His Little Wife

Chapter 13

The car ride home was silent, like they always are. With my hands in my lap I stare out the window feeling numb inside. Numbness from losing the one person I have in my life who I thought cared about me. The one person who is supposed to always fight for you no matter what.

I felt abandoned. Like an unwanted pet left on the side of the road.

'Did you get what you wanted?' Lucian asks me in a low voice.

My eyes flick to him and then back to the window as I ignore his question.

He knows what happened. The tear streaks down my face tell him what happened. The anger in my face when I left that house tells him what happened. But here he was asking me like he wanted me to relive the abandonment over and over again.

'I'm not the enemy here, love.'

'Could have fooled me.' I mutter under my breath.

'Be careful who you're talking to.' He growls in warning.

I feel a shudder run through my body from his threat. The threat that somehow felt less scary after the visit with my father. Less scary after I lost any and all hope I had of escape. What more could he do to me. I already felt worthless and alone. Maybe if I made him angry enough he would just end it? End this contract by ending my life. If he was as scary and intimidating as he showed he was then why put up with me when he could find himself a meek, submissive girl who would do what he wanted. I wasn't going to live my life at somebody else's whim and with no other hope of freedom I understood this was my only way out.

'Or what?' I say, looking him in the eye with no expression on my face.

His skin turns red as he looked at me. His breathing grew heavy as his shoulders moved up and down. I readied myself for him to strike me. I was waiting for it. His hand flinched on his lap and I closed my eyes knowing it would come. I could feel his breath on my face as he stopped just inches from me. When the hit didn't come I dared to peek through my eyes. He was so close to me. Closer than I realised while I had my eyes closed. What was he doing? What was he waiting for?

'I promise you from this point on I will not touch you without your permission.' It's what he said to me before.

He wouldn't touch me. A twinge of disappointment squeezed my stomach.

'Hit me.' I seethe through my teeth at him. 'Go on, do it. Show me who you are!'

He didn't move. He stayed still, unmoving like a living statue. All apart from his deep breathing, showing me how angry he was.

'Hit me.' I shouted at him again, but still nothing.

I felt emotions moving through me that I didn't understand. I didn't understand why he wasn't doing anything. Why had he stopped so close to me, just to sit there? My eyes flicked between his as I try to read him. Then his gaze drops down to my lips for a moment before coming back up to my eyes. Instinctively my eyes flick down to his lips, mirroring him. He drags his tongue across his lower lips, wetting them.

I don't know whether it was the loneliness, adrenaline or something possessing my body, but I closed the gap between us. I rest my hands on his chest as I moved my lips to his and kissed him.

The kiss was fast and hard as I pressed myself into him. He didn't move at first as if he was waiting for me to realise myself and pull away, but when I didn't his hands shot to my waist, pulling my body against his. He shifted in his seat, pulling my body on top of his so I straddled him with one leg on either side. I moved my hands to the back of his neck as I pulled him against me, deepening the kiss. A heat rose in my stomach as his tongue slid into my mouth and his hands moved over my body. One of his hands lay on my waist and the other on my bum as he started to push and pull me on his lap, rubbing me against him. I let out a moan from the friction, pulling on him even more. Wanting and needing him to fill the empty void I felt inside my body. I started to rock my hips myself against him as the warmth from my stomach moved down between my legs. His mouth moved from mine as he trailed kisses down my neck. I felt his teeth run along my skin before he lightly nipped me, before licking and sucking, encouraging my hips to grind against him with more ferocity. In that moment I needed him. I needed him to make me forget everything that was happening and I needed him to help me forget how I felt. My hands moved to the shirt he was wearing as I frantically tried to pull each button through their hole. His hands moved to my mid thigh as he moved the bottom on my dress up my body until he reached my lingerie. With his shirt now open, I pulled it across his shoulders and down his arms. I paused for a moment to appreciate the form underneath. The tan skin, stretched across the muscles I somehow keep forgetting he owned. My hands moved to the area as I ran my nails over him before slamming my lips back to his. His hands were now touching the outside of my underwear pulling at the material, pushing them to the side before he ran a singular finger along my centre.

'Lucian' I call out to him in a sultry voice.

His finger presses into my folds, stopping me on his lap as I let him explore. My head drops onto his chest as I felt things I've never felt before. His touch feels euphoric against my body and I wondered why I ever waited so long for someone to make me feel this way.

His finger brushes against a small spot between my legs, filling my body with electricity, making me moan out his name again. He works the small bud under his hand in slow circular motions and wanting to feel more I start to rock my hips against him again. A moistness starts to spread between my legs from his touch, increasing with every move. He leaves my clit as his hand drops even further between my legs, teasing my entrance before he plunges his long finger in, taking me be surprise.

He holds me by the waist stopping my movement while his other hand cups my pussy. He moves his large finger in and out, stretching me, readying me before he adds another.
With bated breath I wonder if two of his huge fingers will fit inside me and as he pushes it in I let out a gasp from the internal pressure. He sways them back and forth as he lets go of my waist, allowing me to move against him again.

My hips grind against his fingers as he moves his thumb back to my clit, stroking me on the inside and the outside.

My hips move, gaining speed as I allow his fingers to fuck me. His mouth moves back to my neck and his other hand cups my breast as I hold onto him.

'Look at me.' He growls into my ear when he feels me tightening around him.

His free hand moves to my jaw, holding it like the first time we met, forcing me to do what he asked.

When my eyes meet his I feel my stomach start to clench. I keep moving my hips at the same pace as the feeling builds inside.

'Cum for me.' He demands, sending something carnal off inside me like an explosion of waves that wrack my body as he pinches my jaw, opening my mouth for me to scream and moan.

He then drops his hold on my face as his hand moves to my hip, moving my body against his fingers that are still plunged inside me. I ride out every last drop of the euphoria until I drop against his bare chest, unable to hold myself up any longer. I feel him pull his fingers from me and watch as he brings them up to his lips where he pushes them into his mouth, enjoying the taste of me on him. I was hypnotised as I watched him until the car comes to a stop, shattering the illusion.

Realising what I just done, I scramble from his lap in a frantic hurry. I quickly pull my dress back down into place as I push the car door open for myself,  running for the house and away from him, panic stricken.