“Good choice, Ve,” Lucas said, staring at the map on the dining table. He saw the signature on the agreement letter.
“I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t desperate, Luc,” Velia said, avoiding eye contact. “Never.”
“I consider it fate.”
Confidently, Lucas stood up from his chair and walked slowly, circling around Velia. Velia immediately became cautious as Lucas stopped right behind her.
“You know?” Lucas asked, not waiting for Velia’s answer. “People say that you can’t escape your destiny. No matter how hard you try.”
Lucas’s breath brushed against Velia’s neck. His hand lifted and touched her skin there.
“Just like what’s happening to you now. You can consider me as your destiny.”
Velia closed her eyes. Lucas’s hand moved and landed on her waist.
Lucas kissed Velia’s neck, breathing and licking there.
“From now on,” Lucas said, turning Velia’s body. “You are mine.”
Velia opened her eyes, directly facing Lucas. “You mean your mistress? Or your pet?”
“Call it whatever you want. We both benefit from this.”
Lucas’s hand moved again. He pulled Velia’s waist, closing the distance between them.
“I have the money you need,” Lucas whispered, cupping Velia’s cheek. He caressed and stroked it. “You have the body I desire.”
Lucas’s face lowered. He headed towards Velia’s lips, and the woman flinched.
Velia did not resist or pull away. She only blinked once when Lucas kissed her lips.
“No one is harmed here. You know that.”
Like an incantation, Velia engraved Lucas’s words in her mind. So, she could suppress the anger that was welling up and not resist when Lucas’s kiss greeted her again.
Lucas pressed on in the deep kiss, demanding. He nibbled to create an opening. Penetrating with a single goal. Exploring the wet warmth that lay within.
Velia became flustered. Her hands rose, pressing against Lucas’s chest, trying to push him away. However, one suck that trapped her tongue made Velia’s fingers squeeze Lucas’s shirt instead.
Lucas savored. He sucked Velia’s tongue and devoured it in an attempt to absorb all the flavors. Sweetness. And addiction. He absorbed everything until nothing remained.
Lucas’s hands roamed. Keeping Velia’s body in his embrace, he explored. Touching and feeling every tempting curve.
Velia’s grip grew stronger. Lucas’s kiss became more intimidating, and she found it hard to breathe.
“L-Luc.”
The kiss ended when Velia thought she would faint. She quickly took a breath, and her chest immediately thundered. Lucas’s lips on her cheek left a warm, trembling trace.
Lucas did not stop. Velia should have known that. When their kiss ended, there would be another caress he would give.
Moist traces formed. Starting from Velia’s face and descending downward. Tracing her neck and stopping at the collarbone.
Lucas played there. His tongue stretched out and licked to entice.
“Oh, Ve,” Lucas whispered. “I want you.”
Lucas’s words startled Velia’s heart. Her heartbeat became irregular. Chaotic and intensified.
“You want it too, don’t you?”
The question whispered huskily in Velia’s ear. She tried to shake her head, but Lucas made her flinch.
Without a word or warning, Lucas’s hand slipped between the folds of Velia’s robe. It entered and successfully made Velia widen her eyes when Lucas’s fingers stroked the strands of her intimate area below.
Lucas’s index finger slipped in. Incredibly agile, creating a small opening so he could caress Velia’s femininity. He grinned.
“You can’t lie, Ve. You’re wet…”
Velia shivered. She hated herself. Yet, her body acted beyond her control. She could not even resist the moans and the grip on Lucas’s chest as his warm mouth grazed her earlobe.
“… and you’re ready for me.”
Lucas removed Velia’s bathrobe and swiftly lifted her slender body. His hands supported Velia’s buttocks as he guided her to wrap her legs around his waist.
Moving forward, Lucas quickly headed to the bedroom and threw their bodies onto the bed. He did not give Velia a chance to calm her surprise; instead, he continued their embrace.
Lucas’s groping on her breasts made Velia bite her lip. She tried to brace herself, enduring the pain and tingling sensations that overwhelmed her.
Heavy and rough, Lucas’s breath changed with each passing second of their intimacy. There was no tenderness, no compassion. He seduced with relentless touches.
Velia blinked in confusion, holding her breath, and gazing at the ceiling with a wary look in her eyes. The world seemed to spin, and she felt as if she were floating, lost in the overwhelming sensations that left her flustered.
Lucas was like a predator unleashed in the jungle. He hungered with eyes closed, moving and pouncing, gripping his prey until it fell silent.
The air disappeared. Muffled moans. Velia’s body rebelled, trapped in the tightness, but Lucas ignored it completely, continuing to tease.
Lucas descended. After nibbling on Velia’s earlobe, he moved to her breasts. He took one of her nipples in a surprising bite.
“Luc!”
Velia’s voice caught in her throat. Her hand rose and instinctively gripped Lucas’s hair.
A smirk appeared on Lucas’s face. Perhaps Velia did not mean it, but her response ignited something within him.
Igniting a spark that made Lucas squeeze even harder. His fingers played, stroking, and twisting the other nipple while his teeth joined the play.
It hurt, no question about it. Velia wanted to push Lucas away, but his strength was beyond her. Pushing Lucas aside was beyond her capabilities.
“L-Luc.”
Velia blinked. She tried to breathe, but her breath hitched as Lucas grew more insistent.
Bite.
Pinch.
Everything came in succession, assaulting Velia’s breasts and nipples. Creating both pain and pleasure.
Velia felt helpless. On one side, she felt pain. Unfortunately, on the other side, she was awakened by the onslaught of seduction.
Lucas knew it well. He could clearly see the evidence. The redness on Velia’s cheeks, her labored breath, and her growing restlessness.
“Ve.”
Lucas momentarily left Velia’s breasts. He moved up and created a small gap to caress Velia’s face with the back of his hand.
Lucas’s caress made Velia wary. Her eyes looked at Lucas with fear, yet there was no trembling.
Velia tried to suppress her horror. She returned Lucas’s gaze, and he smiled.
“I want to make love to you as long as possible.”
It was not calming at all. In fact, Lucas’s smile made Velia even more cautious.
Smiles and Lucas were never meant to be together. While smiles were often interpreted as a form of kindness, it was the opposite for Lucas. It was a terrifying signal that no one would ever want to witness.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have much time,” Lucas continued, brushing Velia’s hair aside. “So, you can consider this as a debt that I will repay as soon as possible.”
Having said that, Lucas tugged Velia’s hair, tilting her head back. Lucas’s face descended, his mouth open, like a wild beast targeting Velia’s pulse.
Lucas’s bite made Velia struggle. However, it was nothing compared to when Lucas cupped her buttocks and squeezed with all his might. He even slapped there.
Desire had boiled Lucas’s brain. His consciousness evaporated. The person who always impressed the public with calmness and control was now unable to be patient.
Lucas unzipped his pants. He could not even pause to take off his clothes. Hurried and unwilling to waste time, he directed his fully erect masculinity towards Velia’s femininity.
Velia’s body tensed. Lucas spread her legs, and without warning, thrust inside.
Lucas’s masculinity slid in. Penetrating. Thrusting. He pushed as deep as possible and relentlessly pounded her slender body. Velia was helpless as Lucas pushed without mercy.
Lucas growled. He held Velia’s body tightly, his mouth constantly ravishing. Sometimes he bit her lips or nibbled her earlobes. Not to mention sucking on her long neck.
Velia’s moans echoed, clouding Lucas’s mind. It urged him on, and he accelerated his assault. Thrusting repeatedly without giving Velia any other option but to surrender.
Velia’s helplessness fueled Lucas’s ego. A tangible bait for his self-confidence, stirring the boiling blood.
Lucas tensed. His face hardened. His body revolted in a passion that wanted to explode.
“Ve.”
That growl startled Velia’s heart. Her body froze. She remained motionless, unable to move even an inch.
No, it was not just that she did not dare. Lucas also made sure Velia could not move.
Lucas trapped Velia’s body. He contained, hugged, and embraced her.
Lucas held Velia captive. With his weight, he pressed and thrust.
Lucas gripped Velia. With each thrust, his masculinity plunged deep, penetrating, and disrupting Velia’s defenses.
Everything was chaotic. Shapeless. Shattered and dissolved when Velia’s femininity retaliated.
Like a black hole sucking everything in, swallowing everything. That was how Lucas’s strength consumed himself.
Lucas shattered. He exploded, pouring out everything he had. Everything he possessed, poured out.
Nothing remained. Everything disappeared, and Lucas collapsed. He landed on Velia’s body with ragged breaths.
Lucas needed time. His head felt dizzy. The world seemed to sway in his vision. The euphoria truly intoxicated him.
“It’s pointless to lie, Ve.”
Lucas’s deep voice was heard, accompanied by the faint movement of his nose amidst Velia’s hair. He sniffed, inhaling the scent of Velia’s hair. A perfect blend of floral fragrance and sweat.
“You clearly enjoyed it.”
Velia opened her eyes. Her empty gaze fixed on the ceiling. She remained silent, feeling disgusted to even respond to Lucas’s words.
Time passed. Silence prevailed, and nothing moved between them. It was as if they both needed a pause to reconcile the lingering turmoil.
The sound of a doorbell caught Lucas’s attention. He got up and hastily zipped his pants. Then he left the room without caring about the messy state they were in.
Velia let out a long sigh. She stood up, intending to get off the bed when Lucas returned.
“Put this on.”
Lucas handed her a dress. Velia accepted it without any resistance.
“Get ready. I’ll take you home.”
*