Chapter four

***CHRISTIAN'S POV***

After yesterday's encounter I didn't think I'd have the courage to look at her but here I am today eager to see her.

I know how wrong it is to want her. As much as I want to blame it on the alcohol. I can't. I suspected it was her by her hair yesterday and still. I let her touch me. I fed my own desires knowing how bad it was.

I watched her as she stood on the stairs, absorbing the scene around her.

The stair railing blocked my view of her dress, but I noticed how her natural silver hair added a certain charm to her appearance. I was left in awe when I finally saw how the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Just then, her mother called out to her. 

Christian's gaze remained fixed on Louisa, her radiant beauty captivating him. She moved gracefully in her silver dress, accentuating her curves just the way he liked. He admired her from a distance, feeling a mix of longing and admiration for her unique, ethereal presence. In that moment, he found himself falling deeper for the girl he can't have.

Every movement she made was like a work of art, and he was intruged by her presence. She radiated confidence and grace, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He imagined himself by her side, holding her close and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

After wandering around with a glass of wine in her hand, she made her way to the porch, and I slipped out through the back door. I stood by the window for a few moments, and when I was sure she noticed me, I walked toward the garage, knowing she would follow.

I led her to a secret room where people outside couldn't see us, but we had a clear view of them. The scent of her perfume enveloped me before she even stepped inside, and when she did, she halted in her tracks.

"Aren't you supposed to be mingling with your wife, Christian?" she asked.

"How can I, when you're parading around the house like a silver goddess, daring to be worshipped?" I replied, and she giggled.

"What am I doing here, Christian?" she inquired.

I smiled. "I don't know, princess. You brought yourself here," I said, lighting my cigar.

"You lured me here," she said as she walked to the table.

I remained silent. 

**LOUISIANA'S POV***

I unwittingly walked into his trap, standing there in silence as he smoked and watched me. 

"Do you think I don't notice the way you look at me?" he asked. My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to respond, truly, but when I opened my mouth, the words seemed stuck. 

He took a moment to scan my body from head to toe before rising from his chair. "You’re incredibly attractive, Luna," he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me toward him. "I can’t focus on anything else when you’re near," he added, his hand gliding over my cheek. 

"And I lose my mind when I see your perfect lips," he continued, brushing his thumb along my lower lip. At that moment, it felt as if I had been struck dumb; my mind was blank, and my body was unresponsive. 

"Christian, what are you doing? My mom is... your wife," I managed to say. 

"And yet, that doesn’t stop me from wanting you," he admitted. 

"My mom will be hurt by this," I replied softly. 

"Then be a good girl and keep it a secret," he suggested. Before I could object, he captured my lips with his. I had experienced kisses before, but nothing like this—this kiss was fierce, demanding, and, worst of all, intoxicating. My body betrayed me, melting into his embrace and reveling in every moment. 

I leaned against the desk for support as I felt his fingers slide under my dress, gathering the fabric at my waist without hesitation. My body froze when his fingers brushed my cheek, and he paused. 

"Where are your panties?" he asked, clearly annoyed. 

"I don’t usually wear them; they give me yeast infections, and besides..." I was cut off by another passionate kiss. 

"You’re perfect like this," he murmured between kisses, his hand caressing my cheek and sending waves of pleasure through me. 

Then, without warning, he inserted two fingers inside me, and I gasped in pain.

"I'm sorry, you're so tight," he said, thrusting once while still kissing me, then twice before pausing. 

"Louis... Are you...? No, you can't be...?" 

"A virgin?" He nodded, and I confirmed with a nod of my own. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, and I shook my head. 

"If my finger hurts, just imagine what my cock will do to you, princess," he questioned, but I remained silent. 

As he began to thrust in and out, I found myself calling out his name as if he were a famous musician. 

Suddenly, he slid in his index finger, and I couldn't help but whimper from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Yesss. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. I love what you're fingers are doing to me....Ahh" she moaned 

"Don't fucking stop... Ahh...Ahhh...Ah" I moaned.

I didn't care who might see or hear us; I was completely consumed by desire and the pleasure I was experiencing. He lifted me and placed me on the cold wooden table, spreading my legs wide apart with a roughness that felt predatory. His fingers glided from my inner thighs to my soft cheek, sending shivers throughout my body. Just as I hoped he would insert his fingers again, I felt a cool sensation brushing against my lips. I looked down to find him with his head nestled deep between my thighs. 

“Daddy, please…” I begged. 

He paused, looking intrigued. 

“What did you just call me?” he asked, a pleased expression on his face. 

“Daddy!” I replied, feeling shy. 

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, his eyes suddenly filled with a deep, lustful intensity. It wasn't just desire; he looked at me as if I were his prey, and I was reveling in every moment of it.