Chapter 27

TWENTY-SEVEN

SALEM

A s we pulled up to the Westchester estate, relief flooded over me at the sight of the familiar surroundings. My heart was still racing from the adrenaline of our near death experience, and I couldn't help but replay the moment when that bullet nearly stole Lennox's life. The mere thought had my chest tightening, and I found myself clinging to the reality that he was alive and beside me.

Lennox, usually so composed and in control, looked like he was spiraling, and it was unsettling to see him this way. Before I could voice my concerns, he strode toward me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. Without a word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the living room, his determined stride forcing me to stumble along in an effort to keep up.

"What's going on, Lennox?" I asked softly, my concern evident in every word.

I had no idea what was going through his mind, but whatever it was, it caught me completely off guard. ″Lennox, what are you?—″

″I'm done.″

I blinked, perplexed, as he hauled me into my bedroom.

″Done?″ I parroted, trying to understand what he was talking about.

He slammed the door shut and flicked the lights on, casting a warm glow over the room. I found myself completely stunned by the look on his face. I had never seen his expression so vibrant and explosive, lacking any semblance of the usual control he held over his emotions. It was as if every feeling he'd ever suppressed had come rushing to the surface all at once, and it left me both intrigued and unnerved.

″I want you.″

I'm done fighting my attraction to you , his expression clarified.

Those three words were all it took, and it was as if a barrier had been lifted, revealing our mutual attraction to each other that had been quietly simmering for months. In an instant, I was closing the distance between us, every inch of my body growing hotter and heavier.

Wanting to feel his body against mine.

Wanting to prove that we were still alive and breathing.

Wanting to make up for all the lost time we had wasted denying the inevitable.

I grabbed onto the front of his button-down shirt for support, stepping onto his expensive Italian shoes and drawing him in for a kiss with a furious hunger I'd been holding back. We frantically tried to get our fill of one another, a little growl escaping from him as we got lost in one another's kiss.

In one another's touch.

Lennox's hand slid behind me to squeeze my ass, and I felt his swollen cock nudging up against my stomach. He let out a feral groan, his teeth sinking into my swollen lower lip, nibbling on it.

It made me utterly breathless, causing my toes to curl.

A mewl broke through my opened lips before his tongue invaded every inch of my mouth. Our tongues danced and battled with one another, both of us trying to dominate the other. It didn't take long until I gave in to him, closing my eyes in rapture.

I wanted to fight against his control for dominance like I'd done with the others, yet it was a losing battle once his lips were on mine. His stubble scratched at my jawline, a shudder traveling down my spine at how it felt.

His large hands worked quickly to remove my top, tossing it aside without care as he continued to assault my lips. I knew they were going to be bruised and plump from his kisses later.

Not that I was complaining in the slightest.

My hand fumbled for his suit jacket—needily and hastily pushing it off his shoulder before clumsily moving on to his tie and then the buttons of his shirt. While I enjoyed the way Lennox always looked so professional and powerful with his millions of suits, they were a pain in the ass to get off.

After making quick work of my bra, Lennox had already moved on to my pants. He easily found the zipper, sliding both my jeans and thong down and off in one singular motion. His hand kneaded at my breast roughly, and I continued to moan against his lips.

″Lennox,″ I whimpered as he nipped my lips.

″Fuck, why did we wait this long?″ he rumbled. ″What a needy girl you are. So fucking responsive.″

I mewled, pawing at his broad chest as I let out a little huff. ″I can't help it; it's your fault.″

He chuckled. ″I suppose I should do something about it then, shouldn't I?″

Lennox moved his hands to cup both my bare breasts, his talented fingers skimming over my puffy, puckered buds. They instantly hardened painfully under his touch. He wasted no time hauling me to the bed, pushing me down until I was on my back. He forced my legs apart before he settled his body above mine.

″Fuck,″ I hissed, pulling his ruffled hair and arching my back at the pleasure coursing through me. ″ Lennox .″

He thrust his tented length against me, teasing me with what was to come. He then leaned down, placing his mouth around a nipple and worshiping the beaded bud with his tongue while tweaking the other with his fingers. The flames from his touch made me ache down to my very core.

It wasn't long before I felt my hips bucking upward, my knees weakening under his touch.

He let go of my nipple with a loud pop, saliva trickling across my breasts just as he brought his large palm down to collar my throat. The pressure on my neck was electrifying, and I felt myself gush with excitement.

″Fuck,″ Lennox rumbled as he kissed his way down my body.

Shamelessly, I parted my legs wider, propping them at the edge of the bed for him to settle between.

Lennox pulled away for a brief moment, and I took the opportunity to appreciate his body. From his narrow waist to the prominent V-shape disappearing right into the front of his slacks, which had a notable bulge, Lennox was a work of art.

A noticeable stain on his suit pants from the copious amount of precum made my mouth water.

I glanced up to see Lennox's expression.

He watched and studied me, tilting his head to the side, as if I were a small butterfly pinned down. I found myself biting into my lower lip, suddenly nervous, as I watched him slowly undo his belt. The leather sliding out of the pant loops was the only sound in the room. He slowly undid his zipper and let his cock spring free. I may have stopped breathing at the sight of his length.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Perhaps the reason he had been fighting the attraction between us was for my own safety, because holy fuck.

His cock might actually break me.

It might very well split me in fucking half. I had thought that, as Cole's twin, his cock wouldn't be any different than his, but that couldn't be further from the truth. While Cole was of similar length, Lennox was much, much girthier.

It was freaking enormous.

No, more than enormous.

Thick, long, and leaking with need.

Precum wasn't just gathering at the very thick tip anymore but also dripping down. I knew he was at the edge of his limit with how purple-red and swollen it looked. I watched with rapt attention as a drop of precum got bigger and bigger until it slid down his length to the base, where he gripped it in his large hand.

″You ready, princess? You want my big fat cock inside of you?″ he questioned, his voice so dark that it caught me off guard for a moment. ″You're going to take all of me, aren't you?″

I gripped the soft sheets, my knuckles white as I watched him stroke himself in preparation.

I was unashamed as I panted and gave him a nod. ″Yes.″

″Yes, Sir,″ he growled, his eyes gleaming like a hungry predator. He slowly raised his hand and then brought it hard down onto my pussy, jolting me with the unexpected spanking.

″Ah, yes, Sir,″ I choked.

My cunt was already dripping as he gently made small circular motions around my engorged clit. ″I want you to count for me, Salem. Count for me as I punish you for getting caught today. For letting that man lay his hands on you.″

I opened my mouth to remind Lennox of my resourcefulness in getting out of that tight spot, but it was as if he anticipated my argument before I even voiced it.

″You'll let me punish you because you know that it'll please me, won't you? You want to be good for me?″

I nodded eagerly without thinking. ″Yes.″

This earned me another slap on my pussy, which I was sure was leaking for him now. ″Yes, who?″

A throaty moan escaped my lips. ″Yes, Sir.″

He brought his hands down on me, and I cried out, ″One.″

″Fuck,″ he groaned, pleased that he was able to bring out this side of me. He then brought his hand down again.

″Two,″ I hissed. I could feel my wetness coating his hand as it met my pussy. My clit throbbed, and my inner walls clenched, trying to find relief from punishment. Something about the wet, squelching noise drove me utterly insane.″ Please .″

He tsked at me with a heavy sigh. ″Begging won't help you; it'll only earn you more punishments.″

He slapped me again before pushing one finger up my wet slit as I wailed.

″Three,″ I whimpered, desperately needing something to fill the growing emptiness inside me. It wasn't enough, especially when he was taking his fucking time. He withdrew his finger, and I bit my tongue to stop from crying out. I knew he was only going to tease me more if I did.

″Look at how wet you are, Salem,″ he growled. ″You're fucking dripping . Is this all for me?″

″Yes, Sir,″ I moaned, my muscles gripping his finger as he entered me teasingly. He withdrew his finger only to re-enter with two, maybe three. I didn't even know anymore. He pushed hard and high into me, and I was seeing stars with every thrust of his fingers. ″ Ah .″

He moved his fingers coated with my arousal up to his lips. His eyes trained on me as he lapped and drank every single drop. I don't think I was even breathing in that moment. ″You taste like sweet temptation, baby. I can see how you got everyone wrapped up around your pretty fingers.″

Then he brought his mouth over my bare mound and feasted, working his fingers into my channel as his skilled mouth worked on my sensitive clit. To be ravaged like this after our near death experience was driving me unreasonably insane.

″Yes,″ I breathed out. My eyes slowly started to close on their own, letting his tongue bring me closer and closer to the edge. I never realized how much I would love being at his complete mercy. ″Oh, please, please, please, Lennox. Sir. I need you, fuck me. Please?″

At my begging, he pulled his wicked mouth from my cunt.

My hands soon found their way into his silky hair. I drew him in as I felt his cock at my entrance.

″Look at me while I make your tight pussy mine,″ he demanded.

My eyes snapped to him immediately as he entered me in one slick push. I whimpered against him, and I could feel myself tightening around his cock.

″Lennox,″ I mewled.

″Fuck, you take me so well.″ he groaned.

One of his hands held me down by the hip while his other moved to tweak my nipples expertly. He withdrew until only the tip of his cock was at my entrance before he thrust inside me with one hard stroke. I cried out in pleasured pain, arching from the fullness of him inside me.

″Christ,″ he growled when my sex tightened around him again, his hips rolling against me as he drove himself faster and rougher into me. I moaned, holding onto the bedsheets as he began to fuck me with complete abandonment.

″More,″ I whimpered.

He bent down, his mouth working to make sure I was all marked up. His teeth bit into my neck, shoulder, and then into my breast. His hand tweaked, twisted, and pinched my other neglected nipple the way I liked: pain combined with pleasure.

″You're so fucking tight, baby . Like you were made for this, made to serve me. Made for me,″ he hissed, his hands moving to hold onto my throat possessively. It wasn't enough to constrict airflow, and it felt so intimate to give him power over me like this.

″Please, I'm close,″ I rasped.

″Beg me,″ he demanded, his nostrils flaring.

″Lennox, Sir , please let me come.″

His cock hammered inside me, driving me higher and higher. I was riding the edge between agony and euphoria, and I could no longer think straight. His hands continued to curl around my throat, cutting my airflow when he squeezed hard. I gasped and didn't care how strange or messed up it was. I wanted to give him everything. My pain. My pleasure… My air.

Because he was all I needed.

I needed him more than I needed to breath.

Before I passed out, he let go, throwing my thighs over his muscular arm, and pushing his thick cock right back into my gaping wet hole. I knew my pussy felt even tighter like this, with my legs thrown up over my ears, and I swore I could feel Lennox's cock nudging my cervix with how hard I was squeezing him.

My entire body quivered under the brutality of his punishing pistons as the bed creaked louder, the headboard banging against the wall with each hard thrust.

″Such a fucking good girl,″ he mumbled, fucking me harder, like he was trying to brand me with his cock.

″Yes, yes, yes,″ I cried out. I was so close—so close—that I would do anything. I was already clawing at his chest, making him mine for everyone to see. ″Yes, Sir. Please. I'll always be your good girl.″

″Good,″ he gritted out. ″I'm always going to give you exactly what you want. Good girls get rewarded.″

I keened as he nudged deeper and deeper inside me. ″Please, please…″

″Come,″ he practically demanded. ″Take my seed, Salem. Take it all.″

″Fuckkkk,″ I screamed, which was the final straw that sent us both over the edge.

In an instant, I felt his warm cum exploding within me. My pussy clenched around his thick shaft as he continued to pump into me, pace slowing as he looked into my eyes. My pussy milked his cock dry, hungrily sucking up every drop of cum he had to offer.

″Mine, Salem. You're mine .″

″I'm yours,″ I whispered back as he brought his lips down to mine. I let myself give in to him. As he deepened the kiss, I was utterly his—body, heart, and soul.

He continued to grind and shake through his orgasm until he jerked one last time inside me before helping my legs back down and collapsing beside me. I let out a chuckle as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

″Fuck, I better get used to sharing.″

I chuckled at his joke as Lennox got up and walked to the ensuite. When he returned, he settled back onto the bed beside me with a damp cloth and made quick work of cleaning up between my legs. With a satisfied smile, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled me into his chest. His embrace was comforting, and I found myself relaxing against him.

In the safety of his arms, I allowed myself to descend into the solace of post-orgasmic bliss. For a moment, it was just the two of us, cocooned in our own little world, far away from the chaos and danger that lurked outside these walls.

In the darkness of my bedroom, with Lennox's arms wrapped tightly around me, I felt safe, protected, and maybe even loved. I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with me.