Sacrifice: Laid Bare (Laid Bare #4)(3)

“I really don't think we should do this here,” I continued as I settled in the backseat, where I thought I might be safe. “Something feels weird.”

Lucien didn’t reply. Instead, he was over the seat and on me in an instant. So much for being safe in the back. Lucien pawed at me, wasting no time in ridding me of my clothes.

I fought at first, but my desire took over. Once I gave in, I wanted nothing more than to be naked, like Lucien.

Quickly, I slid what was left, which was just my panties, down my legs.

Lucien became even more of an animal. Once I was fully exposed to him, he devoured me, starting with my breasts, where he lapped at and nipped the fleshy mounds.

“Ow,” I cried out when he bit too hard.

Promptly grabbing a fistful of my auburn hair, Lucien yanked my head back. Then he bit me even harder! The pain soon morphed to pleasure, though, and liquid pooled between my legs.

“Do not defy me again,” he hissed in my ear.

Before I could articulate a reply, he palmed my sex and squeezed. “Oh, Lucien…”

Lucien tormented me, allowing his thumb to brush over my clit with just enough pressure to tease and ratchet up my desire.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, please, Lucien.”

“Please, what?” he asked, smug now that he was back in full control.

“Make me come,” I whispered.

He positioned me on his lap and promptly eased me down on his glorious length.

“Ahh…” I trailed off.

Lucien was large, but he soon swelled to the point where I felt him everywhere. He engulfed me. Though I was on top, I felt pinned by him. I couldn’t move. I could only accept him in my body.

“Feel me,” he whispered.

“I do,” I mouthed.

I had no more voice; Lucien had taken it, along with my body.

I couldn’t move or speak, but I could feel. Oh, could I feel.

My eyes then rolled back in my head when Lucien grabbed my hips and worked me up and down his full length.

Yes, yes, yes.

“Do you want your voice back?” he asked when I began gasping and panting.

I nodded.

“Your wish is my command, my love.”

My words were given back to me then, just as Lucien was reaching down to toy with my clit.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” I was soon screaming.

Lucien rubbed and pounded into me fiercely, whispering to me how much he loved feeling my * pulse around him.

Once I was spent, he lifted me like a rag doll from his lap.

He was far from done, though. Shoving my head down to his glistening cock, he ordered me to, “Finish. Suck me off, Dahlia.”

I did as commanded, still aroused beyond belief. When he saw me wriggling, he reached down and slid two fingers into me.

When he came, I came, my juices flowing down his hand as he filled my mouth.

“Swallow, Dahlia.”

I swallowed.

“Good girl.”

Satisfaction filled me with the way Lucien had taken me, but the uneasy feeling I’d had earlier returned, just as my orgasm-induced high faded.

I sighed and leaned against Lucien’s shoulder. I noticed he was looking out the window, but at what, I had no clue. It was still basically blizzard conditions outside the SUV, making everything all blurry and white. Not to mention, we’d really steamed up the windows.

Patting me on the leg, Lucien said tersely, “Put on some clothes, Dahlia.”

Lucien was never shy about nakedness, so this was certainly unusual.

But I gave no argument, uttering instead a compliant, “Okay.”

I fumbled on the floor for my leggings and sweater. Meanwhile, he swiped at the inside of his window until it was clear.

When I lifted my head, Lucien was staring out the window intently…and looking none too pleased.

I followed his gaze and promptly jumped back when I saw what he was staring at. “What the hell!”

There was a man outside the car, shrouded in thick layers of black.

“Who is—” I began.

Lucien shushed me.

The figure stepped closer to our vehicle, allowing me to see more of him, despite the continuing downpour of snow. His face was hidden by the pulled in sides of his dark hood, but still… I could feel this man gazing at my bare body.

I felt his hunger for me, and I knew then he’d watched everything, orchestrated it even.

Covering my breasts with my sweater, I hissed, “Who in the hell is that?”

There was only one person—or being, rather—who could stand out in the middle of nowhere, during a blizzard, and casually watch me and Lucien have sex.

“Dunne,” I murmured, answering my own question before Lucien could.





Lucien



“Yes,” I confirmed as I tucked myself back inside my pants and zipped up. “That is Dunne.”

The f*cker had watched us, and I could feel his intense arousal. He wanted what I’d just had—Dahlia.

The realization gave me pause as to the wisdom of my current plan to sacrifice myself. I hadn’t counted on Dunne being so incredibly attracted to Dahlia. I don’t know why, since our kind never really aged, but I’d imagined Dunne more of an old man, like Bailey. In reality, he was not that much older than me. And clearly, also like me, very interested in sex.