Chapter Fourteen: Taming the Rebel

Lucien's mouth was sinful.

Hot, rough, and completely unforgiving as he knelt between her thighs. His tongue teased her clit—slow, deliberate—like he had all the time in the world to ruin her. And gods, he was succeeding.

"You're trembling," he murmured against her, his voice thick with amusement. "What happened to that smart mouth, little rebel?"

Estella bit back a moan, refusing to let him win. "I'm just waiting for you to stop playing and actually fuck me," she snapped, though her voice trembled.

Lucien's laughter was low and wicked. "Still so mouthy," he mused, dragging his tongue over her slit in a slow, devastating stroke. "But you're soaking wet for me."

"Maybe I'm just bored," she taunted, though the heat curling low in her belly was making her damn dizzy.

Lucien growled softly—a sound that sent a shiver racing down her spine. "You're going to regret that mouth," he promised, spreading her thighs wider. "I'll make sure of it."

And gods—he did.

His tongue moved with ruthless precision, flicking against her clit while two fingers slid inside her, stretching her open. The combination of his mouth and his hands was almost too much—pleasure coiling tight, threatening to snap.

"You taste like fucking sin," he murmured, his fingers curling against that perfect spot inside her. "And you're already falling apart for me."

Estella gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You're—" She bit back a scream as he sucked her clit hard, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure racing through her blood. "Fuck—you arrogant bastard—"

Lucien chuckled darkly, the vibrations making her body jolt. "That's it," he coaxed, his voice rough with need. "Come for me, Estella. Let me feel you break."

Her pride burned—but her body? Her body was already betraying her.

The pressure inside her snapped, and her orgasm tore through her—wild and violent—dragging a broken moan from her lips as her thighs trembled against his shoulders.

Lucien didn't stop. Not until she was gasping his name—raw and breathless.

When he finally pulled back, his silver eyes gleamed with triumph. "Still bored?"

Estella, panting, managed a shaky smirk. "You call that your best?"

Lucien growled, dragging her up into his lap. "You're fucking impossible."

"You love it."

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," he promised, lifting her hips and dragging the head of his cock along her entrance. "And when I'm done, you won't be able to walk."

"Big talk," she taunted, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But I'm still waiting—"

Lucien slammed into her in one brutal thrust, stealing the air from her lungs.

"Still waiting?" he rasped, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Because from where I'm sitting—you're already falling apart on my cock."

Estella cried out, the stretch of him sending another pulse of heat crashing through her. "Fuck—"

"You like that?" he demanded, driving into her harder. "You like being fucked like you're mine?"

She glared down at him, even as her body clenched tight around him. "I'm not yours," she spat. "You couldn't own me if you tried."

Lucien laughed softly—a dangerous sound. "Sweetheart," he growled, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. "I already do."

And gods, did he prove it.

Meanwhile…

Valeria stood in the shadow of the corridor, her nails digging into her palms so hard they nearly drew blood.

That little bitch.

She had thought Estella would burn out—that Lucien would grow bored.

Instead, it was worse.

He was obsessed.

Grace's voice cut through her thoughts. "Still watching from the sidelines?" she purred, stepping up beside her. "Careful, Val—jealousy is such an ugly look."

Valeria turned slowly, her expression smooth and composed. "Jealous?" she mused, her voice soft as silk. "Why would I be jealous of a wild little whore who doesn't know her place?"

Grace smiled sweetly. "Because while you're out here plotting, she's in there screaming his name."

Valeria's smile turned razor-sharp. "Let her scream," she whispered. "Because by the time I'm done with her—she'll be begging for mercy."

Grace tilted her head. "And here I thought you'd given up."

Valeria stepped closer, her voice dripping venom. "I never give up," she said softly. "And I never lose."