Chapter 4

Lucy POV

My stomach twists as I stare at him.

The thick, huge cock in his hand looks even more intimidating up close, veins prominent, the pink head already glistening with precum.

“If I do this…” My voice trembles despite my effort to stay calm. “You’ll let me leave afterward?”

Adrian’s lips curl into a smug smirk. “Yes. Satisfy me, take the money, and walk away.” He nods toward the cash. Thinking of Eric in the hospital, I swallow my pride. “Fine,” I whisper.

Just then, I crawl forward on my knees. My hands shake as I wrap them around his thick length. I’ve never done this before, but I have no choice. I lean in, my lips parting awkwardly around the head of his cock.

He’s so big my jaw aches almost immediately as I take him deeper, causing me to choke, tears forming my eyes.

Summoning all my courage, my tongue slides along the underside while I try to find a balance with my other hand.

Salty precum coats my tongue immediately as I choke a little when it hits the back of my throat, more tears stinging my eyes, but I don’t stop.

I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks, moving my head up and down his throbbing wet cock, obscene sounds filling the room.

His hand immediately and aggressively fists in my hair, guiding me roughly as he shuts his eyes in pleasure, his hips snapping forward to push himself deeper.

I can feel him pulsing against my tongue already, growing even harder.

After a few more minutes, his body tenses so badly as he pulls out suddenly with a low groan and spills hot, thick semen onto the floor, the evidence of his release marking the carpet between us. I gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my face burning with humiliation.

Adrain wipes himself with a handkerchief, and tucks himself back into his pants, adjusts his cuffs, and looks down at me with cold satisfaction.

“You’ve done well,” he says. “Now quit this pathetic job, pack your things, and come back to the pack with me.”

My heart lurches. I stare at him in disbelief. “What?”

“You heard me.”

I crawl forward desperately. “That’s not what you promised. You said if I satisfied you, you’d let me leave.”

A slow, mocking smile spreads across his face.

“Lucy,” he says, almost amused. “You’re still as naïve as you were five years ago.” He takes a step closer, his voice turning icy. “Did you really think I’d let you walk away from me again? I won’t make that mistake twice.”

My heart stutters. That isn’t part of our deal. “I can’t go with you,” I say quietly. “There’s someone here who needs me. I have responsibilities I can’t walk away from.” Adrian studies me for a long moment before his eyes narrow. “Someone?” he asks coldly.

Adrian’s eyes narrow dangerously.

“Another man?” he accuses, his tone flat and icy. “Is that why you won’t come back? Some pathetic fool you’ve been spreading your legs for?”

He thought I refused to leave because of some man.

Before I could say a word, my phone started ringing from the corner of where it fell earlier. The loud buzz cuts through as my stomach drops the second I see the screen light up, knowing who was calling.

It is the hospital. The number for the pediatric ward flashes there, the one I have memorized from too many late-night calls regarding my son.

And now Adrain is accusing me… I have never been with any other man, only Adrain. There is no other.

Immediately, I reach for the phone fast, my fingers trembling, but before I could pick it up, Adrain’s foot slams down on my hand hard.

My stepbrother pins my wrist to the ground, his face staying completely blank. Those amber eyes look at me with zero feeling, just cold, empty stares. “Who is he?” He questions coldly.

“Adrain…” My mouth opened to explain in a stutter. “Please…” I try to find my words as the phone keeps ringing, vibrating nonstop. Each buzz feels like a knife twisting in my chest.

My little boy needs me. The doctors warned me that his condition might turn bad fast if the surgery does not happen soon.

The phone keeps ringing.

He ignores the phone for a moment and then leans over me more. His scent is intoxicating while his free hand grabs my jaw hard. His fingers dig into my cheeks, tilting my face up so I have to look at him.

His grip is strong and no emotion crosses his face. He reaches over and snatches the phone with his other hand. For a second he holds it up, staring at the screen like it is proof of my betrayal. Then he sets it just out of my reach. The ringing continues, loud and desperate.

“You think you can ignore me and answer him?” he says. His hand then slides from my jaw down to my throat in a choke, resting there like a warning.

His palm feels hot against my skin, thumb right over my racing pulse. He can sense everything. the fear sweating on my body, the way my breath catches, the terror I feel toward him.

I squirm under his grip, my tears dripping from my eyes. “It is not what you think. Please let me pick it up.”

His fingers tighten on my throat just enough to make spots dance in my vision. Not choking me fully, but close.

Enough to remind me who is in control. His face stays emotionless, amber eyes flat as he watches me struggle, his cold eyes never leaving my eyes intensely. He looks beautiful and terrifying at the same time, my stepbrother who became my mate in the past in every way that matters to the beast inside him now.

Then the phone starts ringing again as I buck harder. “Please!…”

He does not move at first. Just hold me down, studying my face in fury as he holds my throat even tighter. “How dare you cheat on me?”

“Please!” I struggle to voice out in a loud desperate tone. The scream rips out of me before I can think. “Please, let me answer it! It’s my son!”