“Then don’t.” He pulls his mouth back just a whisper to say those words before diving back in, and a few moments later, I’m a crying, howling mess.

“Please, Lukas. No more. No more,” I chant, no longer caring about the guests or my staff, who are probably in earshot.

Lukas finally has mercy on me and lets me catch my breath.

“I can’t wait any longer.” He walks to his nightstand, where there’s still the whole honeymoon sex package, and grabs a string of condoms.

He takes off his jeans and boxers, and my jaw falls to the ground.

“You’re inflating my ego too much, looking at my dick like that.”

“L-like what?” I stammer.

“Like you want me to fuck your brains out and make you forget all those assholes who came before me.”

Holy crap!

He gathers me in his arms, and when I think he’s finally going to the bed, he places me on the chaise lounge. For a brief second, he stares at me, tilting his head to the side.

I’m sitting on the soft leather, immobilized by this version of Lukas. My chest pounds in anticipation of what’s to come, but he doesn’t keep me waiting for long. He unhooks my bra, and instead of dropping it on the floor, he brings it down my body.

“Lie back.” His voice is so low that I almost miss his two words.

“W-what?”

“You heard me.”

I look at him in shock, but he’s effing serious. I carefully lean back, and he follows me. His move is like a prowl. When I think he can’t surprise me anymore, Lukas ties my wrists together with the straps of my bra above my head.

I can’t help a tiny whimper of surprise and nervousness.

“Shh,” he coos and then steps back.

I squeak when he shifts the heavy leather chaise.

God, is this real?

But then Lukas stands behind me and gives me a gentle push to lean forward, making me face the mirror. I almost don’t recognize my reflection…

My hands are tied above my head. My breasts are jutting out of my body, nipples pointed and my naked sex leaving a wet patch on the hot-pink leather.

“You are a vision, Autumn,” Lukas whispers in my ear. Our gazes meet in the mirror, and he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth.

“Oh, God.” My eyes fall closed.

“Open your eyes, Autumn.” His voice is stern and unforgiving, but it’s so damn hard to comply.

“Thank you. I’m fine like this,” I reply.

He chuckles. “You’re cute. But it wasn’t a request.”