuck me, please Lucien. I need you inside me. Please?” My eyes are glistening with tears, not from pain, but from pure pleasure and need.

“As you wish, baby.” Without warning he slams into me to the hilt. My cries echo through the room as I fist the sheets in painful pleasure. “So fucking hot and tight around my cock.” When he pulls out almost all the way, and plunges in again, we find our rhythm and I am climbing. My eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl as he relentlessly drives into me. “Look at me,” my eyes open and lock on his, “I want you to see who’s fucking you. I want you to see who owns you.” My back arches and I am about to find another release when he leans down and whispers in my ear. “I own you Cassie, heart, mind, body and soul. Your pussy, ass, body is mine.” As he utters the word ‘mine’ my body tenses, my heated flesh clenches around him and my orgasm rips through me with such force I see stars behind my eyelids. Lucien thrusts again and again before growling his release inside me. “My lumiére, forever.”

* * *

When I look over at Cassie asleep next to me, it has my heart racing. I almost lost her, there is no way I am making that mistake again. Her breathing is even; her dark brown curls are splayed on the pillow. The sheet has slipped down and her soft skin is glowing under the light from the full moon. It’s almost like she’s not real. Like she’s a mirage in my mind. My oasis in the desert. Every breath I take from now until my last, will be spent making her happy.

We didn’t even get to the dinner I had planned. It’s almost one in the morning and as tired as I am, for some reason I can’t sleep. Maybe the excitement of having her back here is keeping me awake. As soon as I close my eyes, I see my past in the coffee shop. The same seat, the same table, haunting me. I need to tell Cassie. There will be no more secrets between us. My glance falls on her again, my lumiére.

I slide out of bed, and make my way downstairs and grab a glass of water. My phone on the kitchen counter buzzes, snatching me out of my thoughts of my girl. When I unlock the screen, I notice a message from an unknown number. My blood runs cold. There’s a photo of me and Isabel, taken today at the coffee shop. From the angle it’s taken, it looks incriminating.

Shit! My fucking step-mother will not give up until Cassie hates me. In the dark my mind whirls with ideas, ways to get her out of my life. I need to do something. There is only one person who I know will help me. Somehow, I am not sure he’s talking to me at the moment. There is no other choice; asking for help is difficult, but I have to message him.

* I know you hate me. I don’t care. Help me get rid of Claudia. *

Even though there are things that have happened between Jayce and me. There is nothing we won’t do for each other. He knows that I love Cassie, and that she loves me. So I know that he will stand behind me, no matter what. When I slip onto the bar stool, I don’t wait long for his reply.

* When, where and how? *

A smile curls my lips. There are so many thoughts in my head, I am not sure I can even go to bed now. Thinking about the beautiful girl that’s laying in my bed changes my mind though. It’s the first night she’s back and I don’t want to be without her. I need her against me. I hit reply.

* Tomorrow. We can talk. I have a sweet girl to get back to. *

I know that last part was unnecessary, but I had to drive it home that she’s mine. He’s never going to get another chance. Not even when I am dead. I know there will be a reply and he doesn’t disappoint.

* No worries brother. Kenna is cheering me up. *

* You’re a slut *

I chuckle, I can imagine his response. With that I shut my phone off and pad back up the stairs. When I walk back into the bedroom Cassie has rolled over onto her side and she’s facing the door. I slip under the covers and wrap my arm around her waist. Her skin is warm and she fits against me perfectly as I tug her against me. Her scent invades my senses. The lavender that will always bring back the memory of running after the little girl with the brown curls in a park when I was ten. The only girl that has ever been in my heart. Closing my eyes, I can’t help smiling. She’s here, she’s mine.

* * *

The sun shines into the bedroom, the rays heat my skin. There’s a warm body behind me, I open my eyes and see Los Angeles through the patio doors. Last night flashes through my mind and I blush. Lucien and I made love, fucked, and spent the night in each other’s arms. In his sleep at some point last night he had rolled over and was now groping my breast. My nipple puckered from the caress of his hand. As I roll over I come face to face with sparkling green eyes. “You’re awake!” I giggle.

“Yes, I am. It was the first night in a month that I slept without nightmares and it’s the first morning I opened my eyes without a physical ache in my chest.”

His words tug at my own heart. “Lucien, I am sorry for not telling you sooner. I just—”

“Cassandra, don’t. You have no reason to apologize. I was a fucking idiot for walking away. I know I hurt you. I intend spending my life making it up to you. If you would have me?” The question in his eyes made me smile. It was one apology that I would accept, no matter what.

“Mmmm, let me think about it. I just don’t know Lucien.” I look into those magnetic olive green eyes, amusement dancing in them. His dimples deepen with a devilish smirk.

“Oh really? Would you like me to apologize in other ways? Because Ms. Winters, I am very capable of doing just that!” He rolled above me, holding himself up on his elbows. His tongue flicked out licking the seam of my lips. With feather light kisses on my mouth, he moved to my cheek, licking the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His teeth nipping at my earlobe, tugging it gently. Instinctively I reach up, tangling my fingers in his messy hair pulling him against me.

“Lucien,” I breathe as my back arches into him. His hot smooth skin against mine making me shiver. His feather light kisses down the curve of my neck has the ache between my legs throbbing and I am panting for him. This man will be my undoing.

“I just wanted to apologize properly Ms. Winters.” His hot mouth finds my breast, taking the puckered nipple between his teeth, he bites down sending waves of pained pleasure straight to my heated core. When he turns his attention to the other hard bud, giving it the same attention I cry out his name. With my eyes closed and my hands fisting his hair, his finger is stroking my slick entrance. “My soaking wet girl, your hot pussy is aching for me isn’t it?” Beyond words, all I can do is nod. “You want me inside you, don’t you, Cassie?” I peer up and see his eyes darken. He is staring down at me under hooded eyes, I buck my hips against him. “So eager for my cock inside you aren’t you, sweetness?”

“Always, Lucien.” I answer him. The need inside me is unbearable. A naughty smirk on his lips makes me tingle, as he moves lower down my body. Once he’s kneeling between my splayed thighs, his eyes rake over me.

“You are perfect, so fucking beautiful open for me. Hold on to the pillow above your head.” I grip the pillow. “Now don’t move.” He leans down, licking and blowing on my belly. My back arches instinctively. I need more. The release that only Lucien can give me is building in my belly. When he blows on my wet pussy I cry out, pleading with him. The sun is higher now, streaming onto the bed, heating my skin. Lucien lowers himself over me, gripping his steel erection, teasing my entrance. “You want my cock inside you, baby?” I nod quickly.

Lucien slams into me. With a deep drive, the force pushes me up the bed. “Yes.” A hiss escapes my lips. My legs tighten around his taut waist; my heated tunnel stretching to accommodate him. He slides almost all the way out and thrusts back in. I am winded, my body bowing to him. “Mr. Verán.” I moan, my eyes locking on his and the desire fuels him.

He slows his movements. “When I am inside you, my darkness is illuminated by your light, baby.” A soft kiss on my lips, makes me smile as he starts moving faster. I pull him closer, deeper. It’s like we can’t get close enough. Connected and molded into one person. “I want you to feel every fucking inch of me.” He growls annunciating each word with a deep punishing thrust. My body responds by clenching around him, tensing as my orgasm builds. “Take me. Fucking give me your pleasure. Come on my cock, Cassandra.” As I writhe under him, his order sending me crashing over the edge as my orgasm rips through me. My body trembles under his unrelenting drives, his body goes rigid as his own release fills me. Moments pass, and all we can do is breathe.

We lay in each other’s arms until the heat of the sun becomes unbearable. “Let’s get some breakfast. It’s Sunday, is there something you wanted to do?”

“Could we just stay in today? I want to spend as much time with you as I can. It’s been a horrid month.” I reach up to touch his face. The stubble on his cheek is rough, sexy, just like everything about him. A smile on his face makes my heart soar.

“Of course we can, sweetness. Cassie, I love you. I never want you to be away from me again.” With his arm wrapped around me he pulls me into him. He holds onto me like a lifeline.

“I don’t want to be away from you, Lucien, ever.” A naughty smirk crosses his handsome face.

“So you and Jay uh?” I punch his arm and he chuckles. “He’s quite the charmer.”

“He was there when you left, picking up the pieces and tried putting me back together, but I could never be whole without you. He knew it as well, Jayce told me repeatedly that he didn’t see the light in my eyes anymore. I was dead inside Lucien.” Tears pricked my eyes, and I blinked them away. I didn’t want to cry anymore.

“I know, sweetness. I wanted you to move on. To be with someone who wasn’t so broken, but I can’t be without you. I am a selfish bastard; I want you all to myself. No other man can have you. Not now, not ever.” His fingers stroked my cheek lightly.

“We’re two broken pieces that fuse together to make a whole.” With his lips sealed on mine, the kiss is heated. His tongue strokes into me, licking, tasting, and teasing. I hold onto him, his body melding into mine as if we can become one person. When Lucien pulls away a devilish smile brightens his face. “I love how I fit inside you, baby.” A naughty boyish grin deepens his dimples and I stop the giggle that bubbles through me.

“Breakfast!” I slap his arm and he rolls off me reluctantly.

“Fine, be like that, but you wanted to stay in. I intend to stay inside you for most of today!” Lucien chuckles swinging his feet over the bed. I drink him in, the sexy tight ass, those powerful muscled thighs and his sculpted back made me lick my lips. I would love to devour him. “Do you like the view from over there, Ms. Winters?” He glances back at me as he tugs his boxers up over that deliciously taut ass.

“Mr. Verán you have no idea how delectable my view is.” I giggle. As I slip out of bed, walking into the bathroom without a backward glance. The heat of his gaze burns my skin and sends delicious shivers over me.

* * *

When I grab the ingredients for breakfast, I busy myself in the kitchen. I turned on the music and made my baby some breakfast. Although my mind was still on how to get rid of Isabel and Claudia. I hope Jayce has something in mind, because short of actually killing her, I really can’t think of anything. I am losing my edge. As I place the pan on the cooker, and heat up the oil. The coffee is almost ready and I think I need at least one pot to myself. Cassie’s heated gaze is on me, but I don’t turn to her immediately. The stare raking over me makes me smile. A shiver runs down my spine and straight to my cock. This calls for a second round of breakfast.

“What a sexy chef, I am a lucky girl.” Her voice is low, and full of desire. When I spin around I watch her hungry gaze travel from my messy brown hair to my chest, down to the low slung boxers I am wearing. My stare takes in the sexy little tigress standing in my kitchen. She’s wearing an old T-shirt of mine and it just about covers her ass.

“I am the lucky one. And that T-shirt never looked better.” I point to the white UCLA logo running across her chest. It was one of my favorite shirts when I was at university and seeing her wear it made me want to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her senseless.

She gives me a little twirl and my cock twitches in response. The 360-degree view causes a low growl to vibrate deep in my chest. “Well, I think I should wear your clothes more often if you love it that much.” Her giggle is light and makes the topic of conversation feel like a weight lifting off my shoulders. I know I have to find a way to tell her about Isabel.

“I think you shouldn’t wear clothes at all.” My gaze rakes her in and settles on her bare legs. I pull the pan off the stove and stalk over to her. When I grip her hips, I pull her into me. Her body molds to mine and she submits to me. It’s the sexiest thing when she let’s me take her like this. I lean down and seal my mouth over hers. When I lick into her sweet mouth, tasting her, I realize I will never get enough of her. There isn’t a moment I don’t want her near me.

Her fingers run through my hair and she tugs me closer. She pulls me against her, our bodies becoming one. Forever will never be enough with her. In the haze of lust that courses through my veins, I remember that we need to eat. As soon as I pull away, we’re both breathless. A giggle from Cassie makes me chuckle.

I turn to the counter and grab the plates. “Breakfast is ready.” I announce moments later, dishing egg and bacon from the pan. She pushes up on her toes and peeks over my shoulder. I have made a full English breakfast including hash browns. Her stomach makes the cutest grumble. “Guess my love is hungry?”  Turning to face her, I plant a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and she nods.

As soon as I place the loaded plates on the counter, I grab the cutlery and the coffee pot. I slip into the seat next to her and we dig in. “Can we go out later? I need a few things from the store?” Her question catches me unaware, and I glance at her and nod. We have dinner tonight, but I need to talk to her before that. In case Claudia decides to play her cards. That reminds me to call Jayce and figure out how to sort out this mess.

“Sure, my dad is expecting us at six. So that gives us time to spend the day alone before his big announcement.” I pop the last bit of toast in my mouth when I notice her questioning gaze.

“Announcement?” She smiles. I nod. Not knowing what he has up his sleeve is sometimes a worry. My dad loves to make crazy decisions and drop it on us. I think it has to do with the company.

“He said that we will find out later. I have no idea what it is.” Surprises rarely go well with me and he knows it. Who knows, it might be a good one, and he’s filing for divorce. Now that would make my fucking week! The thought of her out of my life for good is like hearing Cassie will marry me. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I clear my throat and pick up the coffee pot and offer some to Cassie. “Coffee babe?” My mind is working overtime and I need it to relax. Marriage is not on the cards for me. Ever. She nods and I fill her mug.

“Breakfast was amazing, thank you handsome.” With the plates stacked, I grab them and take them to the dishwasher.

“It’s a pleasure my darling, so where did you want to go today?” As I walk back to the counter, I notice her still at my question. Once I have slipped into the seat next to her, I watch her reaction intently. She’s hiding something. What the fuck?

“Just a few stores.” She plants a kiss on my cheek and giggles. My stare is enough to have a blush pink her cheeks, narrowing my eyes at her, I see mischief dancing in hers.

“What are you up to angel?” Her shoulders give me a small shrug, but when she faces me, there’s a fake innocence plastered on her face. The guilt, and a naughty glint give her away instantly and she now has me on alert.

“Nothing, I need to pick up a few essentials for this evening. You don’t want me going like this do you?” She points to the T-shirt, turning around and lifting it enough for me to see the bottom of her ass. That’s it! You’re getting fucked! My cock tents my boxers and I rise from my seat. Once I lunge for her, a small sexy shriek escapes her lips, and she runs up the stairs, taking two at a time.

As soon as she reaches the main bedroom door, I wrap my arm around her waist, and lift her against me. When I hear her scream my name it only makes me harder. Her pulse is racing.

“You want to tease me do you, baby?” With her feet off the floor, she can’t get away. I spin her around and walk into my favorite room in the house. The play room. Her tremble doesn’t go unnoticed, and I can’t wait to get her naked. When I set her down, our bodies are flush and my hard on is pressing against her. A faint blush pinks her cheeks and I am about to rip my favorite shirt from her body.

“Now, you relentlessly teasing me is driving me insane. I spent a month not tasting that sweet honey, from the source,” my fingers reach down and slowly stroke her sex over her panties. A shudder over her whole body causes goose bumps to rise on her skin. “And it’s left me, ravenous.” My tongue darts out and I lick the shell of her ear. A soft whimper escapes her beautiful lips and I smile.

I pull the top up and over her head, dropping it on the floor, my gaze flits over her skin. She’s bare, except for a tiny pair of pale pink panties. My cock is so hard it’s painful. All I want to do is slide into her and make her scream, but I will tease her as much as she does me.

“Close your eyes Cassandra,” my voice a raspy whisper in her ear, I see her tremble and shiver. Her soft pink lips open expecting a kiss, but I move back watching as she closes her eyes. I walk around her to the drawer and pull out the black silk blindfold. As soon as the soft material covers her eyes, another soft whimper escapes her. I tie it into a soft knot behind her head. “Now my darling, I want to tease you until you’re begging for me to be inside you.” The words are low and I make sure that my hot breath travels in a slow teasing trail over her skin. I turn her to face the bed, placing a hand between her shoulder blades forcing her to bend at the waist. “Hold onto the bedframe.” I don’t recognize my voice it’s so thick with desire. She grips the rich dark wood of the four poster bed. I step back and admire the view, using my foot I kick hers wider. She’s spread in front of me, and my God doesn’t she look fucking delicious? “Mmmm, you look edible my sweetness.”

I hook my thumbs on the waistband of her panties pulling them down over her hips and down her spectacular legs, they pool at her ankles. She steps out of them and I fist them. When I bring them up to my face, I inhale her beautiful sweet scent. Her sharp intake of breath tells me she knows what I just did. Yes, Cassie, you’re my drug. Every fucking scent, taste and inch of you. Her perfect peach ass is begging for a spanking. Who was I to deny my beautiful girl that?

As I raise my hand, letting it down hard. The smooth soft skin pinks and my handprint marks her. Mine. All fucking mine. A second swat on her perfect ass makes her rise up on her toes. Her legs are toned and they look incredible. I reach out and stroke her smooth sex and arousal dripping from her.

“It seems my angel is enjoying this. Aren’t you, sweetness?” I deliver another two stinging swats and I know she’s close. Her breathing is faster; her body is trembling. I kneel between her thighs and flatten my tongue against the hot, sweet pussy that always brings me to my knees. As soon as I lap at her entrance, her body convulses, and she gushes onto my tongue. Fuck she tastes good! “Your pussy tastes like fucking honey. Give me every drop sweetness.” Another wave of pleasure, travels over her and I drink in every drop she’s giving me. My cock is so hard it might snap off. I have never been so fucking turned on, ever.

“I want you on my cock.” Once I drop my boxers I grip my steel erection. In slow strokes I tease the slick folds of her cunt. She’s so fucking wet that the tip of my cock is glistening with her sweet juices. With just the tip, I ease inside her. The need to ram into her is strong, but I bite back. In a slow movement, I take her inch by inch. She pushes her ass back onto me, but I step back. I am teasing her just like she teases me.

She wants it fast and hard, but I wont give in, even if I am killing myself in the process. I want her begging and pleading. A smirk curls my lips because I don’t have to wait long when she whines. “Lucien…” She tries pushing back onto me again, gripping her hips, I hold her still and a loud mewl comes from her. I slide into her again, inch by inch and pull back out again.

“I want you to say it. Tell me what you want, sweetness?” My voice is laced with desire.

“Fuck my pussy, hard and fast and deep!” When she screams her demands I grip her hips harder, knowing I am marking her, bruising her.

“As you wish baby.” I drive in deep, bottoming out inside her and she cries out my name as her second orgasm rips into her. That’s it baby, it’s my fucking name that you will scream forever! I don’t relent my thrusts; I want to pull pleasure straight from her soul. Another orgasm is close and I want it. Her body shakes violently under my grasp as a third release takes hold of her. My fingers dig into her soft skin, there must be pain biting into her, but what is pleasure without a bit of pain? I am unaware of anything, but plunging my cock deep into her tight heated pussy. “I love having your tight pussy milk me like that, baby.”

Her heated tunnel clenches again, and she cries out, cutting through my lust filled delirium and I slam into her, deeper than I have ever been. “My turn to fill you.” I growl, and my orgasm tightens my balls. My hand fisted in her long brown hair, pulling her up so her back flush with my chest, my hot come fills her. My voice a husky growl, “My lumiére!”