The Hidden Goddess Who Made Him Beg novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: On His Knees

Del makes Lucian say what he really did, then takes him to bed on her terms until he begs. In the morning he learns she has crossed out every name on the Bulfinch board but his.

I went down the stairs slowly, with my robe belted and my bare feet silent on the old runner.

Tobias stood with his hand on the bolt.

"Say the word and I turn the hose on him," he said.

"Open it."

Tobias sighed and opened it.

Lucian came in on a gust of rain.

His suit was black with water and his tie hung open.

He had not slept, and he had not shaved, and he had never once looked at me in two years.

"I don't have a speech," he said.

"Good. You wrote the last one."

Tobias retreated down the hall, whistling something deliberate and tuneless, and a door closed.

I led Lucian through the dark house to the conservatory at the back, where the glass roof ran with rain and a lamp burned low on the table.

I did not offer him a towel.

"Tell me what you did," I said.

"I took your hand off my desk and gave it a cheque."

"Why?"

"Because Imogen's father owns half the harbor, and my father told me it would be done by Christmas if I did what I was told."

"And what did you want?"

His throat moved.

"I wanted you at the penthouse at midnight, with the door locked, like every other night."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only one I've got." He took a breath. "I thought you were a habit, Del. I thought I could cut you out clean. I've read your resignation a dozen times."

"You never read it. It was a cheque on a bar."

"I read the piece with your name on it."

The rain was loud on the glass.

I stood in front of him, close enough to feel the cold coming off his coat.

"On your knees," I said.

He looked at me.

Then Lucian Bulfinch, who had never knelt to anyone, went down on the wet marble in front of me and lifted his face.

My heart was going.

I took his tie in my hand and pulled it off him slowly.

"Shirt."

His fingers shook on the buttons.

He peeled the soaked cotton from his shoulders, and the lamp found the long muscles of his back and the old scar on his ribs I had kissed a hundred times.

"You said you were done with me," I said.

"I was lying."

"Say what you want."

"You," he said hoarsely. "Your mouth. Your hands. Anything you'll give me."

I sat on the edge of the cane chaise and parted my robe.

I wore nothing under it.

His breath left him in one long sound.

"Come here."

He crawled between my knees and put his mouth on me without being told twice.

The first slow lick across my clit made me grip the cane and arch.

"Slower," I said.

He slowed, and I felt him shudder against my thigh.

His tongue circled, soft and certain, and then he sucked, and my head fell back against the wet glass.

"God, Del. You taste like I've been starving."

"Don't talk."

He dragged two fingers through me and pushed them inside, and my hips lifted to meet him.

I was already close.

I pulled his hair and held his face where I needed it, and he groaned into my pussy and gave me more.

I came on his mouth with a cry I smothered in my fist.

My thighs closed on his ears.

When I let go he stayed there, panting, eyes shut, lips wet, waiting.

"Take your pants off," I said.

He did.

His cock was hard and flushed and already leaking, and I wrapped my hand around it and watched his whole body go tight.

"Please," he said.

"Please what?"

"Let me inside you. Please."

"Again."

"Please, Del. Please let me fuck you. I'll do anything."

That was the first time I ever heard him beg.

I pushed him onto his back on the cold floor and straddled him.

I held him at my entrance and sank down an inch at a time, and his hands came up to my hips and shook there without gripping.

"Don't touch," I said. "Not until I tell you."

"Fuck," he said, and put his hands flat on the marble.

I rode him slow at first, savoring the stretch, the heat, the small broken noises he made every time I took him to the root.

Then I went faster.

Rain hammered the glass roof and the lamp swung in the draft.

His eyes never left my face.

"Hands," I said, at last. "Where I put them."

I took his wrists and set his palms on my breasts.

He cupped them, and his thumbs dragged over my nipples until I gasped.

"Mouth."

I leaned down, and he sucked one into the heat of his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while I rolled my hips on him.

Every flick of his tongue tightened something low in my belly.

I felt his cock swell inside me, and I clenched around it on purpose.

He groaned against my skin and his whole body bucked.

"Don't you dare," I said.

"I'm trying. Fuck, I'm trying."

"Look at me," I said. "Whose are you tonight?"

"Yours." His voice broke. "Yours, Del. Please, I'm going to come."

"Not yet."

I slowed again, and he swore at the ceiling.

I made him wait through three long minutes, until the sweat ran down his chest and his whole body was a held breath.

"Now," I said, and let him take my hips.

He drove up into me, hard, and I came again around his cock with my nails in his chest.

He followed a heartbeat after, shouting my name into the dark, pulsing deep inside me while I held his jaw in both hands.

We lay there for a long time, with the rain slowing above us.

At some point he pulled my robe closed over my shoulders, very gently.

I let him.

I woke at dawn on the chaise with his coat over me and an empty place on the floor.

Lucian stood at the desk by the window, dressed in last night's damp trousers, holding a sheet of paper.

I had left it out on purpose, I told myself.

It was the Bulfinch board roster, typed and annotated in my hand.

Twelve names, each with a date and a weakness, and at the top, circled twice in red, his own.

Beside it I had written eight months ago:

The way in.

He did not look up.

"What is this?"

I sat up and pulled the robe tight.

"Your father killed mine, Lucian," I said. "And you never once asked me who I was."

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