Chapter 30
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30Yulia
I’m dazed and shaking, my heart rate somewhere in the stratosphere as Lucas slowly withdraws his finger from my ass and pulls out of me. I’m so out of it I barely notice when Lucas unties me, lifts me into his arms, and carries me out of the room.
It’s not until the water spray hits me that I realize we’re standing together in the shower, his arms wrapped around me from the back to prevent me from collapsing. My leg muscles are quivering from being stretched for so long, and my body is throbbing in the aftermath of his dual invasion. Lucas is kissing my neck as he holds me in front of him, and I’m letting him, my head resting on his shoulder as warm water cascades over our bodies.
“Relax, beautiful.” His voice is a soft rumble in my ear as I attempt to pull away. His arms tighten around me, holding me in place. “We’re just going to take a nice shower together, that’s all.”
I know I should protest, push him away, but I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore. Maybe I never did—because fighting Lucas means fighting myself as well. Something perverse in me is drawn to this cruel, dangerous man, has been drawn to him from the very beginning.
Seeing that I’m no longer trying to pull away, Lucas makes sure I’m steady on my feet and carefully loosens his grip.
“Let me wash you,” he murmurs, reaching for a bottle of body wash, and I stand like an obedient child as he lathers my whole body, washing me from head to toe. His soapy hands go everywhere, even into the place his finger invaded earlier, and I close my eyes, giving myself up to his gentle ministrations.
I’ll despise myself for this tomorrow, but tonight, I want his tenderness. I crave it.
He kept his promise not to hurt me. I’m still vaguely surprised by that. When Lucas tied me up, I thought he’d do something horrible to me—and when he started touching my ass, I became sure of it. But other than the slight burn of the initial entry, his finger hadn’t hurt, and his tongue there had felt… interesting. The sensations had been strange and foreign, but nothing like the terrible pain Kirill had inflicted on me that day.
The water spray stops, and I open my eyes, realizing Lucas turned off the shower.
“Come, baby.” He guides me out of the shower stall and wraps a fluffy towel around me before briskly drying himself. “Let’s go to bed,” he says, stepping toward me. “You’re falling asleep on your feet.”
He picks me up again, and I don’t protest as he carries me back to the bedroom. Even after the shower, I feel like I’m about to fall over. The orgasms Lucas forced on me have depleted me both emotionally and physically, and there’s nothing I want more than sleep.
Sleep will be my escape for the rest of the night, and tomorrow, my tormentor will leave.
He’ll be gone, and if Rosa gave me good information, so will I.
The thought should fill me with joy, but as Lucas places me on the bed and handcuffs us together, happiness is the last thing I’m feeling. Even now, a part of me mourns the fantasy—the man I’d begun falling for before he shredded my heart.
Lucas wakes me up in the middle of the night by thrusting into me, his thick c**k invading me from the back. I gasp, my eyes popping open at the sudden intrusion. I’m not as wet as before, but it doesn’t matter. My body responds to him instantly, my core flooding with liquid heat as he begins driving into me. There’s no finesse to this f*****g, no attempt to make it anything but what it is.
A hard, basic claiming.
Our left wrists are still cuffed together, and the room is pitch black. I can’t see anything; I can only feel as he holds me against him, his arm a steely band around my ribcage. His hips hammer into me, and I take him in, unable to do anything else. My breathing quickens, heat rippling over my skin in waves, and my inner muscles begin to tighten.
“Tell me you’re mine.” Lucas’s hot breath washes over my neck. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I—” The intensity of the sensations overwhelms my sleep-fogged brain. “I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours.” I gasp as his c**k hits a spot inside me that ups the heat to a volcanic burn. “I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are.” He moves his left hand to my s*x, dragging my wrist along with it. “You’re mine and no one else’s.”
“Yes, no one else’s…” I don’t know what I’m saying, but with his fingers touching my c**t, I don’t care. Everything about this feels surreal, like some kind of a s*x dream. I can feel Lucas’s muscled body surrounding me as his c**k pumps into me, and the volcanic heat grows, burning away all thought and reason. Dazed, I cry out as the sensations crest, and then I’m coming, my inner muscles clamping around his hard shaft.
Lucas groans too, and I feel his big body tensing and shuddering behind me. The warmth of his seed floods me, and my s*x spasms with aftershocks, sparks of residual pleasure sizzling along my nerve endings.
Breathing hard, I close my eyes, feeling his chest rise and fall against my back as his c**k slowly softens inside me. I know I should get up and clean up, or at least reach for a tissue, but I’m too relaxed, too drained by the pleasure. I don’t want to do anything but lie in Lucas’s arms. He seems to be equally unwilling to move, and my lids grow heavy as my thoughts begin to drift. All my fears and worries feel unreal, distant from this moment and from us. In some faraway world, we’re enemies and he’s my captor, but I’m no longer in that brutal place.
I’m here, warm and safe in my lover’s embrace.
The veil of darkness wraps around me, and as I sink deeper into the haze of dreams, I hear him say softly, “I’m sorry, Yulia. Do you hate me?”
“Never,” I whisper to my dream Lucas. “I love you. I’m yours.”
And as sleep drags me under, I feel him kiss my temple and hold me tighter, as if afraid to let me go.
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