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Lucien's Gamble Page 11
Author: Sylvia Day

"Thank you," she said, with a grateful smile, swallowing back her misery.

Justin tilted his head in acknowledgment. "We rub along well together."

"Yes," she agreed. "We do."

His gaze filled with satisfaction. Their nuptials were quickly becoming a foregone conclusion. Soon, very soon, Julienne would have to explain her brother's plight. Raised an aristocrat, the same as she was, the present Marquess of Fontaine knew the workings of upper-tier marriages, and her situation, while pitiable, was fairly common. In fact, she was almost certain he already knew of her brother's troubles.

When the reel ended, Justin escorted her back to Aunt Eugenia before departing for another event. Try as she might, and she did try, Julienne couldn't stop herself from looking for Lucien. When she found him, she clasped a gloved hand over her mouth, containing a sob. Lucien was leaning over his red-haired lover, whispering in her ear and nuzzling her throat, the picture of rapturous attentiveness.

"Excuse me, Aunt Eugenia." She turned away, her chest tight. "I have to sneeze."

She moved with haste toward the nearest hallway.

Afraid to go into the ladies' retiring room and hazard running into other guests, Julienne made her way farther down the hall, where unlit tapers offered privacy.

She slipped into the third closed door and shut it behind her. For a moment, she was blind in the darkness, but she stumbled her way to an open-sided chaise, Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!

where she threw herself down and began to cry in earnest. Arrested by grief, she didn't hear the bolt slide home. When a large, ungloved hand covered her mouth, her eyes flew open in shock.

And clashed with Lucien's furious gaze.

His intent was obvious as he covered her body with his own. Removing his hand, he replaced it with his lips, his wonderful scent overpowered by brandy, which filled her nostrils and flavored his kisses. Her heart raced and her chest ached as she struggled for air, her body coming to immediate arousal, needing him like it needed food and water.

Julienne tasted blood as her teeth cut the soft insides of her lips. He tasted it, too, and it seemed to inflame him, his ardor mounting until he took her mouth with savage intensity. A delicious shudder heated her body. Against her will, she arched upward into his cock, wanting him… needing him to fill the emptiness he'd left behind.

Lucien groaned at her response, his hands wandering possessively over her curves, the heat of his erection burning through her satin gown. His feet slipped between her own and then slid outward, forcing her legs as far apart as her dress would allow.

Where once there had been tender exploration and affection, there now was only pain and fury. Lucien's hand gripped her breast convulsively, hurtfully, making her wince. Julienne's hands moved off the chaise, sliding under his coat and waistcoat, tearing at his buttons in her desperation to get to his skin. Lucien yanked her skirts upward, ripping her stockings. The delicate threads of her gown popped, protesting his rough treatment. He lifted his mouth, and she gasped for air.

"You've ruined me." His hands shook as they reached under her skirts. "I've been Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!

unable to bed another woman… since the last time I touched you."

She smothered a sob, hating the thought that he'd even tried, and deeply, endlessly relieved that he'd failed.

" Julienne…"

"Go to your whore," she cried, even as she held him tightly to her. Even as she prayed he wouldn't.

"Damn you to hell!" he cursed, gripping her thigh with bruising strength. "You're so willing to discard me."

His fingers reached her sex, and he gave a tortured groan. "So wet, almost dripping. Can anyone else make you feel like this, Julienne? Or is this only for me?"

"Lucien—"

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked hoarsely as he slid his fingers inside her.

She tried to pull away, but her traitorous body welcomed him with a rush of moisture. "I don't want… y-your anger…"

"You want me," he whispered savagely. "But you'll send me to another's bed."

His damp cheek pressed against hers, his hot breath burning across her ear. "That woman out there—she's desperate for me, Julienne, as mad for me as you are, but she won't turn me away. In an hour, I'll be deep inside of her, and she'll be screaming my name… while you rot in your virginal bed."

"Bastard," she sobbed, her hands fisting against his back. "Why are you doing this?"

"Tell me to stop, and I will." His mouth moved feverishly, pressing openmouthed kisses against her neck.

"Go to hell!"

"Ah, sweet," he murmured, his velvety voice filling with sadness, his thrusting fingers never ceasing their torment. "You can't say it, can you? You crave me too much."

Julienne moaned as the pleasure built, Lucien's fingers slipping easily through the cream that flowed from her, pumping faster and faster, making her writhe with the need for more than just this.

"Does it feel good, my love?" He pressed his damp forehead to hers. "Your cunt is so drenched, so hot and tight. I could f**k you properly, Julienne. Ram my c*ck in you until you scream with pleasure. Would you like that?"

She pressed herself against him, her h*ps lifting to give him greater access.

"Lucien…"

He ground his erection into her leg. "You'll miss me when you're married to your philandering marquess." He nuzzled the side of her face. "But I'll accommodate you when you want to be held like this… pleasured like this. Wear those trousers and come to my club."

"I hate you for this," she sobbed. And she hated herself for loving him anyway.

"Show me how much you hate me, Julienne. I want to feel it when you come around my fingers."

Lucien reached farther into her, stroking skillfully. And she cli**xed on his command, a white hot, exploding orgasm that had her moaning his name. He swallowed her pleasured cries in his mouth, groaning along with her, holding her shuddering body tightly against him.

When it was over, Julienne gasped for air and strengthened her resolve. Before Lucien could pull away, she bucked upward, forcing his fingers from her and throwing him to the floor. She was atop him in an instant, straddling his thighs and shoving his palms under her knees, using the weight of her body to pin his Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!

hands to the floor. She drew off her long gloves and tore open the placket of his breeches.

He growled. "What are you doing?"

Staring down at his handsome features, Julienne watched the play of emotions that burned in his gaze. Her hands pulled his c*ck free and gripped him firmly.

Her smile was feral.

"You won't have anything left for that woman by the time I'm done with you, Lucien Remington." She bent forward and licked his bottom lip, savoring his taste. Her hands slid along the hot length of his shaft, loving the feel of him. "I'm going to wring you dry."

"I could throw you off easily," he threatened.

"Ah, but you won't." Her thumbs drifted over the engorged head, feeling the slickness of his seed everywhere. "You crave me too much."

He squeezed his eyes closed with a curse, unable to deny it.

"Did you come when I did, Lucien?" She lubricated her palms and then curled her hands around him. "How terribly naughty of you. But you're still so hard, ready to do it again."

His h*ps began to pump upward as she used both hands to stroke him off.

"Jesus… Julienne…" Sweat dripped from his brow, dampening the inky hair on his forehead.

"What a shame for your trollop," she murmured. "I have no experience with male anatomy, but I know you're well-endowed. So hot and huge. My hands can barely close around your cock." She pressed her mouth against his ear. "Like a wild stallion. But that woman out there won't have the pleasure of riding you tonight." Biting the lobe of his ear, she whispered hotly, "You will never be mine, but for tonight, at least, you won't be hers either."

Lucien growled.

His fingers flexed against her kneecaps, and his shaft pulsed in her hands.

Julienne memorized the beauty of his face flushed with passion, his gorgeous eyes narrowed and watching her, his mouth swollen and parted on heaving gasps. She stroked him faster, running her thumbs over the slickness on the tip, wanting to give him pleasure. Pumping her fists with greater and greater urgency, Julienne relished the guttural cries that tore from his throat.

She loved the feel of him, soft satin over steel, and the way he liked to be pleasured, hard and primitive. His entire body tensed beneath her, his c*ck swelled in her hands, telling her how close he was.

"Come for me, darling," she urged. "Come until there's nothing left for any other woman."

He cursed, and then twisted his hips, releasing his seed in powerful spurts across the rug. Julienne continued to attend to him, drawing out everything he had, until her hands were covered in his sem*n, until Lucien slumped in exhaustion, his body twitching, his breathing labored.

Only then did she release him. She brushed featherlight kisses across his closed lids and parted lips, all the while carefully unwinding his cravat. Then she wiped her hands off with it. She stood and tossed the ruined linen on his chest.

"Good-bye, Lucien."

Glorious with anger, she left him spent on the floor.

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