A Taste of Pleasure

When he called her, he could easily tell she wasn't in the best of moods but he had to set his plan before two weeks and he had to tell her as soon as possible. 

She would make the perfect fake bride; she wasn't an online personality or a popular figure, it would be easy to hide it from the public until they could break it off amicably.

He meant to send his men to get her but something about the way her voice sounded made him change plans. It was rather concern than emotions, if she was going to be his bride, he needed to make sure that whatever issues that may pose an obstacle be taken care of.

But when he got there, it was a different situation entirely, she looked forlorn and completely different from the girl he saw just yesterday. 

He had already gotten all the information he needed from his underdogs about her location and where she worked but he felt like there was more to her life, his spies were not able to obtain. 

Now looking at her face, he finally confirmed there was something else aside from simple interest; he was attracted to her. She had this innocent aura he had yet to fully decode, her features outlined so perfectly but it was obvious she wasn't aware of how beautiful she was.

Lucien was a lot of things but never one to not appreciate a beautiful woman. He knew the attraction wasn't for love or something that would potentially put his plans in jeopardy, she was simply an attractive woman and he wanted to have her, that was what he told himself.

When they got into the car, her expression changed and he could tell something plagued her mind but it was hard to focus. Her hair was all over the place but in a way that gave this homely feeling and that was the sexiest thing he'd ever appreciated in a woman.

A bit of her lip gloss had grazed the side of her lips but it was obvious that she wasn't aware. When he asked her about her mom, he could easily tell that she was really troubled and he suddenly felt this urge to reach for her and console her.

"What happened to her?" Her face dropped and she looked away, she was trying to avoid eye contact, trying to conceal her emotions. 

That was his thing, it wasn't the fact that she was trying to hide her emotions, it was the way she reminded him of how helpless he looked on the night he begged Alexa to stay.

"Lana look at me..." Before he could finish his sentence, he had already reached for her and drew her body to him, moving her from her initial position to his side.

She didn't flinch or react in a way that gave any sign of resistance and that was when he saw her eyes properly, she had been crying probably before he even spoke with her on the phone. 

Her lips were enchanting and he couldn't restrain himself from reaching for them with his fingers. He used his thumb to slightly graze her lips and cleaned the lip gloss that was sticking out. 

She still made no attempt to stop him or move away from the position they were in. She was on his lap, facing him while her legs hooked around the space in between his lower body. 

Her body was warm and he wanted to lean in and rest his head for a while.

"What do you want from me?" She spoke softly and suddenly a tiny sense of guilt crept into his mind, he was going to use her to fulfill his plan but he was left with no other choice.

"You, I want you Lana, I want you in my bed." Her eyes widened but she kept her gaze on him. 

'Say something, this should be the moment where she tells me how lucky she is or something, anything.' Those were the thoughts that lingered on his mind but before he could process it completely she took his face in her hands and their lips merged.

Lucien could feel the warmth spreading all over her body, his already hard core began throbbing. She pulled away but that wasn't enough for him, he needed to taste more of her.

He leaned back in and kissed her but this time, he held onto her waist and she fully settled her form on his lower body. A moan escaped her lips and he could tell that the both of them wanted the same thing; to get their minds off the noise and loudness.

He kissed her deeper and their tongues began to dance in rhythmic harmony. She began moving her body, and that only sent him into a spiral of intense need. He pulled back slowly and shifted her hair from her face; she was hungry, just like he was.

"You're going to make a mess of me, Miss Lana," but that was what he wanted. 

He grabbed her face and held her to himself, carefully placing her at the center of his need, almost instinctively she started rocking her own heat against his and her need was quickly matching his. 

He kissed her again. His hands were under her skirt and for the first time, he had never been more angry at a piece of clothing. Their kiss deepened and so did she increase the pace she was rocking his need. Lucien could feel his pleasure building up as they both moaned into each other's mouths.

He needed more, so much more. He moved his hands to her shirt and unbuttoned it, slipped his hands under the singlet she wore and sensually reached for her hardened nipples. One hand on her breasts and the other on her waist urging their rhythm, "Fuck! Lana…what are you doing to me? I need to taste you badly Lana." He leaned over, switching positions.