Chapter 3

Bella padded down the stairs barefoot, the cool marble silent under her feet.

She wore nothing but a tiny pale-pink silk robe that barely reached the tops of her thighs. The front hung completely open. No bra. No panties. Her full breasts swayed freely with every step, nipples already tight and pink from the cool air. The soft curves of her ass peeked out beneath the short hem, and the smooth, bare lips of her pussy were fully exposed every time the robe shifted.

She had chosen this on purpose.

The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and him.

Lucien stood at the wide marble island with his back to her, sleeves rolled up, pouring black coffee into a heavy mug. The white shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and the thick muscles of his arms. Even from behind he looked dangerous — tall, controlled, powerful.

Bella stepped into the doorway and let the robe slip a little farther open.

“Morning, Lucien.”

He went completely still.

Slowly he turned.

His grey eyes landed on her face first, then dropped — and stayed there. They dragged down the open robe, over the soft weight of her bare tits, the stiff pink nipples, the flat stomach, and lower, straight to the completely naked cunt between her thighs. She watched his gaze lock onto the smooth, puffy lips that were already shiny with fresh wetness.

A muscle jumped hard in his jaw.

His cock responded instantly.

The thick outline of it swelled against the front of his black trousers so fast it looked painful. It rose hard and heavy, lengthening until the entire shaft was clearly visible, straining against the expensive fabric. The fat head pushed upward, so pronounced she could see the exact shape of it. It kept thickening, growing thicker and longer until the bulge ran down the inside of his thigh in one long, obscene ridge.

Bella’s mouth watered.

She stared at it without any shame, her own pussy clenching hard at the sight.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice low and filthy. “Look at that. You’re already so fucking hard for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Lucien’s hand tightened around the coffee mug until his knuckles turned white. He set it down carefully on the counter like he was afraid of shattering it.

“Go put clothes on.”

His voice was rough. Controlled. But his eyes never left her body.

Bella walked farther into the kitchen instead. The robe fluttered open with every step. She stopped on the opposite side of the island, close enough that he could see every detail — the way her nipples tightened under his stare, the wet shine between her legs, the way her thighs pressed together for a second before she forced them apart again.

“I don’t want clothes,” she said softly. “I want you to look at me. I want you to see how wet I already am just from thinking about last night. About how you pulled my fingers out of my cunt and stared at them like you wanted to taste them.”

Lucien’s breathing had gone shallow. The massive bulge in his trousers twitched visibly.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the cool marble. The movement pushed her tits together and made the robe fall completely open. Her bare pussy was only a few feet from him now. She knew he could smell her.

“You’re staring at my pussy,” she murmured. “You can see how swollen it is. How shiny. I’ve been dripping since the second I woke up. Every time I think about your cock — and fuck, Lucien, it’s so big right now I can see the whole shape of it through your pants — my cunt clenches like it’s trying to pull you inside.”

“Bella.”

The warning in his voice was dark, almost dangerous. But he didn’t look away. His eyes were fixed between her legs like he was starving.

She smiled, slow and wicked, and let one hand slide down her own stomach. Her fingers drifted over the soft mound of her pussy and parted the slick lips, showing him everything. Two fingers slipped through the wet folds and came away shiny.

“See?” she whispered. “Soaked. Just for you. The man my father hates. The man who’s supposed to keep me safe. The man who looked at me last night like he wanted to pin me down and fuck me until I couldn’t walk.”

Lucien’s control snapped for half a second.

He moved around the island so fast she barely had time to straighten. One second he was on the other side, the next he was right in front of her, towering over her, the thick, hard length of his cock almost brushing her bare stomach through his trousers. The heat of him rolled over her skin. She could feel how rigid he was, how heavy.

His grey eyes were almost black.

“You are playing a very dangerous game,” he said, voice low and rough. “I told you the rules. I told you not to touch yourself in front of me. And now you walk down here dressed like this — bare, wet, talking about my cock like a filthy little slut who doesn’t know better.”

Bella’s heart slammed against her ribs. She tilted her head back to hold his gaze and deliberately rolled her hips forward so the head of his covered cock brushed against the soft, wet lips of her pussy.

They both froze.

The contact was barely there, just the thick, hard shape of him pressing against her for one second, but it sent a shock of pure heat straight through her. She felt him throb against her. A low, broken sound escaped his throat before he could stop it.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she whispered, voice shaking with how much she wanted him. “I want you to break every rule you made. I want you to grab me and bend me over this counter and shove that huge fucking cock inside me until I scream. I want you to ruin me, Lucien. Right here. Right now. While I’m still dripping from thinking about you all night.”

His chest rose and fell hard. The bulge in his trousers was so rigid now it looked painful. She could see the wet spot forming where the head pressed against the fabric.

For one endless second she thought he was going to do it.

Then his hand shot out.

Lucien grabbed her