CHAPTER 112: IT FELT RIGHT

(Trigger warning: Chapter contains deep elements of dark romance. Kindly skip if you aren’t into dark romance)

Braelyn’s POV

"Why will I give you what you want when one minute you are talking about boundaries and the next you are a slut begging to be fucked hard?" He hissed into my ears. His cock throbbed against my entrance. I could feel the heat and the slight bulging

He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, but he just had to be an extreme dick about it.

Lucien gripped the base of his cock in his hand. He gritted his teeth in response, as if he wanted me to feel the pain he was going through. He tightened his hold on my neck just a little bit...

I stared straight into his eyes, and we didn’t say anything, but we could read how desperate we were for each other. "If you want to back down. I am not stopping you, I can make myself cum anyway.." I retorted and he smiled amused

His tongue slowly rolled behind my ears, sending sparks through my nerves before he bit the tip, and a cute moan escaped...."You are too stubborn to accept what you need," he drawled, still rubbing against my entrance.

"But you are not getting it today." He deadpanned and my eyes shot out. Lucien got up from the bed, still gripping his throbbing hardness. The tip was covered with my juices and his pre cum literally begging to be inside me.

I smirked at him. "From the way I see it, you are the one who wants to feel my insides so badly." I sneered at him. His smirk remained.

"Unlike you, I would never deny that I want to fuck you and probably do more than that. From the moment we kissed Braelyn I have been a horny bastard for you ..." His crude words left me breathless. I pressed my legs together to control the throbbing in between.

Lucien walked up to a drawer and pulled it open searching for something. My eyes followed him every movement, watching the way his muscles flex admiring his left hand which has ink sprawling around it

I gulped once more, this felt like torture...

Lucien smiled. He pulled out something from the drawer, and I lost my breath. His eyes met mine..." having me inside you is like having a gun deep inside your folds..."

My eyes went wide, he was crazy and completely insane. That was extremely dangerous, but my legs, which were pressed against each other, became more sticky...

I wasn’t into kinks, but this was going against everything I believed in. In short, he was against anything I thought I was. Lucien was holding a pistol in his hand, and he pointed it at his cheek. If you can’t take this, you will never be able to take me in." He declared and then strode back to the bed.

Lucien climbed over the soft mattress, and I slowly backed away until my back hit the headboard...

He stalked towards me until our breath mingled. His free hand held my chin, and our eyes met. My gaze then slowly traced his face down to his Adam’s apple

.

"What is it going to be?" He chimed before he captured my lips, slowly sucking my lower lip, then nibbling it between his teeth.

"Lucien..." I moaned against his mouth being completely consumed in the kiss until my heart paused for a moment Lucien’s kiss then intensified...he let go of my chin as he devoured my lips

I was completely wrecked and shattered at that moment. It wasn’t because of how hot his lips felt against mine, no

It was the dangerous thrill of having a literal gun in me. The moment he thrust the barrel within my folds, my inside immediately clenched against it not giving a fuck about what it was

My body trembled, and I came hard on the barrel, but it wasn’t over. Lucien was still thrusting a literal gun in me while his lips started wandering around my chin and neck then back to my mouth

My moans got mixed with his groans, and every reasoning evaporated from my head. Only desire mattered.

My nipples were razor sharp against the shirt. It quickly caught his attention soon his warm mouth was over one of my needy nipples he bit softly before taking it in

This was wrong, it was dangerous. A sane woman shouldn’t be riding on a gun but here I was buckled and riding hard on a gun because it felt so fuckin right and perfect

He soon stopped kissing or sucking me and started to stare at the mess he created. How my head fell back as I moaned chasing ecstasy... the countless times my eyes rolled as I got closer to the ninth cloud

He watched intently but he wasn’t completely idle, aside from thrusting his gun in me his other hand was busy jerking himself at the dangerous view he created

"You dare not come before me again..." Lucien warned as he noticed my body trembled. My release was inching closer..i

I mindlessly nodded at him, my brain was all cotton now. I had no fucking idea what he was saying. Even my gaze was unfocused my long hair scattered all over my face

The heat in my stomach was about to burst out. I clutched the sheets tightly staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Lucien ..I am.." the words didn’t finish ..."ahhhh.." I screamed as my release burst out. He hissed at the same time with a low groan. I felt something warm splashing against my core ...

We came at the same time. Lucien pulled out the gun." Look at the mess you created..." He taunted. A bit a clarity came to my head and I stared at the gun dripping with my juice’s

My cheeks burned, this was so embarrassing. I glanced away, he pointed the gun at my cheeks, then forced me to look at the space between our sexes, and dear it was messy. "The housekeeper would be mad..." He sighed, acting like this wasn’t also his fault.

We were both basking in the afterglow, catching our breath. The air reeked of sex, my chest rose and fell slowly.

"This is also your fault." I hissed at him. He still held his smirk

"But whose juices are all over my gun. It would be hard to clean this." I shot him a glare and his face went serious

"Part those lips for me and clean up this mess." He commanded. My glare got sharper but I still opened my mouth anyway and he shoved the gun in

I could immediately taste myself on the cold barrel. He watched me lick over it until it was coated with my saliva. He released a satisfactory hum then pulled out the gun

"Don’t worry the gun was clean." He said as if it would make this any less shameful. Lucien adjusted his trousers and then tossed the gun on the bed. He stood up and, in a swift motion, gathered me into his arms.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, Dear...our next lesson might not be so easy," he chided. I stared blankly at this man. How crazy was he?