LOGINI stood nervously at the grand entrance of Blackwood Manor, clutching my small suitcase tightly with both hands. The mansion was even more intimidating in person than it had looked in the photos. It had tall stone walls, perfectly manicured gardens, and floor to ceiling windows, which could give a perfect view of the city. At nineteen, I had never worked in a place like this before. I had spent most of my life in our small village, helping my mother with chores and learning how to be a proper, modest girl. But now I was here as the new live-in maid.Mr. Damien Blackwood, was the owner of the estate, he was a very wealthy and powerful man. Everyone in the village spoke about him with a mixture of respect and fear. They said he was cold, demanding, and extremely handsome. When the agency told me I had been selected for the position, my mother had been both proud and worried.“Be a good girl, Elara,” she had warned me before I left. “Keep your head down, do your work, and stay pure. Men
Weeks later, 9:00 PM. I stepped out of the cab, my body aching in a way that had nothing to do with emotions—just work. Client after client, satisfying them. I stretched my neck slightly, exhaling as I walked toward my apartment. “God… I’m exhausted,” I muttered, digging into my bag for my keys. Still… I wasn’t complaining, because it pays well. That’s what mattered. I was just about to unlock my door when I heard someone call me. “Hey, Aria.” I froze for a second, then I turned. It was Charles, standing a few steps behind me. I blinked, surprised. “Hey…” He rubbed the back of his neck slightly, like he wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted. “Um… I was thinking…” he started, then paused. “Would you maybe want to have dinner with me? I cooked. And… I’d like someone to taste it.” I raised a brow slightly. Someone? Like I’m the only neighbor here. I almost laughed, but instead, I smiled. “Oh, really?” “Yeah.” There was something almost… genuine in the way he said it. “Alright,”
I stood by my window, watching him again. It was becoming a habit. My new neighbor. Tall, calm, and effortlessly attractive in a way that didn’t even seem fair. He was the kind of man who didn’t try, because he didn’t need to. “Oh my God…” I muttered under my breath, resting my forehead lightly against the glass. “He is so damn hot.” My fingers traced absent patterns along my arm, my gaze locked on him like I didn’t have the ability to look away. “I can’t wait to have him,” I whispered, almost to myself. The thought alone sent a slow, dangerous warmth through me. Then my phone rang. I exhaled sharply, annoyed at the interruption, before picking it up. “Hello?” “Hello, beautiful,” a deep voice answered immediately. I rolled my eyes slightly. “Hi… who’s this?” “Wow. You forgot me already?” I paused, trying to place it. “Remember the guy you took to paradise last night?” That didn’t narrow it down. There were… a few. “Um…” I hesitated. “Frederick?” “Nope. Duncan.” “Oh… Dunca
Three days passed after that morning with Lucian, and I thought I was losing my mind.I kept waiting for him to appear out of nowhere again, like last time, but he didn’t. The silence from him only made the ache I felt for him worse, till the point I began touching myself. Every night I lay in bed touching myself, whispering his name, hoping he would hear me. But he stayed away, as if he wanted me to feel exactly how empty I was without him.Then yesterday my mother came home from visiting relatives. She was in a good mood, humming while she cooked and asking me endless questions about how I had been while she was gone. I smiled and answered as normally as I could, but every time she turned her back, my mind drifted to Lucian and to the way he had felt moving inside me, and the way he had whispered filthy things in my ear.It was night and I was still waiting for him. My mother had gone to bed early. Meanwhile I was lying in my room, staring at the ceiling, when the air suddenly grew
Lucian didn’t waste any more time, once he got my full approval. He kissed me deeply as he pushed my nightgown up and off my body, leaving me completely naked beneath him. His hands were all over my body… they were sliding over my breasts, squeezing them gently, and his thumbs were brushing across my hard nipples until I was gasping into his mouth. He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly on my skin, then moved lower to take one nipple into his mouth, flicking and swirling his tongue over it before he began sucking on it hardly. I arched my back, moaning softly into the pillow. His mouth felt incredible…it was so hot and wet, sending sparks of pleasure straight between my legs. He continued going downward, kissing along my stomach until he settled between my thighs. He spread my legs wide and looked at my pussy for a moment, his golden eyes glowing with hunger. “So pretty and wet,” he murmured, praising my pussy. The first slow lick of his tongue from my entrance to my clit made my
“Ahhh…!!!” I screamed and couldn’t stop shaking from fear. The scream was a long screeching one but it eventually died in my throat as a large, warm hand gently covered my mouth. The Devil…Lucian…stood right in front of me, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of my bedroom. He wasn’t threatening me as I expected, instead he looked almost amused, like he had expected exactly this reaction. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice smooth and low, in a deep and husky tone. “You don’t want to wake up your mother, do you?” My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. I nodded quickly, and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. I took a shaky step back until my legs hit the edge of the bed and I sat down. My nightgown was still bunched up around my thighs, and I could still feel how wet I still was from the dream. Lucian didn’t move close. Instead he just watched me with those glowing eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’ve been calling me for weeks,” he sa







