Chapter 2

Bella followed Lucian through the vast marble foyer into the main living area. The mansion was breathtaking — modern luxury at its finest. Soaring ceilings, floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealing a sparkling city skyline, dark leather sofas, and expensive artwork that probably cost more than most people’s houses. Everything screamed wealth, control, and power.

“Sit down,” Lucian ordered, his deep voice echoing slightly in the large space. He didn’t ask. He commanded.

Bella lowered herself onto the edge of the oversized sofa, tugging nervously at the hem of her short white sundress. She was still bare underneath from her earlier masturbation session, and the cool air kissing her sensitive skin made her hyper-aware of every movement.

Lucian poured himself a generous glass of amber whiskey from a crystal decanter, then turned to face her. At 6’4” with his broad shoulders and powerful build, he looked every bit the ruthless billionaire. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of toned chest. Those piercing grey eyes locked onto her like a predator.

He took a slow sip, studying her. “We need to get a few things straight, Bella.”

She lifted her chin, trying to appear braver than she felt. “I’m listening.”

“Rule one,” he began, voice low and authoritative. “You do not leave this estate without my explicit permission or an escort. My men will accompany you anywhere you need to go.”

Bella’s eyes widened. “I’m nineteen, not a prisoner.”

“Rule two,” he continued, ignoring her protest. “No contact with anyone from your old life unless I approve it first. That includes friends, classmates, and especially any boys. This isn’t a game. Your father’s enemies are dangerous.”

He took another step closer, towering over her. “Rule three… you obey me. Completely. In this house, my word is law.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. Bella’s heart hammered wildly. This man — the same one she had fingered herself to earlier that evening — was now dictating her entire life. Part of her wanted to rebel. Another part, the dark and secret part, felt a shameful throb between her legs at his dominant tone.

“What if I refuse?” she challenged, standing up to face him. Even standing, she barely reached his chest.

Lucian’s lips curved into a dark, dangerous smile. He set his glass down and closed the distance until they were only inches apart. “Then you can walk out that door right now. But we both know what’s waiting for you out there. Men who won’t hesitate to use you against your father. Men who won’t be nearly as… patient as I am.”

His gaze dropped slowly down her body, taking in the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her dress, the curve of her waist, and her bare thighs. When his eyes returned to hers, they were burning.

“You’ve grown up into a dangerous temptation, Bella,” he murmured, voice rough. “Walking around in these tiny dresses, teasing me for years with that innocent little body. Did you think I didn’t notice?”

Bella’s breath caught. Heat flooded her face — and lower. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lucian’s large hand suddenly cupped the back of her neck, pulling her forward into a fierce kiss.

It was nothing like the sweet kisses she’d imagined in her fantasies. This was raw hunger. His mouth claimed hers possessively, tongue thrusting past her lips as he devoured her. Bella moaned helplessly, her hands fisting his shirt. He tasted like whiskey and pure sin.

One of his hands slid down her back and gripped her ass hard, yanking her against him. She gasped as she felt the massive, rock-hard bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach.

Lucian broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and trailed his lips down her neck. “No panties, little girl?” he growled, discovering her secret as his hand slipped under her dress. His thick fingers found her soaking wet pussy instantly. “Fucking dripping for me already. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

Bella whimpered as he pushed one long finger inside her, then two, stretching her virgin tightness. Her knees buckled, but he held her up effortlessly, pumping slowly while his thumb circled her swollen clit with expert precision.

“Oh god… Lucian…” she moaned, head falling back.

“That’s right. Say my name while I finger this tight little cunt,” he commanded, biting down on her neck hard enough to leave a mark. His fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made her see stars. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her filled the room.

She was so close — right on the edge of the most intense orgasm of her life.

Then he stopped.

Lucian pulled his fingers out completely, leaving her aching and empty. Bella whimpered in protest, staring up at him with desperate, glassy eyes.

He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on hers the entire time. “Rule number four,” he said, voice thick with restrained lust. “You don’t get to come unless I allow it. Understand?”

Bella was trembling with need, thighs slick with her own arousal. “This is cruel…”

Lucian smirked, adjusting the obvious, massive erection straining against his pants. “Welcome to your new life, Bella. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

He turned and walked away, leaving her standing there — horny, confused, and more turned on than she had ever been in her life.