No Where To Hide

The cafe's aroma still clung to my clothes, a faint, sweet ghost of an afternoon that had been anything but. My encounter with Marcus Diego, his emerald green eyes kept haunting me , had left me rattled in a way I hadn't anticipated. It wasn't the lingering affection, or even regret, that gnawed at me, but a strange, unsettling vulnerability. I’d thought myself immune to such tremors, long past the girl who had once fallen so completely. I wasn't going to lucian’s place again, I resolved to look for my family myself, I wasn't going to be his plaything again, I wanted to be free,I went straight to a hotel and booked a room, stepped into the room happy that at least I could be a free girl for today, the click of the door echoing in the sudden silence, and stepped into the dim light of my sanctuary, utterly unaware that my every move had been meticulously observed.

‎Miles away, in the cool, sterile opulence of his penthouse, Lucian Devlin watched the video feed. Kael, a man as efficient as he was unreadable, had ensured the footage from the cafe was already playing on the massive screen dominating Lucian’s study. Lucian’s eyes, cold and piercing, narrowed as he saw Serena’s unguarded smile, the way she leaned in, the easy intimacy that still existed between her and Marcus. A muscle in his jaw twitched. Rules. There were always rules,but she kept on defaulting, he was going to remind her that she belonged to him.

‎The knock on her door was not a knock, but a resonant thud that vibrated through the floorboards. Before Serena could even process the sound, the door swung inward, revealing Lucian framed in the doorway, his silhouette imposing, his eyes dark with an unreadable intent. There was no pleasantry, no warning. He simply stepped inside, and the world tilted on its axis.

‎The air crackled with an unspoken tension, thick and suffocating. Serena instinctively took a step back, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She tried to speak, to demand, to question, but the words caught in her throat. Lucian moved with a predator's grace, closing the distance between them in an instant. His touch, when it came, was possessive, bruising, and undeniably a claim‎. Lucian stepped across the threshold. It wasn't just his physical presence, though that alone was enough to steal the breath from her lungs. It was the palpable shift in the atmosphere, the sudden, undeniable weight of his intent. Her heart, a frantic bird trapped in her ribs, hammered against her sternum as he closed the distance between them. She tried to speak, to assert some semblance of control, but the words withered on her tongue, silenced by the sheer force of his will.

‎His hands found her, not gently, but with a possessive grip that left no room for doubt. He wasn't asking; he was taking. A jolt, half fear and half a strange, electrifying anticipation, shot through her. He backed her against the wall, his body a solid, unyielding press against hers, and the world narrowed to the fierce intensity of his gaze. There was no tenderness, no soft preamble. Only a raw, undeniable hunger that mirrored, to her shock, a burgeoning one within herself.

‎He kissed her then, a deep, devouring kiss that stole her breath and ignited a fire she hadn't known lay dormant. It was a kiss of possession, of dominance, and she found herself responding with a ferocity that startled her. Her hands, unbidden, fisted in his shirt, clinging as if to a lifeline in a storm. He lifted her, effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, a silent, desperate surrender.

‎The bedroom was a blur of motion, a whirlwind of tearing

‎raw, untamed part of herself, and it was exhilarating.

‎The night that followed was a maelstrom of raw emotion and primal instinct. Lucian was a force, relentless and demanding, pushing her past every boundary she thought she possessed. He took her with a ferocity that left her breathless, made sure her every cry was his name, a desperate, guttural acknowledgment of his absolute dominion. He drove her to the edge, then pulled her back, only to push her over again, his control absolute, his will unwavering.

‎She screamed his name, not in pain, but in a surrender so complete it was terrifying. "Lucian! Lucian!" The sound tore from her throat, an admission, a plea, a recognition that in this moment, she was utterly, unequivocally his. The devil alone, he made sure she understood, was her master.

Lucian Devlin POV

Serena... you're trembling."

Her back arched into the sheets, a low gasp escaping her lips as my body moved with expert rhythm above her. The sheets were damp, tangled around their legs, her fingernails carving desperate crescents into the muscles of my back.

"I can’t... I—"

"One more, babe. Just one more. Let me feel you break again."

my voice was deep, low, and coaxing. And God, it felt too good to argue with. Her body, slick with sweat and need, bucked beneath him, chasing a high she hadn't even realized she needed until i gave it to her. Again. And again.

Serena moaned my name like a prayer — or maybe a curse — as she shattered for the fifth time that night.

i didn’t stop. Not right away. I slowed, buried myself deep one last time, holding there until her spasms stopped, until her chest was heaving beneath mine , until she was a boneless, trembling mess in my arms, I was going to remind her that there was no place to hide, I was going to find her, she belonged to me. Then I kissed her shoulder. Just once. we’d done this before. I already knew her skin.

I rolled off the bed, stretching my tall, broad frame as if five rounds of sex hadn’t left me even mildly winded.

Serena watched me cross the room, fully naked, confidently unbothered. my back was sculpted, all hard muscle and golden skin. She dragged her eyes down my spine to the V-shaped dip at my hips and nearly groaned.

I caught her staring in the mirror as I turned the shower on.

"Want some more?"

She let out a breathless laugh, hiding her face in the pillow. "What the hell are you made of? Steel?"

I smirked. "Genetics. Blessed."

She shook her head, grinning, too exhausted to argue. Her limbs were jelly. Her throat was dry from moaning sounds she never meant to make, how did you find me here Lucian, I can find you even in the midst of crowd, don't bother running away next time, I won't be this gentle.

‎Serena lay tangled in the sheets, the scent of him all around her, a bewildering mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. She was amazed at her own reaction, the way her body had betrayed her mind, succumbing to an animalistic desire she hadn't known she possessed. And then, with a jolt, it became clear. There was something about being Lucian's plaything, something profound and unexpected. It felt like power.