Chapter 60 Broken Dam
With shaky fingers, Elian undressed himself in the center of the Duke’s chamber, his eyes watching Lucien the whole time.
His heart was hammering rapidly, but he didn’t care; his lust was becoming greater than his nervousness.
He wanted that hot, devilish man in front of him.
Lucien saw the way Elian was drinking him in, but he made no reaction to it. "The desk, Elian," he said coldly.
Elian blinked, glancing behind him to look at the bed. But he said nothing and headed to the desk by the corner.
He leaned his waist on the side of the desk, watching Lucien walk toward his washroom. For a second, Lucien disappeared in there, and Elian grew anxious once again.
He stared down at his body, wondering why Lucien seemed to pay no attention to it. It almost felt like Lucien was rather trying to punish him than pleasure him.
He felt like a shameless whore, his eyes watching the way his cock still hardened for a man he knew did not value him. But that was the plan, right? Make his body available to Lucien but lock his emotions away.
Lucien soon walked out, shirtless and holding a transparent bottle of oil in his hand. He walked straight to Elian, twisting the cover of the bottle and opening it.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Elian bit his lips, leaning off the desk to lean closer to Lucien’s face. "Just like that?" He wrapped his arms around Lucien’s neck, his breath turning shallow. "You’ve not said a word to me since last night, you ignored me all day, and now you want to fuck me like I’m some slut?" he whispered.
Lucien gave him a small, chilling smile before he suddenly grabbed Elian’s chin between his fingers. "If you weren’t, you wouldn’t go kissing every man who looked your way. Turn around, Young Morel." He pushed Elian’s face away, his face hardening.
Elian felt shamed, his heart slowing as pain crept in. "You saw it... Cassian—"
"Turn around!" Lucien suddenly barked, his eyes darkening with anger and unresolved jealousy.
Hearing Cassian’s name even inside his chamber broke his last resolve.
Elian gasped, his heart skipping a beat as he looked into Lucien’s angry eyes. He gulped, nodding slowly in realization: this was no pleasure act; it was a humiliating claiming.
Nodding once, Elian turned his back to Lucien, placing his hands over the smooth desktop.
"Ah," he drew in a soft breath as he suddenly felt the warm oil dripping onto the center of his back, running slowly down his ass.
Lucien stared hungrily at Elian’s smooth skin, his shaft straining inside his pants. He kept pouring the oil over Elian’s back, captivated by the way it made Elian’s skin look like warm milk in a transparent glass, ready for him to drink.
When he was satisfied with how the oil pooled between Elian’s legs, he dropped the bottle on the floor and moved in behind Elian.
"Spread those legs, Elian," he whispered huskily, his hands resting flat behind Elian’s shoulders, and he shut his eyes to reign in his control as he felt how smooth and warm Elian felt.
Elian parted his lips the moment Lucien touched him, and with no questions asked, he spread his legs for Lucien. He could already feel the oil running through his ass and dripping down his cock, making it extra sensitive than it already was.
"Ohh—" Elian sighed, closing his eyes as Lucien’s fingers massaged their way down his body.
Lucien was spreading the oil all over Elian’s back, his sides, taking his time when he reached Elian’s small waist until, finally, he moved below his waist.
A low groan rumbled in Lucien’s chest as he kneaded Elian’s soft mounds in his palm, his breathing becoming ragged and unsteady. He leaned his face over Elian’s shoulder, his hand slowly making its way toward Elian’s center.
"Wider," Lucien whispered against Elian’s ear.
Elian was already dripping messily onto the floor, his eyes coated with unadulterated lust. Slowly, he moved his legs further apart. "Are they wide enough for you, Your Grace?" He turned his face to the side and whispered against Lucien’s lips.
Lucien smirked. "Perfect." His thumb pressed right against Elian’s hole.
Elian hissed sharply, hips jerking. "Your Grace—ahh—it feels good—" he moaned breathlessly as Lucien’s thumb slowly circled his soft, pink hole.
Lucien gulped, messily unbuckling his belt and never taking his eyes away from Elian’s opening. He watched the way it spasmed, trying to suck his thumb in, and he couldn’t help imagining how his cock would feel inside that virgin hole.
He let his pants fall to his ankles, freeing his straining cock from the constraint. As he circled Elian’s hole, he stroked himself slowly, groaning very quietly at the beautiful sight before him.
He switched fingers, sliding his middle finger up and down between Elian’s ass cheeks.
"Your Grace—please, please—" Elian panted, moving his hip backward for the penetration he was craving.
"Aghh!" Elian stilled, breath turning sharp as he shut his eyes.
Lucien had slid his finger in without warning, invading him like a thief at night.
"Is this what you want, Elian?" Lucien whispered, pushing in further until his entire middle finger disappeared inside Elian.
Elian nodded fast, moaning, "Yes, yes, Your Grace, ohhh—" He trembled as Lucien slowly started to move his fingers inside him, causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure.
The sound of Lucien stroking himself and the wet, obscene sounds of his finger moving in and out of Elian’s hole filled the room. Lucien was losing control; the way Elian’s warm, tight walls were clenching around his finger had him almost on his knees. He stroked himself faster, listening to Elian moan and whimper in front of him.
"Lucien—please—" Elian whispered shakily, turning his head to watch Lucien stroke his monster between his legs.
The sight only caused his walls to suck tighter around Lucien’s finger, and before he knew it, he was pushing back against Lucien’s finger, needing more, something bigger.
"You want this?" Lucien asked lowly, taking his hand away from his cock.
Elian nodded. "Yes. Yes, Your Grace, I crave you inside me—"
"Damn it," Lucien cursed under his breath, pulling his finger out of Elian.
He moved in, lining his blunt head right on Elian’s greedy opening and pushing in just a bit.
Elian shuddered, the hot pressure of Lucien’s mushroom head sending electric tingles down his spine. "Your Grace—"
"Tell me who you want, Elian." His voice was strained, tight.
It was torture to hold himself in front of that tempting sweetness without shoving it all in.
"You, Your Grace—always you—fuck!" Elian gasped, body stilling as Lucien suddenly pushed the smooth head of his shaft inside him.
"Shit—" Lucien grunted, clenching his jaw as he waited for Elian to adjust to him.
He wanted to give Elian time, but Elian seemed to be just fine.
"Ugh!" Lucien groaned loudly as Elian pushed his hips backward, taking him all in until Elian’s soft ass pressed against his hips.
His hand grabbed Elian’s waist, fingers digging into the soft hips. "You’re fucking tight," he growled, pulling Elian impossibly close, his cock twitching uncontrollably inside Elian, begging to fuck the life out of the younger man.
"Fuck me now, Your Grace," Elian cried softly.
That was all it took to shred Lucien’s last sanity.
With a sharp hiss, Lucien pulled all the way out until only his tip was left, then he slammed in.
They both groaned, breaths ragged and hot.
Lucien fucked Elian with everything he had. He released all his anger, frustration, longing, and hunger into his hips, thrusting deep and hard into Elian’s sweetness.
"Fuck—Elian—" Lucien shuddered, pounding hard against Elian’s ass.
"Yes, Your Grace, faster—faster! It’s so fucking sweet—" Elian cried, his fingers scratching over the smooth desk surface as the desk rattled against the floor and wall.
The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the dim chamber as the Duke obliged to his captive’s forbidden request, fucking him harder, deeper, faster.
"Ah," Elian gasped as Lucien suddenly pulled him up from the desk, seizing his arms behind and holding his wrists in place, causing his back to arch beautifully.
"You okay?" Lucien whispered into Elian’s ear, slowing his hips to a slow, agonizing thrust.
Elian was a moaning mess; all he wanted was to be used. "Don’t stop, Your Grace. Harder, fuck me harder, now," he begged, thrusting his ass backward to chase that sweet friction.
Lucien’s breath fractured.
The last fragile thread of his control snapped the moment Elian pushed back against him, begging so shamelessly.
"Harder?" Lucien’s voice came out wrecked, almost feral. "You want me to lose control, Elian? You fucking asked for it."
He slammed back in with a brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. Elian cried out, the sound raw and broken, but Lucien didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
His hips snapped forward again and again, deep, punishing strokes that drove Elian’s hips hard into the edge of the desk. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed obscenely through the chamber, wet and filthy.
"Fuck—Lucien—!" Elian moaned, voice cracking.
Lucien growled, low and animalistic, finally letting the mask shatter completely. One hand left Elian’s wrists to grip his hip hard enough to bruise; the other fisted in those soft brown curls, yanking his head back sharply so he could growl against his ear.
"You think you can flirt with Cassian in front of me?" Thrust. "Smile at him?" Thrust. "Let him hold your fucking hand?"
Each word was punctuated by a merciless snap of his hips, driving his thick cock so deep Elian could feel him in his stomach. Lucien was no longer the composed Duke—he was pure, raw need, fucking Elian like he wanted to ruin him for anyone else.
Elian’s moans turned into desperate sobs of pleasure, his body jolting forward with every powerful thrust. The desk scraped loudly against the floor from the force.
Lucien’s rhythm grew erratic, wild. Sweat slicked down his chest, his breath hot and ragged against Elian’s neck as he bit down on the junction of his shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
"Mine," he snarled against sweat-damp skin, voice completely gone. "This tight little hole is mine. This body. These sounds. Every fucking tear you cry—mine."
He released Elian’s hair only to wrap a strong arm around his chest, pulling him upright until Elian’s back was flush against his chest. The new angle made Lucien’s cock drag against that sweet spot inside Elian with every thrust.
Elian’s head fell back onto Lucien’s shoulder, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure bordered on pain. Lucien’s hand slid down, wrapping around Elian’s neglected, leaking cock, stroking him in time with his savage thrusts.
"I should keep you locked in here," Lucien panted, voice hoarse and broken, completely lost in the heat of Elian’s body. "Fuck you every day until the only name you remember is mine. Until you forget what Cassian’s touch even feels like."
Elian clenched hard around him at the words, a wrecked whimper spilling from his lips.
Lucien groaned loudly, the sound guttural and desperate. His thrusts lost all rhythm—short, brutal, frantic—chasing his release like a man possessed.
"Say it," he demanded, teeth scraping down Elian’s neck. "Tell me who you belong to while I’m buried inside you."
"You—Lucien—fuck, I’m yours!" Elian sobbed, body shaking violently as his own orgasm crashed over him without warning, spilling over Lucien’s fist and onto the desk.
The moment Elian tightened around him like a vice, Lucien lost the last shred of sanity he had left.
With a broken, animalistic groan, he slammed in deep one final time and came hard, flooding Elian’s insides with pulse after thick pulse of hot release. His hips kept stuttering, grinding deep as if trying to push his cum even further inside, marking him from the inside out.
For several long seconds, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the wet drip of cum leaking down Elian’s thighs.
Lucien’s arms stayed wrapped tightly around Elian’s trembling body, face buried in the curve of his neck. His grip was still possessive... but now it trembled with something dangerously close to tenderness.
He pressed a slow, almost reverent kiss to the fresh bite mark on Elian’s shoulder.
"...Mine," he whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible.
Even after losing every ounce of control, the Duke still refused to let go.