Claimed for 100 days by Mr Billionaire.

Kayla’s POV:

If someone had told me two weeks ago that I would end up trembling in the hands of the ruthless, world-renowned entrepreneur Lucan Vesley, I would have laughed. I would have brushed it off because I knew the lengths my father would have gone to keep me away from men like Lucan Vesley. My fatherused the term Viper to describe men like him, men who only took from you until you had nothing to give. But here I was now, trapped between him and the wall, heart hammering, every nerve on fire.

“Tell me.” He whispered against my lips, “What do you want from me tonight?” My breath hitched in my throat; He was so close, I could inhale his breath. It reeked of sin, but I leaned in closer because I couldn’t help myself. Why was he gentle? His words still lingered on my lips as he kissed me. It was soft at first, like he was tasting a forbidden fruit, then hard enough to make my fingers dig into his shoulders. Lucan kissed like a starved man who had finally found water.

I didn’t even realize I had made a small sound from the back of my throat until he pulled away, just enough to make eye contact with me. “Don’t hold back… not from me.” He said, his rough hands snaking in between my thighs, stroking me through my underwear. Another whimper left me, more audible than the last.

His jaw tightened. “Again,” he murmured against my skin, his fingers slipping into my panties, hovering directly over my clit but refusing to touch it. I was painfully aware of how close he was; every inch of me was on fire. “I-” the word broke in my throat. Why did he need my verbal consent to go through with this? It was so obvious I wanted it. I could feel his fingers retracting slowly from my underwear, and the panic began rising in my chest… before I could process my actions, I held his hand in place.

“Wait.” I didn’t look at him. I could feel a rush of emotions moving inside me, embarrassment, anger, fear, and one more I was ashamed to name…… His other hand cupped the back of my neck, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. Those eyes, there was no affection in them; all I could see was lust wrapped in steel-grey eyes. He didn’t look a bit affected by what he was doing to me.

“Kayla,” he said my name in that velvet tone of his. “When you want something from me, you don’t stutter. You ask.” My pulse stuttered. He was going to make me beg for it. Lucan brushed his lips over my collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin, just enough to steal my breath. “Tell me what you want… or we can remain like this, until you decide.”

“Lucan……. Please.” His smile was slow, and he looked satisfied. “We are almost there, Angel.” His thumb traced the outline of my clit, his fingers soaking up my juices. He applied the slightest pressure, which sent a jolt through me. “But Please,What? Say it,” he whispered. “Don’t make me guess.” His fingers pressed a fraction deeper, just enough to make my legs tremble, just enough to remind me of the pleasure he could give me.

“Please…” My voice cracked. “Lucan, touch me.” As those words left me, the effect on him was instant; it was like those words were all he needed to shed off his last restraint. His mouthcaptured my lips with a force I had never experienced before, and he took my bottom lip between his teeth. Without warning,he plunged his fingers inside me, two digits at a time.

“Good,” he murmured against my skin. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Lucan swiftly removed my panties and tossed them to the side as he kept pumping his fingers inside of me nonstop. He added another digit, expanding my pussy, I could feel my climax building, just when I thought I couldn’t take it. He used his fourth finger to massage my labia. I couldn’t hold back the moan that left me. “Lucan, I am close.” But he didn’t stop, with his fingers still inside me, he lifted me with ease,moving us across the room to the bed. He removed his fingers from inside me, maintaining eye contact with me, and he licked my juices off his finger. “You tasted just as I had imagined, forbidden with a unique sweetness.” I didn’t reply, still dripping with need. “Now open.” He spoke. I opened my mouth, and he dipped my fingers once again into my pussy, placing my juice on my tongue to taste. I swallowed obediently.  

“Good girl.” He whispered as his hands made a slow, gentle work of my body. He kneaded my breasts through the fabric, his other hand cupping my bare arse. He leaned in closer. Did he just sniff me down there? Then something snapped within him, with a feral growl, he tore the straps of my gown, dragging the dress down my breasts, baring my bare breasts to his gaze, he began sucking on my already hard nipples, if he wasn’t pinning me to the bed, I would have jumped out of it already scorched by the pleasure shooting through my veins.

Another moan tore out of me as he bit down hard on my dark red nipples, then he swiftly began to pet it, blowing air on the abused flesh, sucking at it once more “That way, anytime you see the teeth-mark bruises on your areola, you would think of the one who gave them to you and not the sorry excuse of a man you are married to.” His words were like a hot slap against my skin, dragging me back into my reality I had been desperately trying to ignore. I quietly pushed him away and stood, my fingers trembling as I tried to straighten my already battered dress. “I’m sorry… I don’t think I can do this,” I whispered. I gathered the rest of my belongings with the little dignity I had left. And what stung the most wasn’t the shame or the bruises; it was that he didn’t even try to call me back.

As I left the penthouse with my coat pulled tightly around me, I kept my head down, willing my steps to stay steady. The elevator felt painfully silent, every second deepening the ache in my chest. By the time the doors opened to the lobby, my throat was already tight. Outside, the night air wrapped around me; it was cold just like the man I left in there. It broke the last thread holding me together. A tear slipped free, then another, until I could no longer pretend I wasn’t falling apart. I had agreed to meet Lucan tonight for one reason: To make sure my husband Archie Williams, got the partnership his company needed to thrive. Archie always saw me as a means to an end, and for once I could prove myself useful.

My phone rang then, dragging me back from the edge of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, and it was my personal accountant, Marie. I picked up. “Good day, ma’am,” she began, her tone careful. “I just called to inform you that a very large withdrawal was made from your account.” There was a faint note of pity in her voice. I didn’t blame her because we both knew. She didn’t need to explain, and I didn’t need to ask. I already knew where the money had gone, rather who had drained it. Archie Williams. My husband.

“Alright, Marie. Thank you for informing me.” I ended the call with a heaviness that I had become all too familiar with. Archie had taken from me again: money, peace, joy, and pieces of myself I couldn’t get back. I stood there in the cold night, the cold biting into my skin, and for a moment I wished I could disappear into anything, anyone, that wasn’t this empty marriage. Maybe that was why my mind slipped back to Lucan. He made me feel something other than numbness, even if it was Lust, but everything about him screamed trouble..