Bella hesitated. She was a pro at sucking d***s but not in the living room.
"Let's go up to your room," she suggested.
Lucian stepped closer, reaching for her. His hand closed around her throat, firm and rough, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
"This is my house," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Every corner belongs to me. If I want to f**k your p***y right here, I will. I said kneel…and don't you dare object."
A shiver ran through her at his dominance.
Bella's eyes darted around, checking for Miss Margaret. Then, slowly, she sank to her knees.
Lucian unbuckled his belt. His c**k sprang free. It was thick, long, heavily veined, as tanned as the rest of him. It looked like it belonged to a stallion.
Bella's mouth watered. She'd serviced plenty of c***s in her time, but ne
