However You Want

Chapter2

‎Sienna

His mouth crashed against mine the second the words left my lips.

There was nothing gentle about it. Lucian kissed like a man who already knew exactly what he wanted and had no intention of asking twice. His hand stayed locked around my throat, thumb pressing just hard enough against my pulse that every heartbeat felt louder. The other hand gripped my hip and pulled me forward until my body was flush against his.

I could feel how hard he was.

The thick length of him pressed against my lower stomach through his pants, and the knowledge that I had done that to him sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I made a sound against his mouth. He swallowed it and bit my lower lip hard enough to sting.

When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing heavier.

“Bedroom,” he said. It was not a question.

He released my throat only long enough to take my hand and lead me down a short hallway. The room was dark except for the city lights spilling through another wall of windows. A massive bed dominated the space. Black sheets. No clutter. Nothing soft about the place at all.

Lucian turned me to face him and reached for the zipper at the back of my dress. He dragged it down slowly, the metal teeth the only sound in the room besides our breathing. The dress loosened and then fell, pooling at my feet. I stood in front of him in nothing but black lace underwear and strappy heels.

His eyes moved over me with open hunger.

“f**k,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Then his hands were on me again. One returned to my throat, the other slid down my stomach and straight into my underwear. Two fingers pushed between my folds without warning and found me already soaked.

His jaw tightened.

“You’ve been wet since the bar,” he said. It was not a question either.

I did not bother denying it. “Yes.”

He circled my c**t once, twice, then pushed those same two fingers inside me. Deep. The stretch pulled a broken sound from my throat. His hand on my neck tightened in response, and my knees nearly gave out.

“Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open. His was almost black.

“You’re going to take everything I give you tonight,” he said quietly. “And you’re going to ask for more when I’m done. Understand?”

I nodded as much as his grip allowed.

“Words, Sienna.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

The corner of his mouth lifted when I hesitated. He curled his fingers inside me and pressed hard against a spot that made my vision blur.

“Yes, Lucian.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and pushed them past my lips. I tasted myself on his skin. He watched me clean them with an expression that bordered on reverent and filthy at the same time.

Then he removed his own clothes with efficient, unhurried movements. The white shirt hit the floor first. The tattoos did not stop at his neck or hands. They covered both arms completely, spilled across his chest, and disappeared down the cut of his hips. When he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, his c**k sprang free—thick, long, and already leaking at the tip.

My mouth went dry.

He noticed.

“On the bed. On your back. Legs open.”

I obeyed. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin. Lucian climbed over me, settled between my thighs, and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. He did not ask if I was ready. He simply lined himself up and pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust that stole the air from my lungs.

I cried out.

He did not stop until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch burned in the best way. My nails dug into his forearms, over the ink.

Lucian dropped his forehead to mine for a second, breathing hard, giving me only the smallest moment to adjust. Then he started moving.

There was no gentle build-up. He took me like he had been thinking about it since the second our eyes met across the bar—deep, hard strokes that forced broken sounds out of me with every thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall. My heels dug into his back. His hand returned to my throat and stayed there, controlling my air, controlling everything.

“You feel that?” he said against my ear. “That’s what happens when you nod at a man you don’t know.”

I could not answer. I could barely breathe. Pleasure was coiling tight and fast at the base of my spine, sharper than anything Blake had ever managed to pull from me.

Lucian shifted the angle and hit a spot that made my entire body jolt.

“There it is,” he muttered. “Come on my c**k. Now.”

The order, the pressure on my throat, the relentless pace—it all crashed together. I came hard, thighs shaking, a broken moan tearing out of me as my body clenched around him. He f****d me through it without slowing down, drawing the orgasm out until I was oversensitive and gasping.

Only then did he pull out.

I made a sound of protest. He ignored it, flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, dragged my hips up, and slammed back inside from behind. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. The new angle was deeper. More intense. I turned my face onto the sheets and moaned with every thrust.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice rough.

“Yes—f**k—yes.”

He reached under me and found my c**t again, rubbing tight circles while he pounded into me. A second orgasm built faster than the first. I tried to warn him, but the only thing that came out was his name, repeated like a prayer or a curse.

When I came again, he followed, burying himself deep and groaning low against the back of my neck as he spilled inside me. The sound of it—raw, almost pained—sent another aftershock through me.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Lucian’s chest was pressed to my back, both of us slick with sweat. His hand loosened in my hair and slid down to rest over my racing heart. I could feel him still twitching inside me.

Eventually he pulled out. I felt the slow slide of him leaving my body, followed by the warm trickle of his release down my thigh. He rolled onto his back beside me. I stood on my stomach, trying to remember how to breathe normally.

After a minute, he spoke, his voice quieter than before.

“You’re not leaving tonight.”

It was not a request.

I turned my head to look at him. His expression was unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes were still dark and fixed on me.

“That was the deal,” I said, voice hoarse. “One night.”

Lucian reached over, traced a single tattooed finger down the length of my spine, and stopped at the small of my back.

“Deals change.”

Something in his tone made the afterglow cool by several degrees. Not fear exactly—something sharper. The sudden understanding that the man who had just taken me senseless was not going to be easy to walk away from in the morning.

I opened my mouth to answer.

His phone lit up on the nightstand.

The screen glowed long enough for me to see the name that flashed across it before he silenced it.

Nikolai – Urgent.

Lucian’s entire body went still.

He looked at the phone, then back at me. Whatever softness had been in his expression a second ago vanished.

“Don’t move,” he said quietly.

Then he stood, completely naked, tattoos shifting with every muscle, and walked out of the bedroom with the phone already in his ear, leaving me alone in his bed with his release still leaking out of me and the sudden, certain knowledge that one night was never going to be enough for either of us.