Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Wyn

I'm floating, and my body is buzzing. I feel slow and sluggish, but every muscle in my body is relaxed, and in my dreams, Lucas has his mouth on my pussy, licking and nipping me to climax.

With my eyes closed, I drift in a semi-dream state. For the first time in a long time, I feel…safe, content, fulfilled. Is that ridiculous? God, that sounds fucked-up, even in the privacy of my own mind. Lucas is the devil incarnate. He's cruel and dangerous, and I should run as far and fast as I can from him…

But there's something about the way he touches me that makes me lose all sense. Like, all rational sense. And I'm smart. I mean, usually.

Time is really strange. Several times, I drift off, then come back to semi-consciousness, never really knowing how long I've been out. But this time, when I come back into my body, I feel strong, warm hands moving over my bare skin. I'm naked, lying on a cloud, and someone is touching me.

Lucas.

But even dazed, I know he's the one that did this to me.

Weighed down by the drug, I can only really move my head slightly and moan. My limbs are still too heavy, so I have no choice but to yield to his exploration of my body.

Were I in my right mind, I'd shove Lucas away, and tell him to fuck off. It's what I'm supposed to do. It's what would be expected. I shouldn't enjoy being used, abused, and pleasured by the hottest psycho on the planet.

His words from earlier circle inside my head.

You and me, we're exactly the same…We both need pain to feel alive.

Deep down, I'm afraid he's right. Giving up control excites me. Pain elevates pleasure. Fucking the devil makes me feel alive…

But I'd never admit that to anyone, especially Lucas.

I can't want any of this.

But right now, with the warmth of the drug coursing through my veins, I don't have to pretend. He's removed my obligation to fight back.

His large hand is on my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. My body comes alive under his expert hands, and I moan. He's saying something, but I can't quite make out the words. All I can hear is that deep, rumbling baritone followed by a low, sexy-as-fuck chuckle.

"Mmm," I mumble, arching into his hand. My entire body feels charged, like I have an excess of energy that's pushing to break free.

His lips fall to my throat as he whispers something against my skin. But it's not long before that softness turns to brutality and his lips move down my body, over my breasts and stomach, to my inner thigh. He sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin, and I whimper. Pain jolts me, but it's quickly chased by the feeling of tension being released in my body—like a rubber band being snapped.

It feels so good.

I'm engulfed by sensation as his hands continue to explore my body, pinching and groping, his deep moans vibrating through me. And then I feel it, the head of his cock pressed to my entrance.

I struggle to open my eyes. I want to see him, see that beautiful face as he fucks me. At my initiation, he had a mask on. But as much as I want to look into his eyes, my eyelids feel like they're made out of cast iron and far too heavy for me to lift.

His fingers work through my hair and he takes a handful, then pulls my head back against the pillows, while at the same time, shoving his rock-hard cock into me. I gasp at the sharp pain his invasion causes, and he chuckles, tightening his hold on my hair. "That's it, baby. Take my cock like the good girl you think you are."

I moan again, still held down by the heaviness of the drug, but electrified by what Lucas is doing to my body. It's such a strange feeling, like being fucked on a cloud, in a dream, yet everything feels real and hyperintense.

His hips rock forward and he pushes into my channel as far as he possibly can. The pain of being stretched by his thick, girthy cock has me gasping, and I open my mouth to scream, but the sound is caught in my throat. I'm choking on that scream, tears streaming down my face.

His free hand moves to my breast and he squeezes hard as his hips move, his cock slamming into me over and over , my entire body jerking with the motion. "I'm going to pump my load into this sweet pussy," he says harshly in my ear. "And you're going to take it, Wyn. Every last fucking drop of my cum."

His dirty words make every cell in my body tingle. Images of his milky-white semen filling my channel dance in my mind. My walls clench as he fucks me roughly, slamming into me with so much force, his giant bed sways, and my tits bounce.

The intensity is everything I need. His frantic, possessed energy matches mine, and together we moan as we both come. Hot tingles engulf my body and sparks ignite behind my eyelids. I'm breathless, and lightheaded when it's all done, and he pulls out of me.

I don't know how long he's gone, but he returns with a warm washcloth and cleans me up. I'm exhausted, the drug still working through my veins, but I feel a little more awake now. That orgasm seems to be the electric charge my body needed, I guess.

I don't know what I'm expecting him to do, but to my surprise, he climbs onto the bed and settles in the spot next to me. We're both naked, lying on top of the bunched-up sheets, and comforter.

I roll my head to the side, facing him, and force my eyelids open. His face fills my vision. He's on his side, the pillow tucked under his head, watching me. "You terrify me, Wyn Barker," he whispers. The words are so faint, that I can almost convince myself I imagined it. Almost.

I swallow, wondering why he's telling me this. Lucas isn't someone who just opens up randomly and reveals his innermost secrets. He keeps everything pretty close to the chest, usually. But maybe he thinks I'll forget all this? Maybe he's assuming I'm so drugged up, I won't remember.

God, I'm so tired.

My eyes flutter closed. But even as I begin to drift back into the dark abyss of sleep, I hold on to his words as tightly as I can, so I don't forget…