Proserpina
Lucien was close enough for me to make out the fine lines around his eyes and the flecks of grey in his pale blue eyes and I shrank back as far as I could. He pressed into me, and there was a tense silence as he stood still, warring with his body that wanted me as I felt the hardness of his manhood.
Then, with something like a superhuman effort, he raised his head and said in a soft, dangerous voice, his eyes like chips of granite,
'Little wh*re. Do you want to be fucked by Ramos and his type?'
I straightened in panic and pushed at his hard chest, furious and terrified, all in one.
'What...How dare you...I'd die rather than have that repulsive fellow touch me,' I spat.
With one fist, he bunched the front of my old Tee and jerking me close, he said through gritted teeth,
'So this advertisement was for ...??? The benefit of the security men? The gardeners?'
My eyes filled with hurt that he could say such a dreadful thing to me. And before he could anticipate my reaction, I had reached up and scratched his cheek, trembling in fury.
With an oath, he overpowered me easily although I struggled and kicked wildly. I was panting by the time he had trapped my hands behind my back and I glared at him as I shrieked,
'I have been wearing this tee shirt from the time I was with you earlier,' I hissed, breathing heavily in anger,' I don't think you ever had a problem then. Was it because I was just another of your wh*res?' I taunted.
His face dark with anger, he pulled me against him, bunched the offending garment in one large powerful fist and ripped off my T-shirt forcefully with one hand.
I stared in shock into his face but his eyes dropped unbidden, to my full breasts as they sprung out into view. I had worn an expensive lingerie set, one I had found lying at the bottom of my cupboard this morning. Pink lace that revealed the dark nipples that stood to attention now, vying for his attention, for his mouth to suck on them.
The all-too-familiar wetness was seeping in through the thin panties and he must have seen the change in me, the glazed look of helpless desire.
He lowered his head and captured my mouth relentlessly. A hand tweaked my already aroused nipples and I arched into him, longingly. He slipped a hand down, and I shifted my legs, letting him into my dripping wetness.
When he suddenly straightened up, I was taken by surprise. I stared at him, my arousal obvious.
'Lucien?' I whispered hesitantly, my swollen mouth still smarting from his rough kisses.
He lifted his hand and I cringed at the wetness dripping from the two fingers he had used to stroke me. Casually, deliberately, he reached down to wipe his hand on the tight triangle of black curls at the juncture of my thighs.
'Wet and horny, little wife?' He snarled and all the lust had dissipated from his eyes as I stared in shock at him, 'Like a bitch in heat, waiting to spread your legs before any cock, eh?'
This time I lunged and bit his thick wrist, drawing blood and eliciting a sharp exclamation from him.
I was angry with myself, with my body for having betrayed me, but most of all, I hated myself for giving in to him and my eyes flashed as I fought him. But he held me, prisoner, effortlessly, his eyes taking their time to rove over my exposed body.
'So who gifted you those sex toys?' he asked smoothly, his expression cold and unforgiving.
I straightened up proudly. He was not going to get that out of me.
'Why do you want to know?' I shot back with as much dignity as I could muster, half-naked before him.
And then I hissed, ' If I wish to pleasure myself, that's no crime.'
He moved forward, pressing his body into me and I whimpered in longing, the familiar weakness beginning in my belly.
How I hated myself.
I turned my face away, determined not to tell him.
His mouth slid across my jaw and suddenly, he nipped my earlobe, painfully.
I mewled, unable to stop myself from thrusting my body forward to touch him, aroused by his roughness.
Again he moved away abruptly, this time letting me go so suddenly, that I felt as though a bucket of icy, cold water had been poured on me.
Clutching my torn T, I stood, leaning against the wall, shaking with reaction. My legs were unsteady, my breathing rapid. I felt as though my skin was on fire.
'Sex toys like this come in a set," he went on in a bored voice without looking at me, as though he had not set me on fire with his touch just a while ago.
And then,
'Give it to me.' He stated this in a flat, authoritative voice and I was goaded to respond heatedly.
'So it's ok if you f*ck a stable full of 200 whores in your club. I can't use something to satisfy my urges, is that it?'
He turned to look at me, coming closer, his hands bunched in his pockets. The dark look on his face, the jaw muscles bunched in anger made me understand that I had gone too far but I stood my ground, tipping my chin and holding his sharp gaze. Once again, the cold eyes slid over my body insultingly, over my face and finally, he said in a flat voice,
'I had not expected to breed you, little girl.' He said, his voice emotionless but his eyes were hot with lust,' You were just a plaything to be used till I tired of you, But there was no way I would let any child of mine grow up as a bastard.'
My breath caught in my throat at the sheer cruelty, the heartlessness of his words. Was that all I had been to him?
Once again, he studied me, clinically, and coolly.
Then, satisfied by the body blow he had delivered, he shrugged and made for the door, obviously ending the conversation.
With no thought of the state of my undress, I raced after him, grabbing his arms and forcing him to look at me,
"Why? Why Lucien? Why are you doing this? If you had never loved me, why did you bring me here at all?' I cried in frustration.
He threw his head back and laughed, a hollow, ugly sound, mocking me.
'Love?' he mimicked. 'What's that?'
He gripped my upper arms, digging his fingers into my soft flesh cruelly and spoke quietly, his cold eyes drilling into mine
' I have only used women. For one purpose. To pleasure myself. Love is something I do not believe in. You are welcome to leave. Just say the word'
My eyes widened in shock.
With that, he flung me away so suddenly, I stumbled and fell in a heap on the floor. I curled into a heap and lay, unmoving, the tears running down. Lucien turned and strode out without a backward glance at me.
With that, he flung me away so suddenly, I stumbled and fell in a heap on the floor. I curled o a heap and lay, unmoving, the tears running down. Lucien turned and strode out without a backward glance at me
The blood rang in my ears.
Had he really said that?
The man I had worshipped, I had adored?