Chapter 145: 2
The memory of Adam’s defiant smirk, the raw power play she’d witnessed between him and Dante, ignited something reckless within Ravyn. Later, tucked away in the shadowed opulence of Lucien’s private lounge within the Inferno, she decided to test the waters. "Getting soft, Lucien?" she taunted, her voice dripping with false bravado, echoing Adam’s earlier challenge. "Or just saving your energy for someone who actually needs it?"
Lucien, sprawled on the deep velvet sofa, raised an eyebrow, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. He’d sensed her shift, the deliberate provocation. "Careful, little bird," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her bones. He pulled her onto his lap, positioning her over his hardened cock, guiding himself to her slick entrance. He thrust up, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke, drawing a gasp from her lips. Then, abruptly, he stopped, holding himself deep but utterly still. "Beg for it," he commanded, his grip tightening on her hips.
"No," Ravyn breathed, defiance flashing in her eyes, refusing to yield despite the desperate ache his stillness created.
"Wrong answer," Lucien growled. He shifted, flipping her effortlessly onto her stomach across the plush arm of the sofa. His palm cracked sharply against her bare ass cheek, the sound echoing in the hushed room. "Count."
"One," she gasped. "Two… three…" She faltered, the sting and shock mingling. "F-fo—"
"Start over," Lucien cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hand landed again, harder. "One."
They repeated the cycle: her hesitant counting, her stumble around the fourth or fifth number, his sharp command to restart, another stinging slap. After the fourth failed attempt, tears of frustration and building arousal pricked her eyes, but she pushed through. "One… two… three… four…" Her voice grew steadier, fueled by a perverse thrill. "Five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten!"
Relief and a strange, deep satisfaction flooded her. She loved the harsh discipline, the enforced submission.
Before she could catch her breath, Lucien tangled his fingers viciously in her hair, yanking her head back until her spine arched painfully. His lips brushed her ear. "Beg."
The command shattered her resistance. "Please!" she choked out, the word ripped from her throat. "Please, Lucien, fuck me! Please, I need it!"
He released her hair, his hand clamping possessively on her hip. "That’s my girl." He drove into her with brutal force, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked her entire body against the sofa. His thrusts were deep, relentless pistons, hitting that spot inside her with devastating accuracy. The overwhelming friction, the sheer dominance, pushed her over the edge twice in rapid succession, her cries muffled by the velvet. Moments later, Lucien roared, his hips slamming flush against her ass as he emptied himself deep inside her with thick, pulsing jets.
Spent, he pulled out, a slick sound echoing the sudden emptiness. He pushed her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs wide. Without preamble, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue lashing her swollen clit while three fingers plunged ruthlessly back into her sensitive channel, curling and scissoring. The dual assault was too much, too intense. Ravyn shattered again, a scream tearing from her throat as her body convulsed violently, a gush of clear fluid spraying from her in a hard, uncontrollable stream. Lucien groaned against her, his mouth sealing over her, drinking every drop of her essence as her hips jerked helplessly against his face.
Lucien finally lifted his head, his lips and chin slick with her fluids, a dark satisfaction burning in his eyes. "Fuck," he rasped, staring down at her trembling form, her thighs still spread wide and glistening. "Couldn't help yourself, could you, little bird? Soaked the fucking sofa." He traced a possessive finger through the damp patch beneath her ass. "Look at you. A fucking mess. My mess." The possessiveness in his voice sent another shiver through her spent body.
He didn't let her recover. "Want more?" His hand tangled brutally in her hair again, hauling her limp body upright against his hardened frame. Her back slammed into his chest, his other hand sliding instantly around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. "I asked you a question, Ravyn." His cock, thick and pulsing, pressed against the cleft of her ass, already slick from her previous release.
"Y-yes," she choked out, the pressure on her windpipe constricting the word.
"Louder." His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back sharply, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat. He squeezed harder.
"Yes! Fuck, yes, Lucien! Give it to me!" she gasped, the words ragged.
"Good fucking girl." He released her hair only to angle her hips forward, positioning her on her knees, bent over the ruined velvet. Before she could brace, his cock slammed back into her soaked cunt with a brutal thrust that punched the air from her lungs."AH! Fuck!" she screamed, the sudden, deep penetration overwhelming her sensitive flesh. He didn't pause, setting a relentless, punishing rhythm, his hips pistoning against her ass, each powerful drive forcing choked cries from her throat.
His hand returned to her hair, yanking her head back with each forward surge, arching her spine painfully. "Take it," he snarled, the sound guttural. "Take every fucking inch." His other hand cracked hard against her ass cheek, once, twice, leaving stinging red marks. "That feel good, you greedy little slut?" Spit flew as he spoke, punctuating the wet slap of flesh on flesh. He drove into her harder, deeper, the force rocking her entire body, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. "Fucking answer me!"
"YES!" she wailed, tears stinging her eyes, the pain and pleasure a dizzying cocktail. "So good! Harder! Please, harder!" The desperation in her voice fueled him. His hand slid from her hair to wrap around her throat again, squeezing firmly, cutting off her air as he pounded her relentlessly. The pressure, the deep, bruising penetration, the sting of his slaps – it coalesced into a terrifying, exquisite peak. Her vision blurred, stars exploding behind her eyelids as her cunt clenched violently around his cock. Another gush of hot fluid sprayed out around his thrusting length, soaking his thighs and the sofa beneath them. Lucien roared, slamming deep one final time as her inner walls milked him, his own release pulsing hot and thick inside her convulsing heat. He held her pinned, his hand still tight on her throat, his body shuddering against hers as he emptied himself completely.
He held her pinned, his hand still tight on her throat, his body shuddering against hers as he emptied himself completely. The pressure eased slowly, replaced by the ragged sound of their mingled breathing in the heavy silence. Ravyn felt utterly spent, boneless against the damp velvet, Lucien’s weight a possessive anchor. "Mine," he rasped against her ear, the single word vibrating through her, before finally pulling out with a slick, obscene sound. He collapsed beside her, one heavy arm draped possessively over her waist, his fingers idly tracing the fresh welts rising on her ass. Exhaustion claimed them both instantly, sinking into the plush ruin of the sofa amidst the lingering scents of sex, sulfur, and expensive leather.
Morning light, sharp and intrusive, sliced through the heavy drapes of Lucien’s penthouse bedroom. Ravyn stirred, the ache between her thighs a delicious reminder. She watched Lucien sleep, the harsh lines of his face softened only slightly. A reckless impulse seized her. Sliding down the silk sheets, she nuzzled the thick heat already stirring against his thigh beneath the covers. Her tongue traced the heavy vein along the underside before taking the swollen head into her mouth, sucking gently. Lucien groaned, low and feral, his hips jerking instinctively deeper into her wet heat. "Fucking hell, little bird," he growled, his hand immediately tangling in her hair, guiding her pace deeper, faster.
He yanked her head back, his cock glistening with her spit. "Up," he commanded, voice thick with sleep and lust. She scrambled onto her knees, facing him, heart pounding. "Beg for it," he ordered, his molten gold eyes locking onto hers, fingers tightening in her hair. "No," Ravyn whispered, defiance flashing despite the pooling heat low in her belly. Lucien’s smile was pure predator. He flipped her onto her stomach faster than thought, her cheek pressed into the cool sheets. His palm cracked hard against her ass cheek. "Count." "One," she gasped. Crack. "Two." Crack. "Th-three..." Crack. "Start over," he snarled. "One." Crack. "Two..." Her voice hitched. Crack. "Restart." "One." Crack. "Two." Crack. "Three." Crack. "Four..." She faltered. Crack. "Again." "ONE!" Crack. "TWO!" Crack. "THREE!" Crack. "FOUR!" Crack. "FIVE!" She pushed through the sting, voice raw. "SIX!" Crack. "SEVEN!" Crack. "EIGHT!" Crack. "NINE!" Crack. "TEN!"
Before the final syllable faded, Lucien gripped her hips, slammed his cock into her dripping cunt to the hilt. "FUCK!" Ravyn screamed, the brutal invasion tearing through her. He fucked her with savage, piston-like thrusts, no finesse, just raw power driving deep. His balls slapped against her clit, each impact sending jolts of electric pleasure-pain. "Take it, you stubborn fucking slut!" he snarled, his hand cracking down on her ass again mid-thrust. The relentless pounding, the sting, the overwhelming fullness shattered her control. Her cunt clenched violently, convulsing around him as a scream ripped from her throat, her release gushing hot around his pistoning cock. "AGAIN!" Lucien roared, driving impossibly harder, deeper. Another wave crashed over her, even more intense, another hard spray of fluid soaking the sheets beneath them as her body spasmed uncontrollably. He slammed home one final time, roaring as he emptied himself deep inside her trembling heat, his grip bruising on her hips. "Mine," he growled into her sweat-slicked shoulder.
His weight pinned her to the soaked sheets, the possessive rumble still vibrating against her skin. Every muscle screamed, her cunt throbbing with the brutal aftermath of his claiming. He shifted, his teeth scraping the delicate juncture where her shoulder met her neck, a low growl promising this wasn't over. "Still dripping," he murmured, the words muffled against her flesh, his fingers sliding down to roughly probe her swollen, used opening. "Fucking greedy little hole, isn't it? Can't get enough."
Before she could gasp, his hand fisted brutally in her hair again, yanking her head back until her spine screamed. "Look at me," he commanded, his molten gold eyes burning into hers. The raw dominance there, the absolute certainty, made her cunt clench helplessly around nothing. He spat, the glob landing hot and wet on her parted lips. "Swallow it, slut. Show me you know your place." A whimper escaped her as she obeyed, the bitter tang hitting her tongue.
His free hand snaked around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her pulse pound against his fingers. "This cunt," he snarled, thrusting two fingers back inside her with a cruel twist, "belongs to me." He scissored them, stretching her sensitive flesh, drawing a choked cry. "Say it." "Y-yours!" Ravyn gasped, arching against the painful invasion. "Only yours, Lucien!"
"Better." He withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, and coated his already hardening cock with her fluids. The thick head nudged insistently at her abused entrance, pressing against the tender ring of muscle. "Open," he demanded, his grip on her hair tightening. "Wider, you fuckable little brat. Take me now." He surged forward, slamming balls-deep in one brutal lunge, sheathing himself to the root in her tight, slick heat. "Oh, fuck!" Ravyn screamed, the sudden, overwhelming fullness tearing another ragged sound from her throat as he began to pound into her with savage, relentless force.
Lucien’s hips snapped forward, burying himself impossibly deeper with each brutal thrust, the wet slap of flesh echoing off the penthouse walls. Ravyn’s scream dissolved into choked, rhythmic gasps, her body jolting violently against the silk sheets with every powerful drive. "Fucking tight," Lucien snarled, his fingers digging into the fresh welts on her hips, the sting sharpening the overwhelming sensation of being split open. "Always so fucking tight after I wreck you." He leaned over her, his sweat dripping onto her arched back, teeth scraping the vulnerable tendon in her neck. "You love this, don't you? Love being my little fucked-out mess?" His hand tangled savagely in her hair again, yanking her head back, forcing her spine into a painful bow. "ANSWER!"
"Yes!" Ravyn sobbed, the word ripped raw from her throat, her vision blurring. "God, yes! Please!"
"Not God," he growled, pistoning harder, faster, his balls slapping wetly against her swollen clit. "Just me. Say it." His free hand cracked down hard on her ass again, the sharp pain blooming hotly. "Say who owns this greedy fucking hole!"
"Y-yours!" Ravyn choked out, the brutal thrusts punching the words from her lungs. "Lucien! Oh God, Lucien!" His name became a desperate litany, torn from her throat with each savage plunge deeper into her raw heat. "Fuck! Lucien! I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!" she screamed, her entire body tightening like a coiled spring, muscles clenching around his invading shaft.
"Not. Yet." Lucien snarled, grinding to a sudden, agonizing halt buried deep inside her clutching cunt. His hand, still tangled in her hair, wrenched her head back further, exposing her throat to his teeth. He nipped, not breaking skin, but the threat vibrated through her. "You fucking hold it." He resumed, not the previous brutal pace, but a slow, deliberate torture – deep, grinding rotations of his hips, the thick ridge of his cockhead dragging over her most sensitive spot with obscene precision. Each measured thrust pulled another broken "Lucien!" from her lips, her body trembling violently on the unbearable edge.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto her arched back. Minutes stretched, measured only by her ragged gasps, his low growls against her skin, and the slick, wet sound of his cock moving within her impossibly tight sheath. Her whimpers were constant now, punctuated by his name. "Please... Lucien... please... can't... can't hold it..." she sobbed, teetering on the precipice for what felt like an eternity.
"Now." The command was a guttural rasp against her ear, laced with absolute authority. "Cum for me, Ravyn. Drench my cock." He surged forward hard, burying himself utterly, his hips pistoning against her ass with renewed, devastating force. The permission shattered her. "LUCIEN!" she shrieked, her vision whiting out as an obliterating orgasm ripped through her core. Her cunt convulsed, spasming violently around his shaft, a gush of hot fluid soaking his driving length and the sheets beneath. "Good fucking girl," he growled, the rough praise sending an unexpected, electric jolt of pure pleasure through her exhausted frame, making her moan louder, longer, the sound raw and needy. "Yes! Oh fuck, Lucien!" she cried, astonished by how deeply the simple words resonated.
He roared, his own climax tearing through him as her inner muscles milked him relentlessly. Thick, hot spurts flooded her depths with each powerful pulse. Yet his hips didn't stop. He kept thrusting, slower but still deep, grinding his spend deeper into her, his low groan vibrating against her sweat-slicked skin. "Mine," he breathed, the possessive declaration final, punctuated by the wet slap of flesh as he pushed into her sensitivity once more.