Chapter 5: Claimed

The drive was quiet. Bella stole brief glances at Lucian, wondering if she should ask his name…or even how old he was.

She cleared her throat.

“Um… how old are you?”

“Thirty,” he replied, irritation edging his voice at her interruption.

“What about your name?” she pushed further.

“You will call me sir,” he said coldly. “And keep quiet.”

Bella zipped her mouth instantly. She couldn’t afford to offend the man who now held her future in his hands.

She gazed down at the sleeping child in her arms, the little one's mouth still latched gently to her breast.

Lucian caught the scene through the rear-view mirror, his eyes flicking briefly to Bella's exposed breast, before returning to the road.

"Why are you doing that? Do you actually have milk for her?" he asked.

Bella shifted awkwardly under his gaze.

“It’s the only way to pacify her,” she said quietly. “I know it looks strange, but if you don’t want her crying, this works.”

He let out a quiet scoff and fell silent, though his eyes kept drifting back to her in the mirror. A sly smirk formed at the corner of his mouth.

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Lucian entered the house and went straight to his bedroom without saying a word to her.

Bella didn’t mind—she didn’t care. Her attention was already stolen by the house itself. She glanced around in awe. The polished floors gleamed, the space was vast, the lights were on, and the cool air brushing her skin told her the place was fully air-conditioned. It felt like heaven.

An elderly woman approached her.

Bella smiled warmly.

“Hello.”

“Give me the child,” the woman said gently. “I’ll help you take her to your room.”

Bella hesitated. “Doesn’t she have a name?”

The woman frowned slightly. “No. Lucian never named her.”

“Lucian?” Bella narrowed her eyes.

“Oh… so that’s his name.”

“Do not call him by his name,” the woman added firmly. “Only I do.”

Bella nodded quickly.

“Well,” Bella said after a pause, looking down at the baby, “I can name her since I’ll be taking care of her now.”

She thought for a moment, then smiled.

“My little Zara.”

The woman’s expression softened.

“That’s a beautiful name. You may call me Miss Margaret. And what is your name, dear?”

“Rosabella,” she replied. “But call me Bella.”

Miss Margaret nodded. “Alright. I’ll take you to your room, and I’ll have the baby’s belongings moved there shortly.”

“Thank you.”

Bella’s heart swelled. Just yesterday, she had been hopeless…and today, she was standing in a mansion.

“Now nothing can go wrong in my life,” she muttered as she followed Miss Margaret.

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Soon, Bella had settled in. She took a shower and changed into one of the dresses she found in the cupboard. There were plenty, neatly folded, and she assumed they belonged to a previous nanny. They were proper clothes for a young lady, and the room was huge, comfortable, and simply amazing.

Zara was sleeping peacefully in her cot; Bella had already fed her with a bottle of baby formula.

She laid down to rest, but a knock at the door startled her.

“Come in,” she said softly.

Margaret entered. “Lucian is requesting you.”

Bella nodded and followed her immediately.

When she reached Lucian’s room, she knocked lightly.

There was no answer. Hesitant, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Lucian sat on the edge of his bed, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Bella swallowed hard, her nerves prickling.

“I… I heard you needed me,” she said cautiously.

He let out a short, amused scoff. “Need?”

“Sorry,” she replied quickly, bowing her head slightly.

He drew deeply on his cigarette, his dark eyes fixed on the soft curves of her figure as he exhaled a slow plume of smoke.

She stood there in a pale pink nightgown, the thin fabric clinging just enough to make her full, perky breasts impossible to ignore and that was all Lucian seemed able to focus on.

Bella gave a small cough, waving the smoke away.

“What do you want?” she asked, voice gentle. “I can cook something for you now…anything you like.”

“Anything I like,” he repeated, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Is she really this naive?” he wondered. “Does she truly not understand why she’s here”

She watched him, trying to read the thoughts behind those shadowed eyes. “If it’s the other thing he wants, he’ll have to say it,” she told herself. “I’m not foolish enough to offer it first and look like an idiot if that’s not what he has in mind.”

Lucian discarded the cigarette and rose from the bed, closing the distance between them, his gaze darkening with unmistakable intent.

A rush of heat flooded through Bella's body, her skin prickling under his intense stare.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "Show me your breasts."

Bella met his eyes without flinching. She knew low-key that this moment was coming, and she had no intention of refusing him.

With steady hands, she gently loosened the ties of her nightgown, letting the soft fabric slip from her shoulders and rest around her hips.

Bella's full, pale breasts spilled free, crowned with delicate peach-colored nipples that hardened in the cool air.

Lucian’s jaw tightened. He felt himself throb hard against the confines of his pants, the sight alone nearly undoing him. Those perfect, ripe curves, he could already imagine how they’d feel against his tongue, how easily they might push him past control and make him cum untouched.

His hands were on her instantly, rough palms cupping her breasts possessively, thumbs grazing the sensitive peaks.

A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped Bella’s lips, her back arching slightly into his touch.

He kneaded her slowly at first, then harder, testing, claiming, watching her face with dark satisfaction as her eyes fluttered shut and her soft lips parted on a trembling breath.

Quiet needy moans spilled from her, sounds that stroked his ego as much as his desire.

Lucian dipped his head, mouth finding the curve of her neck. He kissed the warm skin once, twice, then bit down… hard, leaving a blooming hickey that made her gasp again, louder this time. His hands slid lower, long veiny fingers slipping under her nightgown, tracing her smooth thighs, inching upward.

Bella let out a startled yelp as his fingers brushed higher, the sound catching Lucian off guard for a moment.

He stilled, lips grazing the sensitive curve of her ear. “No man has done this to you, right?” he whispered, his voice so sultry and deep that it sent a visible shiver racing down her spine.

She swallowed, cheeks flushed, eyes fixed somewhere past his shoulder. “Hmm… n-no,” she admitted softly. “I’ve only… given blowjobs for money. I’ve never done this. No man has ever touched me there.”

Lucian paused, staring at her as if she were lying. She looked far too innocent to have done such things for money, and hearing her claim this was… deeply disappointing.

But he studied her for a long moment, making Bella nervous, then a slow smirk curved his lips at the thought of fucking her virgin pussy.

“Good,” he said quietly. “I have no tolerance for anything careless or worn thin…In simpler terms, overused sluts. I’ll excuse your past because you were desperate…but understand this.”

He let the silence linger for a beat. Then he leaned in, whispering into her ear as if it were a warning.

"From this moment forward, every part of your body belongs to me…and to me alone. Your lips and throat will know only the length of my cock and the taste of my cum.”

Bella gulped as every hair on her body stood. She had never felt this electric, this alive; heat pooled low in her belly, her pussy already soaked and aching, greedy for more…for everything Lucian promised, pleasure and wealth tangling in her mind until nothing else existed.

"Come on," he murmured, voice rough with hunger, eyes fixed on her chest. "Feed me those sweet tits of yours.”