All Chapters of His Playmate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucian's POVTonight, 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,

Lucian's POVOfficer Bruno responded to the loud sirens in the background, "It's done, boss." I smiled in response, realizing she had stabbed that motherfucker who couldn't do his job."Good…" I mouthed and inserted a cigarette into my mouth. I was standing outside my car, in front of the casino."So what about him?" I inquired, the smoke from the cigar curling up as it rose into the dark sky."He is still breathing, despite having lost a lot of blood." Officer Bruno responded calmly and respectfully. "The knife, according to the medical team, did not penetrate his heart."I smiled, not because the man was still alive, but because Jules had demonstrated to me that she was stubborn and still had the killing blood in her."Good, make sure he is kept alive."I had to teach him a lesson: never touch what was mine. I assigned him a single task: hold her and ensure she doesn’t leave.But what that fucker did enraged me to the core; how dare an attempted murder occur in my own room? It was d

Julia's POV "What?" I subconsciously clinged to the warden. His body tensed up for the action I had no idea I was capable of. I felt more comfortable relying on a stranger than accompanying him. He had caused nothing but pain to me, the girl he claimed to know. "Please...don't give me to him." I cried out, noticing that his expression had not changed from a smirk to anger. Was he angry with me or the warden? The warden gave Lucian a terrified look before returning his gaze to mine. "I think you need to go to him, miss; I can't help you." "Besides, he was the one who bailed you out." He pushed forward towards Lucian, but I'd rather die or rot in that cell than be with someone as wicked as him. Lucian glared at the warden, but said nothing. He clenched his fist, his eyes irritated. And, for some reason, it made me happy, so I clung to the warden, hiding behind him like he was a fortress. "Oh, shit..." I heard the warden gasp, trying to break me free from him. "Don't fucking put me

Lucian's POVThe instant I shut the bathroom door, her tear-streaked face flashed back into my thoughts. Every day, it doesn't matter to me how one cries; in fact, I would do things to make those tears flow even more. People labeled me a sadist, but the reality is, I’m even worse than that.No one was there for me when I showed empathy, so now that I've become this way, why should I care? I have experienced far more intense situations, particularly with women, binding them, using a whip while fucking them from behind, their cries resonating like a captivating melody to me. Soothing me gently, right up until they passed out. But Jules was unique…Her cries felt like a rusted metal pressing against my chest; I never found it amusing, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t really enjoy listening to that; I need to change it up. I stayed away from the place where she cried, to protect myself from falling apart. I still have a lot of things to clear out before I can get what I want.A smile

"What types of games ?"My eyes widened! I absolutely love games, but now I feel that my enjoyment of them is tied to my freedom. It's even better, and I'll do whatever it takes to win.“What kind of games do you think I’ll make you play?” His voice sent a thrilling shiver through me, with his hands tucked into his pockets. I took a deep breath, a whirlwind of games flashing through my mind.“Poker, chess, blackjack…” I shrugged my shoulders, and what he did next made me frown. He burst into laughter, as if I had just told the funniest joke ever. It just didn’t make me laugh. I pressed my thumb to my temples, feeling the tension build.“So, what games are you planning to dive into?” I smirked and asked, “Master?”Lucian took a moment, locking eyes with me in a way that dared me to respond. He faced away from me, his hands resting behind him. My heart raced wildly in my chest. I'm frantically trying to remember which game I was truly at.By the age of 5, I had already mastered poker an