Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

LUCILLE

Theron sets me down on the floor slowly. I don’t move my hands from his shoulders. Tipping my head back slightly, I look up into his eyes, searching his gaze with my own for a silent moment.

I don’t know why I admitted that he broke me, but he did. It’s the most truthful thing I’ve ever said in my entire life. I think about telling him the whole truth but wonder if he’ll look at me differently. I would if I were him.

“You needed money, and you ruined people’s lives digitally, but what did you do physically? Because that woman who took Callen’s eyes out was not the girl I dated a decade ago. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was hot as fuck, but it was not the Lucille Sanders I knew.”

Dropping my hands from his shoulders, I try to take a step backward, but I fail because Theron’s arms tighten around my waist. He holds me so close that it’s hard to breathe. I love it. I wish he could keep me right here forever. That he could take me inside of him and keep me there forever.

“Someone figured out what I’d done. She came after me. She didn’t win.”

It’s as simple as that.

His eyes widen at my explanation, but that’s the whole truth of it. I know, without a doubt, that woman would have hurt me. I never took a job without researching who the person was first. And I only took ones where they were horrible humans. She, without a doubt, was a horrible human, and I knew what she was capable of.

So, she had to go.

Theron doesn’t look at me any differently, and I wonder if I should tell him that I’m the one who put my name on the hire for murder, buy, or trade list. I had high hopes he would buy me, and my instinct was right. It was a gamble, a huge one, but one that I was willing to take in order to get my man.

To get what I wanted.

Because he’s always been exactly who I wanted. There has never been anyone for me but him. I would do anything not only to have him but also to keep him forever. It took me ten years to get this opportunity, and I am not going to screw it up now.

I decide against telling him the whole truth. Everything on that site is done anonymously, and unless Merrick and Vaughn can hack the dark web, they won’t ever find out. We don’t even sign an order by our alias. It literally says anon . The only time we use our aliases is when we take a job and then complete it.

Theron’s lips twitch into a smirk as he lowers his head. His mouth touches mine, although he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he keeps his lips pressed against my own as he speaks.

“I have a feeling nobody wins but you, Lucille. You are always the one who ends up on top.”

Reaching between us, my fingers grasp his shirt as I hold him against me. I don’t have to try too hard because he’s already so close that I can feel his heart beating against his chest. I shift my head back slightly to look into his eyes.

“I wasn’t so sure, but it seems as if maybe I do,” I admit.

He moves forward again, and I feel his lips against mine. “I win, too, sweetheart. Always. Now show me what’s mine.”

Without hesitation, I release him and reluctantly take a step backward. Keeping my gaze on his, I strip out of my clothes. I should try to make it sexy, but I want him too badly. After everything that happened tonight, I need to feel him inside of me.

I also need to know that he’s okay with what I’ve done and who I am. It doesn’t take me long to bare my body for him, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. Moving toward the bed, I crawl to the center, sitting in the middle. Then I face him and spread my thighs, placing my feet flat on the bed.

His gaze darkens as his eyes slide down my body and focus on my pussy. Holding my breath, I try to keep from trembling but fail. Being under his watchful gaze is almost euphoric. I can feel myself becoming more turned on by the second.

I ache to touch myself to give me a modicum of relief, but Theron is clearly enjoying the view, and I live for his happiness. That probably makes me sound like a simple person. Like I don’t know my own self-worth, but I do. It’s not tied up in him, but it is tied to him because I am tied to him.

“Tell me, Lucille,” he murmurs before he flicks his gaze upward to meet mine. “Will you stand at my side, always?”

“With everything I am,” I whisper.

And I mean that. I am Theron’s. Owned by him and everything.

THERON

Her pussy is warm and inviting as she sits spread eagle in front of me. I want nothing more than to bury my cock deep inside of her right now and fuck her until she’s screaming my name. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I take a step forward.

“Tell me, Lucille, and this will be the last time we discuss it…”

I wait for her to acknowledge me.

She lifts her eyes to meet mine. I swear to fuck, I fall deeper in love with her at this exact moment. She is showing me everything. Every fucking piece of her. There is a vulnerability there that I wasn’t expecting.

“Theron,” she whispers. “Please hurry.”

Laughing slightly, I focus my attention on her face even though I want to take in her body, her pussy that I can tell is primed and ready for me. I want it all, every fucking piece of her. I want to feel her cunt wrapped snuggly around my cock. I want to taste her on my tongue.

“Are you willing to give it up?”

“In a heartbeat,” she says without a single moment of hesitation.

My lips twitch into a smile. I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. Instead, I let it consume me. I fucking love this girl. Moving toward her, I reach out and cup her pussy and slide my thumb across her clit. I don’t shift my gaze from hers.

She watches me, staring intently as I move my thumb against her clit, applying just enough pressure to turn her on but not enough to make her come. Lucille lifts her hips, meeting my touch with each stroke.

I watch as her head falls backward as she moves in an attempt to get closer to the edge. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I hook them as my thumb stills. She lifts her head and her eyes open. They focus on me and narrow.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand.

“You, Theron,” she whispers. “Only you.”

Curling my fingers inside of her, I make a come-hither motion over and over, bringing her to the edge and watching as she almost topples over. But not yet. I want to work her until she’s on the verge of losing her fucking mind. Then I want to watch her lose said mind.

“No man touches you. No man looks at you. You exist to nobody but me,” I say as I continue to move my fingers inside of her.

Her body trembles. Every fucking muscle inside of her moves. Fuck me, but she is so goddamn beautiful like this. She’s wet. She’s on edge and barely holding on. I want to watch her completely lose herself and come all over my fingers.

“No man,” she whispers as her chest rises and falls with her breaths.

Fuck me.

I want to be inside of her so goddamn bad. When her hips begin to move uncontrollably, and she reaches down, wrapping her fingers around my wrist, that’s when I know she’s close. Her pussy clenches me, and I wish it were my cock instead of my fingers.

“Sweetheart,” I murmur as I watch her climax. When her body stops trembling, she lets out one long sigh before she lifts her head and her gaze connects with mine. “I may never be whole. Part of me will always be the child I was. And I will always look for the man who did it to me. I will never give up.”

She cups my cheeks. One of her thumbs slides across my bottom lip before she speaks. “I would not have loved you for a decade, Theron, if I thought you would stop looking for that man. I want to help you. I’m good with research and computers. Let me do that.”

It’s sweet that she wants to do that for me. Beyond sweet, really. “My business is built on research, Lucille.”

She doesn’t have to add that it’s a business built on research, but we have yet to find Ravet. I already know that. Our gazes search one another in silence. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times before I slowly slip my fingers from inside her.

Straightening, I take a step backward before I lift my fingers to my mouth. I silently suck on them, tasting Lucille. Savoring her before I strip out of my own clothes. Unable to take my gaze from hers, I watch her as I take all my clothes off.

Once I’m naked, I climb onto the bed, my knees between her thighs, and slide my fingers from her ankles to the inside of her legs, stopping at the apex of her thighs. Aligning the head of my dick with her center, I tip my chin and watch as I slowly sink inside of her body.

Her pussy stretches around me, taking me inside of her. It’s so fucking tight that I know nothing else could fit except my dick. Reaching backward, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees and stretch her legs open.

“Theron,” Lucille moans.

“Don’t move,” I demand. “I want to show you how much I fucking own you.”

I’m an asshole. I know I am, but sometimes you have to be an asshole. Moving inside of her, I roll my hips as she accepts me. I am mesmerized by the way she doesn’t have to give me anything. She is exactly what I need her to be. I don’t have to instruct her, and she doesn’t manipulate me.

Lucille wraps her hands around the backs of her knees and holds herself open for me as I shift forward and place my palms against either side of her head. I need to be able to fuck her, my body aching to pound into hers.

Shifting back slightly, I slam into her. Lucille moans, her tits swaying with the thrust from my hips. I do it again, loving the way her body moves from the force of my own. “Please,” she whimpers.

She doesn’t have to beg, not fucking ever. I continue to move, hard and fast, over and over until I’m on the edge of my own climax. I want her to come again, though, so I don’t stop. When I feel her body tremble again, when her pussy pulses around my dick, I know she’s close.

Pinching my eyes closed, I try to hold back my release, but I’m not sure how much longer I can. I’m fucking close. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. The moment her tongue slides across my bottom lip, I come.

With one last grind of my pelvis against her clit, I bury myself deep inside of her and let my cum fill her body. Lucille’s arms and legs wrap around me in an effort to keep me close. I touch my lips to the side of her cheek, moving on her skin until I reach her ear. Tugging on her earlobe, I whisper against her ear.

“I own you, Lucille. Every goddamn inch of you.”

“Every inch,” she whispers as her nails trail up and down along my back.

And it’s true.

I own every fucking inch of her—bought and paid for.

I would do it all over again, too, if it meant being right here with her. I would spend every last dime I had just to keep Lucille with me. I’m never making a mistake like letting her go again. Now that she’s back, I’ll never take a moment for granted.