Chapter 4

4

SOPHIA

The following work day

I didn’t know if Lucian planned on showboating our relationship to everyone in the office, but all day, I’d been on edge waiting to see what was going to happen.

But I should have known he wasn’t one to make a scene or spectacle. He kept things professional, and the only time things became more intimate was when we’d pass by each other, and he’d let his fingers brush against the bare skin of my arm.

Or when he’d corner me in the hallway and lean in close, whispering something in my ear.

I knew people saw our interactions. Saw the way he looked at me now with soft expressions and genuine smiles that were nonexistent before. I saw their wide-eyed looks as they watched us.

It was the end of the workday, and I was cleaning off my desk to call it a night when Lucian’s deep voice came from his private office.

“Sophia, can I see you for a moment before you leave?”

My heart instantly started racing, and I glanced around the nearly deserted cubicle area of the office. There were only three employees left, all of whom were staring at me and then glancing at the boss's door.

I gave them a tight-lipped smile and felt my face heat to volcanic levels while I walked toward Lucian’s open doorway. He’d been waiting for me off to the side, and when he closed the door behind me, everything went eerily quiet.

The soft click of the lock being engaged sent a ripple of anticipation down my spine.

“Sophia,” he said, still behind me, and I felt achill race up my spine. Lucian’s voice sounded lower than usual… almost a growl.

I turned and faced him, and every single part of my body instantly aware of his presence at just the imposing, massive, and dominating sight of him.

He stood in front of the door with his hands in the front pockets of his expensive slacks. After a second, he walked by me, his steps slow and deliberate. I didn't miss how he almost came thto a standstill when we were side by side, when he leaned in to the crown of my head and inhaled the scent my hair.

But just as quickly as he’d done it, he resumed walking, until he got to his desk and propped himself against the edge. With his arms crossed and his piercing blue gaze pinning me in place, the man looked like the world revolved around him.

“You’ve seemed distracted all day. And I’m wondering why that is.”

My breath hitched at the low tenor of his voice, the weight of his words suffocating me with an erotic haze. I could’ve lied, but what was the point? “I've been waiting for you to make it known we’re together… like we talked about.”

He cocked a dark eyebrow and stayed silent for long seconds. “You think I’d flaunt and showboat the most precious thing in my life?”

My heart skipped a beat at what he just implied I was to him.

He slowly shook his head. “No, sweet girl. You don’t shove a priceless gem into the faces of those around you. You let them know what you have… intimately.”

I thought back to his little touches, to the way he said my name around his employees. My first name, not my last like he did everyone else—including me up until today. This man had made it known I was his and his alone the entire day.

“But if my girl wants me to mark her in front of everyone, I can certainly oblige since she’s so good for me and gives me everything I want.”

My pussy was already soaked, like I was his whore. And because he was a perceptive bastard, he knew exactly the effect he had on me.

He smiled, darkly and knowingly, and moved around his desk to open a drawer. He reached inside, and when he pulled out the horned Krampus mask, my legs nearly gave out.

“Or maybe I should leave my office door cracked open and fuck you over my desk while I wear this again. That way, anyone walking by can see how my bebbi likes to take her cock?”

My throat tightened, and my mouth went dry at the very crude way he put that… and at how much it turned me on.

We were both so quiet that I heard it when the last three employees left. I wondered what they whispered behind our backs. I wondered what they thought we were doing in here.

Probably exactly what is about to happen.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you on my desk, Sophia?” His voice was smooth but edged with wickedness.

I stared at him, my heart pounding. How was I supposed to respond?

“Too many times to count.” His tone dripped with pure sex as he added, “I’ve thought about spreading those cheeks and licking at that tight, little hole nestled between them.”

My knees threatened to give out as his words caused my pussy to clench and my clit to pulse.

“I’ve fantasized about bending you over my desk and pushing up those tight-as-fuck pencil skirts you always wear. I’ve envisioned bringing my belt down on your ass until your cheeks are reddened with welts or covered in my handprints.” He crooked his finger at me to come closer.

I followed his silent order instantly until only the length of the piece of furniture in question separated us.

“Lift that skirt and bend over the desk.”

I licked my lips while my body switched to autopilot, my pussy quivering, dripping cum down my inner thighs.

I gripped the edge of my skirt and dragged it up, and when it was to my waist, he gestured for me to take my panties off. I pushed the wet material down until the little scrap of fabric landed around my ankles, and I stepped out of them, flipping them off to the side.

And then I leaned on his desk so my ass popped out.

He came to stand behind me, smoothed his hand up my leg, gathering my juices. Placing his large palm over my ass cheeks, he rubbed my cum into my skin. “So fucking good.” His voice dripped with dark dominance. “I’ve jerked off more than once during office hours to thoughts of doing the most depraved things to you right here.”

I glanced over my shoulder to stare at him. He still held the mask and lifted it so I could see it more clearly. The costume dangled from his hand for only a few more seconds before he set it aside, crouched, and spread my cheeks. And then, just as he’d confessed was his desire, he licked and sucked at my tightest hole, getting it sloppy wet and no doubt primed for that monster cock of his.

“Touch your pretty, little clit,” he ordered as he stabbed my asshole with his tongue.

I reached between my thighs and rubbed a digit over that throbbing little bundle of nerves. God, it felt so good.

He felt so good.

“Lucian…,” I whispered, my body torn between shock, fear, and the dark, thrilling heat that curled in my stomach and shot out through my fingers and toes.

“You’ve always been mine, Sophia.” He went back to fucking my ass with his tongue while he kept me spread open almost painfully wide. It felt incredible, that mix of pleasure and pain that drove me insane.

With one more lick to my hole, he stood, and I forced myself to open my eyes and stare back at him as he leaned around me. He grabbed the mask, slipped it on, and—like magic—the eyes glowed red.

“I've already made your pussy mine.” His voice laced with ominous need as he freed his raging hard-on and gripped the base. But before he placed the tip where his tongue had just been, he pulled a little bottle of lube out of his desk drawer and poured it generously over my asshole and onto his cock, smearing it over the wide crown.

Oh… he’d been prepared.

“And tonight, I’m making this ass mine.” He growled low in his throat as he placed his big, warm hand between my shoulder blades and pressed me forward until I was face-down on his desk. Then he notched his cockhead at my back entrance and started to push in, gripping my waist with bruising force as he fed me his giant shaft.

There had been no warm-up, nothing other than the few moments of him eating my ass, and the pain was nearly unbearable. But if I’d learned anything about myself since I started sleeping with this man, who had the biggest cock I’d ever taken, it was that I was a masochist for him. I loved the pain he gave me just as much as the pleasure. The hurt only amplified my desire for more, and he gave me just that… until he was flush with me and his balls were pressed against the slit of my pussy.

Papers scattered to the floor as he leaned over me, slammed his hands on either side of my head, and started fucking my ass like he fucked my pussy just last night.

The office blurred around us as I surrendered to him completely. I didn't fight the dark thrill of Krampus and Lucian becoming one.

Why would I?

Being consumed like this was everything I’d ever wanted and more.

It might’ve been the first time he claimed that single, untouched part of me, but it wouldn’t be the last, if I had any say in the matter. I’d beg him for this mind-numbing mix of agony and ecstasy whenever I was given the opportunity. I’d never felt so deliciously possessed.

And no one would ever own me the way my boss did. Irrevocably.

The glow of the city lights outside barely penetrated Lucian’s office. The only illumination came from the small lamp on his desk, casting golden light over the dark leather chairs and the rich wood paneling.

The air was heavy and charged from our fucking, as if the room could barely contain what simmered between us.

We both sat on his leather sofa with me curled up on his lap as we faced the windows.

The intensity of his presence was always so palpable. I stared down at the mask, which now sat on the glass-and-steel coffee table right in front of us. The horns arched menacingly, and the detail of sheer craftsmanship made it seem almost like a work of art.

“ Ich liebe di meh, als du dir je chonntsch vorstelle. ” I love you more than you could ever imagine.

I closed my eyes and exhaled as I snuggled in closer to him.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, Lucian.”

“ Weisch, was du mir bedeutisch? ” Do you know what you mean to me? His words were sweet yet laced with a darkness that sent a shiver down my spine. Before I could respond, he said, “You are everything I desire… and everything I want to ruin.”

My breaths came shallow and fast, each one a struggle as I tried to ground myself in the moment. But Lucian didn’t allow me that reprieve. His fingers slid beneath my chin, tilting my head up and back to meet his gaze.

“You think you’ve seen the depth of my need, Sophia,” he said, his voice a rumble that resonated deep within me. “But you haven’t. Not yet.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into his chest like he was my anchor.

That’s because he is.

“What makes you think I don’t crave that, too?”

His chuckle was deep and rough and filled with satisfaction. “My good girl.”

The room seemed to close in around us, the charged silence swallowing everything else.

As his arms tightened around me, securing me to him, I knew there was no going back. But I didn’t want to. I was right where I needed to be.