209 | White-Hot Pleasure

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 

I didn't know if he sensed my emotions, or if he just wanted to toy with me, but a sardonic smile appeared on his lips as he stared into my eyes.

"It's too late for regrets, beautiful," he whispered, and before I could respond, he let me down and released his grip on my ass. His softening cock slipped out of my body as he stepped back, and I watched, my breathing still uneven, as he casually took the condom off and dropped it on the floor.

For some reason, his action made me flush. There was something so wrong, so dirty about that condom lying there. Perhaps it was because I feel like that condom - used and discarded. Spotting my robe on the floor, I moved to pick it up, but Lucian's hand on my arm stopped me.

"What are you doing?" he asked, gazing at me. He didn't seem the least bit concerned that his jean was still unzipped and his cock was hanging out. "We're not done yet."

My heart skipped a beat. "We're not?"