The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(91)

“You taste fucking divine.” I groan, running my nose through her slit. I pull my head back then blow against her clit. It’s swollen and pulsing. Begging me for more.

I get lost in her, fucking her with my tongue and eating up everything she gives me.

“Your whimpers shouldn’t be adorable,” I rasp, dropping even lower. “Not when my tongue is rimming your asshole.” I slide forward, lapping up the cum that pools at her entrance. “Certainly not when I’m sucking on your saturated cunt.” I smile against her as she shakes. I place a hungry wet kiss on her pussy before I bury my face completely, not focusing on a specific spot as she works like a champ to ride my face. I help her, my fingers biting in the flesh on her ass as I devour every inch of her, pulling her forward and back onto my mouth.

“Oh my… Elliot.”

I growl, the sound vibrating off my chest and falling from my lips to hers. It sends her over the edge, her pussy convulsing around my mouth and covering my lips and chin in her cum.

I don’t give her much of a chance to come down from the high, removing her legs from my shoulders and wrapping them around my waist. I take her to the bed and lay her down, and she quickly reaches for my dick, working it in her small hand and not paying me any mind. I lean back and grab up my trousers, fishing out the gift box.

Instead of letting her unwrap it, I pull the necklace from the box.

She wraps her hungry mouth around my cock, and I hiss, fumbling with the box. She’s fucking perfect. Pushing back her hair, I slip the necklace around her neck. She eyes me as she sucks on the head, driving me wild. I can barely figure out the clasp, but when I finally do, she eases up and pulls away, her hand reaching blindly for her neck before she looks down at the jewel adorning her.

“Diamond.”

While she sits staring in wonder, I slide my hands under her knees and pull her down the bed. I kneel between her legs and tear open the condom.

Her eyes follow the foil packet, and I freeze with it between my teeth.

She opens and closes her mouth to say what, I’m not sure. And after a solid five seconds pass and neither of us has moved, I still don’t know, but in a moment of pure fucking insanity, I toss the condom to the floor.

I grab her hips and pull her to me. Then, I line myself up.

“Elliot,” she warns.

I drop my head to hers. “Heart.”

I slide into her heat, my spine stiffening with the resistance I’m met with.

“Outta your head, baby, please, get outta your head.”

She opens her eyes and looks into my deepest parts, her gaze pinning my soul to the spot.

I circle my hips and tell her, “Let me in, princess. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

I know what she needs, and I’m not afraid to give it to her.

Lucy needs connection. Reality. She isn’t a woman you fuck around with. She demands more, and it’s what makes her so damn sexy. That defiance to find pleasure in empty places.

Giving her my eyes, I let her see it all. I tell her everything I can convey in a look, and then I gently drop my lips to hers, coaxing her mouth with my own in a slow, deep kiss.

“You’re perfect.” I kiss her. “Beautiful.” Kiss. “Smart.” Kiss. “Mine.”

I drive forwards as our lips catch, sinking the rest of the way into her as she relaxes around me. My head burrows into her neck, and I fight the urge to roar out in pleasure.

Soft sounds leave her throat, and I turn my head to kiss there too.

“Baby,” I whisper.

She brings us nose to nose, her eyes shining.

I smile. “You’re so damn perfect.”

We continue to stare, and I want to say so much more—she wants to say so much more.

I can feel it.

Fuck, I can feel it.

“I—”

“Lucy!”

Her body recoils, jumping as her pussy clamps tightly around me, and she freezes beneath me.

I frown in confusion as the door bangs downstairs.

I look down at this girl who holds all the cards in my hand and watch as her eyes fill with tears.

“Elliot. I’m so sorry.”





26





Lucy





I roll Elliot off me and jump from the bed in a panic. I grab up everything in the room that’s his and turn to face him. “Get in the wardrobe.”

I watch as his face falls. I watch as I break him, and I know I can’t fix what’s about to happen.

“Elliot, please, I beg you.”

“No.” He shakes his head in disgust, his face screwing up in pain as realisation sets in.

“I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to hurt either of you. Elliot, please, do this for me. I’ll come home,” I whisper.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

I place the clothes in his arms and pull him to the wardrobe. “Please. I’m sorry.” I close the door and wipe the tears from my face as I try to control my shaking hands.

I pick up my ripped underwear and stuff them into my drawer. Then I grab my dressing gown and slide it on.

Maxwell walks into the room.

“Hey.” He looks me up and down. “You didn’t answer your phone.”

I swallow. “I was napping.”