Chapter 77: I will make you forget
Lucian’s pov
My arms tightened around Alina, but the warmth of her body did nothing to cool the storm raging in my chest. My eyes darkened as that fucking memory slammed into me again—her lips pressed against Aiden’s, the way she’d leaned into him instead of shoving him away. I forced a smile when she pulled back, the expression feeling like a knife twisting in my gut.
"We should go home," she murmured.
Before I could respond, the two injured men staggered up, clothes torn and streaked with dried blood. One of them lowered his head, voice rough.
"We’re sorry, Lucian. Aiden came out of nowhere. Ambushed us before we could—"
"Save it," I cut in, my tone flat. "Just go home. Rest."
I didn’t wait for more excuses. My fingers closed around Alina’s wrist—not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough that she knew I wasn’t in the mood for talk. The drive back stretched in heavy silence, just the growl of the engine and the crunch of gravel under the tires. She kept stealing glances at me, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but I kept my jaw locked and my eyes fixed on the road.
The second we stepped inside the house, she turned to me. "Lucian, I—"
"I’m tired," I muttered, already turning away. My boots thudded down the hall as I left her standing there.
I pushed into our bedroom and shut the door behind me with a soft click. Leaning back against the wood, I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image hit me like a punch—her hands fisting in Aiden’s shirt, that soft sound she’d made into his mouth. A low growl ripped from my throat. I clenched my fists until my knuckles popped, nails digging into my palms. The rage burned so hot it blurred everything.
Why the hell did she kiss him back?
A sharp knock rattled the door.
I yanked it open, teeth bared.
Ragnar stood there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What do you want?" I snapped. "If it’s not important, get out."
He didn’t move. "New supplies just rolled in. We’re heading out to grab them in an hour. You coming?"
"No. Handle it yourselves."
He nodded slowly, but his gaze lingered. "If something’s chewing you up, spit it out. I’ll listen."
I stared at him, the words lodged like glass in my throat.
After a beat, he sighed. "Fine. I’ll update you when we’re back." He turned and walked off.
I slammed the door shut again and dragged a hand down my face. Three days. Three goddamn days, and the memory still clawed at me every time I blinked. It wouldn’t fade. It wouldn’t leave me alone.
The door creaked open behind me.
Alina slipped in, her footsteps light. She reached for my hand. The brush of her fingers made me flinch, muscles coiling tight.
Her brow furrowed. "Are you okay? You haven’t been yourself for three days now."
I let out a ragged breath and turned to face her fully. "No. I’m not okay." The words tore out raw. "I can’t get it out of my fucking head. You kissed him back, Alina. Do you have any idea what that’s doing to me?"
Her face crumpled. She stepped closer, eyes glistening. "I’m sorry. I know I messed up. I’ll take whatever punishment you give me, but please... forgive me."
"I’m not mad at you," I ground out. "Not really. I’m just—" My throat tightened. "I need that image gone."
She searched my face for a long moment. Then she laced her fingers through mine, grip steady, and tugged me toward the bed. My pulse hammered harder with every step.
At the edge of the mattress, she gave me a gentle push. I dropped onto it, my gaze locking on her as hunger, desperation, and raw lust ignited inside me like fire catching dry tinder.
She didn’t look away. Reaching behind her back, she slowly peeled off her top, the fabric whispering as it fell to the floor. My breath caught at the sight of her—skin glowing in the low lamplight, every curve pulling me in, admiration burning through the anger still simmering in my veins.
Alina turned, hips swaying just enough to make my hands itch, and walked to the door. The lock clicked under her fingers. She glanced back at me, voice low and promising.
"One word, and you’ll forget."
My pulse thundered in my ears as that lock clicked shut, sealing us in. Alina turned fully toward me, her eyes dark with intent, the lamplight tracing the lines of her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts. She moved closer, each step deliberate, her hips rolling in a way that made my fingers curl into the sheets beneath me. The anger still simmered low in my gut, but it was shifting now, twisting into something hotter, sharper—need that clawed at me worse than the memory.
She stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of her soap mixed with the day’s tension. Her hands went to the waistband of her pants, sliding them down slowly, inch by inch, until they pooled at her ankles and she kicked them aside. Nothing left but skin and the way she looked at me, like she knew exactly how to unravel the knot in my chest.
I drank her in—every curve, every shadow, the way her nipples tightened under my stare. Admiration hit me hard, pushing the rage aside for a breath. She was mine. Not his. And right now, she was offering herself to burn that kiss from my mind.
"Alina..." My voice came out rough, almost a warning, but she just smiled, soft and knowing.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my lap in one fluid motion. Her thighs pressed warm against mine, her hands sliding up my chest to grip my shirt. She tugged it over my head, her nails grazing my skin and sending sparks straight down my spine. I grabbed her hips, fingers digging in just enough to anchor myself, pulling her closer until her bare chest brushed mine. Heat pooled low in my body, desperation flooding every vein.
Her lips hovered near my ear, breath hot. "Let me take it away," she whispered, then kissed the side of my neck, slow and wet, teeth grazing just enough to make me groan.
The image of Aiden flickered again, but it fractured as her mouth moved lower, across my collarbone, her hands working at my belt. I flipped us suddenly, pinning her beneath me on the mattress. She gasped, eyes widening with that mix of surprise and want that always undid me. My hands roamed—tracing her waist, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks until she arched into me with a soft moan.
My mouth crashed down on hers, claiming her hard, tongue thrusting deep like I could erase every trace of Aiden from her lips. She moaned into me, fingers twisting painfully in my hair, yanking me closer. I shoved the last of our clothes away, my cock springing free—thick, veined, and aching so badly it throbbed against my stomach.
I flipped her onto her back and spread her thighs wide. She was soaked already, her pussy glistening, lips swollen and slick with her arousal. I dragged my cock through her wet folds, coating myself in her cream, then slammed in deep with one brutal thrust. Her tight heat swallowed me, walls fluttering and gripping like a vice. Alina screamed, back arching off the bed, the sound raw and beautiful in my ears.
"Fuck, yes," I growled, pounding into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her juices coated my shaft, dripping down my balls with every thrust. I buried my face in her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, growling her name like a prayer while I fucked the memory of him out of both of us.
But then she pushed at my chest, eyes blazing with sudden power. I paused, breathing ragged, and she used that moment to flip us. Now she straddled me, sinking back down onto my cock in one smooth, dripping motion. Her pussy was so wet it squelched obscenely as she took every inch.
"You need reminding who you belong to," she whispered, voice husky. She became the dominant one, riding me slow and deep at first, grinding her clit against my pelvis. Then she leaned forward, nails raking down my chest hard enough to draw thin red lines. The sting shot straight to my cock, making me throb harder inside her.
"Worship me," she ordered.
I did. My hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as she rode me, but she slapped my face—sharp, stinging. The pain mixed with pleasure, making me groan and buck up into her soaked cunt. She slapped me again, harder, then pinched my nipples, twisting until I hissed.
"Please... Alina..." I begged, voice cracking with raw vulnerability. My hips moved differently now, desperate and needy, chasing her heat. Every slap, every dig of her nails made me hornier, my cock swelling bigger inside her dripping pussy.
She smiled darkly, leaning down to bite my lip until it bled. "No one else is worthy of this pussy," she purred, voice filthy. "Aiden is nothing. He’ll always be nothing. He doesn’t get to taste me. Only you do... when I allow it."
Her words lit a fire in me. She kissed me hard, biting, sucking, riding me faster, her juices running down my thighs. The sounds were dirty and sloppy—wet squelching, skin slapping, her moans mixing with my growls.
I couldn’t take it anymore. With a snarl I flipped her over onto all fours, grabbed her hips bruisingly, and slammed back into her from behind. I fucked the shit out of her—deep, punishing strokes that made her scream into the mattress. Her pussy clenched around me, soaking wet and pulsing.
We were both moaning loud now, raw and animalistic. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit roughly while pounding into her, the wet sounds echoing.
"Cum for me," I demanded, voice broken.
She shattered first, walls milking my cock in strong spasms, her scream muffled by the sheets. The pressure was too much. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her clenching heat, groaning her name like I was dying.
We collapsed together, sweaty and trembling. She turned in my arms, pressing soft kisses to my chest, her voice gentle now.
"I love you, Lucian."