Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Lucian

We were shown to our suite after the introductions, clearly exhausted after our few days of madness. We had the whole wing to ourselves, an environment much more suited to our characters. Still, Elaine was her wide-eyed self as the Quentins left us alone, staring around our opulent surroundings like we’d suddenly arrived in paradise itself.

“Wow, Lucian,” she said, “just wow!”

“Thank fuck,” I said back, casting barely more than a glance at the pitiful suitcases that had already been delivered.

I had no intention of diving into that piss-poor collection of attire any longer, but I had even less intention of Elaine making do with her budget clothes for even a single day longer. I’d already been making arrangements on that score.

I followed Elaine as she checked out the bathroom and she was grinning with delight at the opulence of the jacuzzi bath in the corner. The bathroom itself was bigger than the shitty hotel room we’d stayed in the night before.

“I’ve so needed one of these,” she said, stretching her arms above her head. “I’m desperate for a good long soak.”

I turned the water on and she smiled.

“Look at you, Romeo,” she laughed. “I didn’t expect you to be running a bath for your princess.”

“I’ll be doing a lot more than that for you,” I told her, and I meant it, too.

She had no idea just what was coming to her. Her surprise would be worth a thousand bars of gold.

She stripped straight out of her clothes, reminding me again just how perfect a doll she was, even though the slice on her skin was still raw. It only made her more divine. A painful reminder of how vulnerable she’d been, and how important it was I protect her at any given cost.

She was delicious, enough to make my mouth water at the sight of her. She’d look even more irresistible with some of my bite marks all over her.

We added some of the luxury bath foam, and the bubbles rose invitingly. I was naked alongside her by the time the water had finished running, smiling along with her as she lowered herself in.

“Wow,” she said again, and let herself sink into the bubbles.

I stepped right in after her and lowered myself down on top, and then I kissed her, hard. Deep.

Her soapy hands were up and at me, holding my face as my tongue invaded her mouth. This was us. This would always be us.

I flicked the jets on between kisses and we were amongst the force, massaging tired flesh as we played with one another. She was as desperate for me as I was for her.

She wasn’t expecting it when I twisted her onto her side and hoisted her leg back over mine. She was expecting it even less when I thrust her forward at the jets, positioning her sweet little pussy against the flow.

She gasped and squirmed as I spread her pussy lips, exposing that tender little nub to the water.

My dirty little doll let out a moan, pressing back against my solid cock.

“Fuck me,” she said, and there was such a need in her voice. “Please, Lucian. Please fuck me.”

Oh, how I liked to surprise her.

It was her asshole I pressed against, giving her just a moment of realization before I forced my way inside her. Three thrusts that had her whimpering before she took it.

The rock of her hips was perfection. Backward at me, forward at the jet on her clit, over and over until she was lost to everything but the sensations.

My horny girl came loud for me. The water splashed around us as she rode the waves, coming until she was so tender she had to move away from the surge.

She didn’t move away from my cock, though. It was her who repositioned herself so she was sitting on top of me with her back to my chest. It was her who spread those ass cheeks wide and moaned as she took it deep. It was her who guided my thrusts, eating them up like a good girl.

She let out a groan as I sank my teeth into her beautiful bare shoulder, taking it as I sucked my mark right onto her.

“Oh God…please…more…” she whimpered, and she got more. Her shoulders were bitten sore by the time I unloaded my cum into her ass, and she was exhausted in a whole new way, glowing with life once we were finally done with soaping up, hoisting ourselves out of there.

I wrapped her up in a towel before I wrapped myself up in one, and she let her wet hair shake down in beautiful blonde snakes, shimmering.

I’d never get tired of looking at her. I could be staring at her for the rest of time and she’d still snare me like a siren calling me right out to sea.

We were still in towels when a knock came at our bedroom door. I answered it with the towel still around my hips, glad to find it was one of the Quentins’ housekeepers with a tray of food.

Steak. Tender and rich and exactly what was needed.

Elaine gobbled hers up on the bed, still in her towel, hungry enough that she had eaten the whole dinner before she glugged down some mineral water and lay back with her hand on her freshly swollen little belly.

We snuggled up in bed together, flesh against flesh. She slept like a delicate creature next to me, barely moving until we woke up in the morning with sunlight shining bright through the windows.

I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it was time to be forming more of my allegiances and cementing new partnerships in stone.

Elaine was still half asleep as I got myself washed and suited up ready for the day. She sat up in bed as I fastened my tie, her hair a stunning mess like a halo.

“Shall I come with you?” she asked, but I shook my head.

“No, baby. Enjoy your new surroundings, and enjoy your time with Francesca. I’ll make sure they send your breakfast upstairs before she comes to get you.”

Again she looked surprised. Surprised and happy. “I’m spending the day with Francesca?”

“Yes,” I told her. “She has a whole host of plans for your time.”

Hell, I couldn’t wait to hear about them later, but I wasn’t going to share them with her. I wanted her amazement to be fresh when Francesca told her exactly what would be happening for her.

I kissed my doll before I left, having to pull myself free from her arms before she tugged me back under the covers with her.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart,” I told her, and again, it felt so natural to be in such an easy new world with no fears hanging over our heads.

“I’ll see you later, handsome,” she replied, and waved me off with a smile.

She’d sure be smiling when I did see her later, that was for sure.

Devon Quentin was already suited up and ready to roll when I joined him downstairs in the sitting room. He got to his feet, giving me a handshake that was even more firm and enthusiastic than the day before.

“Francesca will be getting Elaine’s breakfast sent up to her,” he confirmed, and I smirked at him.

“A full English breakfast, I hope.”

He smiled back. “Of course, Lucian. Most certainly a full English. Minus the black pudding, as per your request.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I’m very appreciative that she’s going to be well taken care of.”

“Don’t you worry about that. Francesca will most definitely be taking care of her. It’s an honor to have you both here. Speaking of which,” he added. “Would you like any breakfast yourself?”

No, I wouldn’t. I shook my head with a thanks. “I have more pressing things to concern myself with,” I told him. “We have plenty of plans to finalize.”

“Of course,” he said, and patted my back as we walked toward the hall. “I’m ready for us to get started.”

The limo was already waiting outside when we stepped out through the entrance. I glanced up at the wing I knew my princess was relaxing in, relieved all over again that I’d trusted my primal calling to be so true to our nature.

Quentin and I took our seats in the back of the limo, and our negotiations started up the moment we pulled away from the manor.

I was very firm in my offerings, and he was very eager to accept them. Partnerships in everything from pharmaceutical research to cross-Atlantic insurance deals, right through to underworld arms deals. I had a sense of drive and excitement I hadn’t truly felt in my gut for several years. Life at Morelli Holdings was challenging, and interesting, but not like this. Not like forming a whole new initiative of opportunities with a whole new web of connections.

We pulled up in Canary Wharf and the limo dropped us off at Quentin’s HQ. I stepped inside, shoulder to shoulder with him, proud and arrogant in my very finest of ways.

It was after a solid morning of conversations with Quentin’s recommended associates that we shook hands on some deals and some of the other business partners left the room. Then it was just Quentin and I alone together again, sitting across the table from each other with a respectful smile on our faces. He was impressed. I could see it.

It was him who leaned closer, curious.

“So, given that you have been so forthcoming in what you are offering us,” he said. “What is it that you want in return? There must be some things you are seeking that I could show you my appreciation by supplying.”

My expression was stoic as I weighed it up, but he was eager, clearly very taken with the offers I’d been presenting him.

Yes, there were some things he could show his appreciation by supplying. Two of them.

I decided to lay my cards right out there on the table. “I want a few things in particular,” I said. “Some things that may be controversial.”

“Anything,” he said, holding up his hands with a smirk. “Controversial is my middle name.”

My gut was boiling with need even as I uttered the words. “I want Lord Eddington and Baron Rawlings,” I told him. “And I want them delivered to me personally so I can kill them myself.”