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Chapter Eleven

ผู้เขียน: Itohan
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Lucian's POV

Tonight, Las Vegas pulsed like a beat. Neon veins across the strip, colors bleeding into the desert sky. I came because Zeke had asked for me, and Zeke never asked for anything he couldn't bend on.

I drove myself; no chauffeur, no convoy. No reminders that I was supposed to be untouchable. Some nights, I needed my hands on the wheel. The car was an Aston Matini, as black as obsidian and polished to reflect the chaos of light we passed.

When the engine roared, everyone turned their heads. They always turned, and my name did so before my face did.

I slowed in front of the Mirage Crown. The name was inscribed in gold across its massive glass front. A playground for the powerful. A graveyard for the reckless wasn't unfamiliar to me, but tonight it had the right kind of silence waiting outside.

I entered the private entrance. Valets remained nearby. But none of them dared to approach until I had killed the engine myself. When I stepped out to adjust the cuffs of my black suit,
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  • His Playmate    Ninety Eight

    I pressed my hands against his broad shoulders, feeling the tension coil beneath my fingers like a living thing. Lucian’s skin was warm, and despite the bruises and fresh cuts, it felt smooth and almost soft under my touch. My heart hammered, betraying the calm I tried to maintain. I told myself to focus—this was a massage, nothing more—but every subtle shift of his body, the way his muscles flexed under my fingers, made it impossible to think straight. He leaned forward slightly, letting out a soft sigh that vibrated through his chest. It was a sound that belonged entirely to him, a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and something I couldn’t name. My hands moved instinctively, kneading and pressing, trying to loosen the tight knots I felt in his back. I was careful, tentative at first, unsure if I should go harder, but the way his body reacted under my touch encouraged me. “You have no idea how tense you are,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice even. I hoped he didn’t notice the s

  • His Playmate    Ninety Seven

    I pressed my hands against his broad shoulders, feeling the tension coil beneath my fingers like a living thing. Lucian’s skin was warm, and despite the bruises and fresh cuts, it felt smooth and almost soft under my touch. My heart hammered, betraying the calm I tried to maintain. I told myself to focus—this was a massage, nothing more—but every subtle shift of his body, the way his muscles flexed under my fingers, made it impossible to think straight. He leaned forward slightly, letting out a soft sigh that vibrated through his chest. It was a sound that belonged entirely to him, a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and something I couldn’t name. My hands moved instinctively, kneading and pressing, trying to loosen the tight knots I felt in his back. I was careful, tentative at first, unsure if I should go harder, but the way his body reacted under my touch encouraged me. “You have no idea how tense you are,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice even. I hoped he didn’t notice the slig

  • His Playmate    Ninety Six

    My hand froze midair, hovering just inches from the edge of the door, my mind screaming at me to leave. I should’ve walked away the moment he asked me to massage him. I should’ve run straight out of the room, straight into the hallway, into the safety of the empty villa. I should’ve reminded myself that I didn’t belong here. That I wasn’t supposed to do this. But I didn’t move. My body betrayed me, caught somewhere between fear, disbelief, and… something else, something I didn’t want to name. My pulse had doubled, and my stomach churned with anticipation I wanted to ignore. “Julia,” he said softly, his voice low, deliberate, just enough to pull my attention back. Not a command, not a threat—but the sound of it was magnetic. I stopped, my hand stiff at my side. My feet rooted to the carpet, my back tense as though bracing for something I couldn’t quite predict. He didn’t need to repeat himself. I didn’t need to hear it again. My own instincts were doing the work for him, slowly, p

  • His Playmate    Ninety Five

    The moment I stood from the couch, my mind racing faster than my heartbeat, I realized I should leave. I should’ve walked straight out of his room the second I decided I had no business staying there. My feet shuffled toward the bathroom door, the soft carpet muted my steps, yet my pulse made every movement feel loud in my ears. My hands trembled slightly, my stomach twisted, and my chest felt tight as if I were holding in something I wasn’t supposed to even feel. I told myself over and over: I should go. I’m meant to leave. This isn’t safe. This isn’t…normal. But my legs didn’t carry me fast enough. I was almost there, my hand reaching for the edge of the bathroom door, when it swung open suddenly. Lucian stepped out, completely soaked from the shower, water dripping down the angles of his muscles. My feet slipped slightly on the smooth floor as I stumbled forward, and before I could even catch myself, I slammed against his chest. My arms instinctively wrapped around him to prevent

  • His Playmate    Ninety Four

    Julia's POV The moment Lucian disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door, I finally let out the breath I had been holding for minutes. My chest felt tight, my palms were cold, and my mind wouldn’t stop replaying every small detail of what just happened—his voice, his stare, the way he looked at me like he was seeing something I couldn’t hide even if I tried. I stood there, frozen for a few seconds, then my legs felt like they had lost their strength. I didn’t even realize I was walking back until I found myself in front of the couch again. My whole body was trembling with exhaustion, adrenaline, and something else—something I didn’t want to name. I refused to go back to that bed. His bed. Sleeping there beside him after everything that just happened felt too intimate, too vulnerable. I wasn’t going to lie down next to the same man who made my heart race and my stomach twist and my thoughts scatter like broken glass. No. I wasn’t doing that. I lowered myself into the couch

  • His Playmate    Ninety Three

    Lucian's POV I left the office with my mind half on the business I had just settled and half on the city streets below. The night was quiet, almost too quiet, and I welcomed it. But my instincts never let me rest for long. That’s when I saw it. A man, clumsy and desperate, had a woman pressed against the wall, his hands roaming too far, his voice harsh and commanding. The way she flinched, the way her body stiffened under his weight—it made something in my chest twist. I didn’t know her, and yet for a split second I thought of Julia. Not her, not really, but her. The way she always tried to stay strong even when fear was written on her face. The thought made my pulse spike. I didn’t hesitate. I moved faster than anyone would have expected. By the time the man realized someone was behind him, it was too late. He swung at me, wide and clumsy, and I leaned back just enough to let his fist sail past. I barely registered the laugh that left my lips. The woman’s eyes were wide as sh

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