All Chapters of The Dark Swan 18+: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A dark, predatory satisfaction coiled in my gut. I thoroughly enjoyed it—I enjoyed how this stubborn, strong-willed woman who could fearlessly stare down high-society wolves completely disintegrated and shook just from the touch of my lips.My blood turned to pure fire. I could barely contain the sudden, violent urge to drag her out of this ballroom, throw her into the back of the limousine, rip that dress entirely off her body, and let her feel the full, agonizing weight of my thirst for her.After a few highly public, breathless minutes, I slowly let her go, though my thumb remained on her lower jaw, tilting her flushed face up.I inhaled a deep, satisfied breath of her cedar scent before turning my gaze to the ladies frozen in front of us. Their faces were twisted in a mixture of pure shock, burning envy, and deep humiliation.A devastating, mocking smirk cut across my face. "Now ladies, if you'll excuse us."Aurelia was still visibly recovering from the sensory overload, her amber

Lucien’s POVDante picked me up five minutes later in his sleek charcoal sports car, the engine roaring through the quiet Vegas streets.We didn't head to Casanova. I deliberately told him to steer clear of my main club; the mere thought of that VIP room and the velvet stage reminded me too much of her.Instead, we tore down the Strip toward The Obsidian, an underground lounge I owned that was strictly for high rollers who knew how to keep their mouths shut.We took a private booth in the back, the heavy bass of the music vibrating through the leather seats.As I slammed down my third glass of neat bourbon, the burning liquid did absolutely nothing to soothe the raw irritation eating at my gut.I leaned my head back against the headrest, a dark scowl marring my face. I suddenly found myself wishing for the version of her from weeks ago.I liked her so much better when she was just a maskless, quiet stripper dancing on my lap, submissive under my touch because she had a debt to pay. No

Aurelia’s POVThe moment my fingers pushed the heavy mahogany door open, a string of harsh, venomous curses sliced through the air."I don't give a damn about their supply chains! Tell them if those shipments aren't clearing customs by midnight, I’ll personally ensure their entire board of directors spends the next decade in a federal cage!"Lucien was standing with his back to me, framed by a massive wall of floor-to-ceiling glass. Behind him, the entire glittering sprawl of the Las Vegas Strip stretched out like a miniature kingdom under the bright afternoon sun—the very city he owned and ruthlessly governed.His office was vast and intimidating, a masterclass in dark opulence, featuring black marble floors, sharp leather furniture, and a monolithic mahogany desk littered with high-stakes financial documents.He barked another set of vicious commands and raw threats into his phone, his deep voice vibrating with a terrifying intensity that made me physically jump.A sudden wave of re

Lucien’s POVA slow, thoroughly satisfied smile plastered itself across my face as I watched my little swan struggle to adjust her twisted white skirt. I leaned back against the edge of my desk, crossing my arms over my chest, radiating absolute triumph. Even though I hadn't gone all the way and taken her virginity right then and there on my corporate documents, I had still managed to tear breathless moans and a screaming orgasm out of her lips.Both sets of them, I remarked proudly to myself, matching her frantic, clenching wetness with the visual of her utterly undone face.I casually handed her Arthur's phone, sliding into a quiet, observant silence as she dialed. She held the receiver to her ear with trembling fingers, her voice shaking as she offered her mother a half-assed explanation about how she had lost her phone two days ago and hadn't been able to buy a new one yet due to their regular, chronic financial problems.I chuckled silently, listening to her spin the lie. I bet

Lucien’s POVI couldn’t wait for dinner tonight.My mood had completely flipped from the miserable, whiskey-soaked rage of yesterday. For the last few hours, a wicked grin had been plastered across my face, refusing to budge.I couldn't stop thinking about the way Aurelia had walked into my office earlier. She had looked so deceptively simple, so innocent, and yet the sheer brevity of that white mini skirt had spoken louder than any words ever could. That little display was exactly why I had immediately called my most exclusive boutique and ordered a massive, curated wardrobe for her. could already picture her in every single one of those pieces—and more importantly, I could picture myself ripping them to shreds on top of my bed.Monica had called with her report an hour ago. She noted that Aurelia had received the "gifts" surprisingly well. Apparently, my little swan had been completely stunned and speechless at first, but she had managed to maintain her manners and politely than