Soft Moans For My Mafia-Billionaire Captor

DEWHALES CHRISNEY WRITES

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Lucien carried me out of the bathtub, I was in his strong arms, I was naked, stark naked, water dripping from my hair as he walked into the room.

He laid me on the bed, my legs weakened, He dripped honey over my skin, slow and deliberate, tracing every sensitive part of me.

I gasped softly as he hovered above me, his tongue following the sticky lines from my stomach to my breast.

My heart was beating, too fast… this man hated me with passion, he loathed my existence, he despised what I represented…

Why was he doing this now? Why was he touching me like I was no longer just his toy… his property?

“No punishment today,” he whispered softly against my earlobe. “You’ll only learn how to pleasure me.”

I swallowed.

“Only your Soft Moans ever pleased me.” he added,

I thought , so all the cruel punishments of these years weren't pleasing to him?

Lucien's lips finally found the hard peak of my breast, he didn't just brush against it. He drew my nipples into his mouth with a sharp, possessive pull.

A ragged gasp tore from my throat, my back arching off the large mattress. It was a sensory overload... the heat of his mouth, the pull of his suction, and the maddeningly slow rhythm of his hands pinning my wrists above my head.

“Lucien…” I whimpered softly, the name feeling like a betrayal on my tongue. He was my captor, the man who made me nothing but his property, yet my body was traitorously leaning into his touch?

His hand slid lower over my pussy mound, the warmth and rough file of his fingerprint contacting my petals and parting my warm slick slit, and the world simply fell away, as he drove two digits inside my hole with a gentle thrust that stole the air from my lungs.

"Lucien... please..." his name was a soft sob from my throat, my eyes squinted and wet with tears of pleasure, and his blue oceans eyes was drowning me further into this sweetness,

He didn't slow down. He anchored his thumb against my clitoris, stroking and grinding in a slow, circular motion while his fingers curled deep inside me, stretching me, claiming the slick, pulsing heat of my sheath.

I felt like electric spark my existence, I was thrashing against him, my legs locking around his waist to pull him closer, deeper, until there was no space left between us.

He watched me through heavy, dark lashes, his face was dark with raw hunger and hot yearning.

He shifted, his weight settling between my thighs, forcing them apart with an undeniable dominance, he guided his hard cock in contact with my entrance,

I felt his hard cock, which was dripping warm precum from its slit, precum glistening swollen tip, hot, rigid, thick veins pulsing against my dripping wet entrance.

He paused for a heartbeat, his dark eyes locked onto mine, searching for the exact moment my resistance crumbled, Then, he thrusted into me slowly.

I felt my breath hitch, my lungs stalling as his cock stretched me, claiming space that felt like it had been carved out specifically for him.

As he buried himself fully within me, a low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest.

Lucien began to move… not with the hate or usual resentment I expected, but with a steady, purposeful rhythm that made my vision blur.

My legs shivered, losing all strength as they wrapped instinctively around his moving waist, pulling him closer, as he fucked my sheath, and my wet pussy clenched around his fat cock.

I hated him. I loathed and loved the way he looked at me.

But as he took me, his movements turning from slow to primal, all I could feel was the terrifying realization that I never wanted him to stop.

He loathes my loyalty, he loathes how hopeful and loving I was.

All this while, he didn’t actually hate me, he hates that my loyalty was for someone else, he hates that my love was for another, it was for someone who took what used to be most precious to him and I’ve always flaunted him to Lucien.

Will I ever survive this devil ?