Chapter 5

LUCAN’S POV:

I watched as she circled me slowly, like she was taunting me. She had nothing on except a pair of panties that hid absolutely nothing. I said nothing in return as I watched in amusement, curious to see what she would do.

She pushed me gently to sit on the bed, and I let her. Not because I couldn’t control it, but because I wanted to watch. She moved across the room to the far wall, forcing distance between us. My eyes followed her movements the entire time, refusing to break eye contact. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with lips the color of roses, brunette hair that fell across her shoulders in deep waves, her hair reminded me of silk, skin the color of pearls, perfect breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands, hips that were just the ideal size, slender legs, and a slender throat that called to me. I knew my hand would be the perfect fit to choke her.

Her emerald eyes never once broke contact as she sat on the chair opposite me, far enough to stay out of reach, but close enough to taunt me. Slowly, she stripped off her thong; the material was barely covering her clit to begin with, and when it fell away, she opened her legs for me, wetness glistening in the dim light, so slick I could barely identify her folds.

That’s when I noticed the dildo beside her. She grabbed it casually, like she had been waiting for me to see. She lifted the toy to her mouth, taking it past her lips, down her throat until her eyes fluttered for a split second. When she pulled it out, saliva dripped from her mouth, sliding down her chin, landing on her perfect breast, and hardening her nipples further. She didn’t wipe it away. Didn’t acknowledge it. Just kept her gaze locked on mine.

She traced the dildo down her jaw… her throat… between the perfect swell of her breasts… her lower abdomen, until it hovered at her entrance. Her legs opened wider, the wetness separating more. Still staring at me, she pushed the toy in slowly, her core swallowing the tip, then the length, until it reached the hilt. I watched her calmly.

She pulled it out at the same infuriating, slow pace… then pushed it back in. Her core swallowed the object again and again, her breath shallow, but her eyes were still lifted to mine.

When I didn’t move, her brows rose slightly as if to say: Are you going to do something… or just watch? The little fox was tempting me, but I loved control more than anything else, so I wasn’t going to give in. When she noticed I wasn’t moving an inch, she pouted at me. I could feel myself getting harder, but I didn’t move. I don’t play games; I didn’t orchestrate.

She huffed and then rolled her eyes in that bratty way as if to say: I can do bad all by myself. Her sassiness tugged at something in me, and I stood up, moving towards her. In one smooth movement, I had swapped positions with her. I was in the chair, and I placed her firmly on my lap exactly where I wanted her, making sure the toy didn’t fall out of her.

“Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me. I don’t tolerate disrespect.” I whispered in her ears as I stroked her inner thighs until I reached the hilt of the dildo still inside her. Her essence was all over me, dripping all over my pants. Still holding her in place, I took some essence, placing it to my nose and sniffing it like it was a drug. She watched me, her eyes hooded with lust. “Lucan, please……take care of me.” She whispered gently in my ears. I felt her breath against my neck, warm and inviting. She pressed her chest lightly to mine, her perfect breasts nudging me, her voice breaking in a way that made every nerve in my body go tight.

I was about to answer her, “I like— “.

A knock interrupted me. At first, the knock was faint. I looked around for the first time, taking in my surroundings properly. The room we were in had no doors, so where could this knock be coming from?

I clenched my jaw as the knock became sharper, knuckles hard against a door that didn’t exist in this room. The room itself began to stutter, the face of the female on my lap distorting like it was fading away.

Knock. Knock. Knock. The knock became more persistent, not missing a beat. Her breath vanished. The weight of her legs on either side of me vanished. The room around us dissolved as I was brought back to reality. I jerked upright with a start.

I was in my bedroom, the walls cold and familiar. The knocking sound continued, forcefully, pulling me fully back into my body.

Knock. Knock. I took in a slow breath, dragging a hand over my face, forcing myself back into the room…. back into reality. It was a dream, a damn vivid one at that. It’s been a week since I met Kayla Williams. A whole week and somehow, she had made way into somewhere I had no control over: my subconscious.

She was attractive, yes. Tempting? Absolutely. But she was taken, and I don’t touch taken women. Not even the unhappy ones, my subconscious hissed at me, smug and disobedient. It wasn’t my place to interfere. It wasn’t my business.

I exhaled sharply, irritation flickering in my chest. So why the hell was she in my dream… offering herself to me like some kind of sacrifice? My mind didn’t miss a single detail. It described her perfectly, down to her defiant character, even the fire simmering behind her eyes. A woman who begged only when it benefited her… but never because she didn’t have a choice.

I remembered the older couple who had been harassing her at the gala. I didn’t know why I stepped in; was it instinct, or irritation? But it was clear, she could handle it on her own. Then her husband, Archie Williams, the man-baby who couldn’t control his anger even in public. I remembered watching them from across the room as he devoured her mouth. To an outsider, it was normal, but I noticed the way her fingers twitched behind her, and when the elderly man had interrupted, I saw the relief that flickered on her face as she made a beeline towards the bar. Even when she made an entrance into the gala, I had taken notice of her. My eyes always seemed to gravitate towards her naturally.

Knock. Knock. The knock interrupted my thoughts again. I stood, irritation simmering low in my chest. Whoever was on the other side of that door was about to regret waking me from that vivid dream.

I walked to the door yanking it open with force. My assistant, Tess Harper stood on the other side looking so bubbly and energetic. When she saw me, there was a pleasant expression on her face. “You are awake,” she said beaming from ear to ear. I left her at the door walking towards my desk.

“You made sure of it,” I replied coldly. Tess didn't look the least bothered by the tone of my voice. She has worked for me for 10 years, hence her immunity to my coldness. “What do you want?” I replied to her calmly taking a sip from the water on the table. “ I looked into Archie Williams just like you asked, and let’s just say his partnership proposal is coming from a place of desperation and not strategy.” Tess said. I couldn't help the wicked smile that tugged on my lips. It seems I will be seeing little Kayla Williams sooner than I imagined. I turned to Tess. “Look into Kayla Williams and her own company, draft a partnership with the three companies, something too good to pass on.” Tess nodded her head, already typing away on her tablet. “ I don't care if It's not beneficial to the company. I want a partnership Archie wouldn't refuse.” Tess looked surprised but refrained from saying her thoughts. “Now. Get out.” I said firmly. She scoffed but still found her way to the door.