Anri POV
Lucien didn't say a word as he carried me through the doorway. His grip was strong, steady—but his chest was rising faster now. And even without looking up, I could feel the tension vibrating through him.
He kicked the door shut behind us with his foot, then kept walking like he owned the place. Like I wasn't squirming in his arms or trying to slow down the moment before it exploded.
My heart was thudding.
Not from fear. Not even from guilt.
But from the sheer weight of him.
Lucien was so attractive it almost offended me.
The black button-down he wore earlier clung to him in all the right places—broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up just enough to expose the lean muscle of his forearms. A glimpse of a silver watch that glinted under my lights. His jaw was sharp tonight, his face flushed from restraint, and his hair had started to fall into his eyes in the kind of disheveled way that didn't belong to CEOs.
He looked like something expensive that had been unwrapped too quickly.
And I wanted to ruin him.
He dropped me on the bed—not carelessly, but like he couldn't wait another second. I bounced slightly against the mattress, dress bunched up around my thighs.
Lucien stood above me for a moment. Just breathing.
Like he was trying not to devour me on sight.
His eyes trailed over me slowly—dark, calculating, possessive.
And even though my body was already buzzing, something deeper stirred inside me.
I didn't just want him to take me.
I wanted to give something, too.
To make him unravel. To feel the way he'd made me feel too many nights when he wasn't even trying.
I sat up.
Lucien blinked.
"Lie back," I whispered.
His brow twitched. "What?"
"I said lie back."
He tilted his head slightly, watching me. That unreadable expression. Like he wasn't sure what I was up to—but was too turned on to stop me.
Still, he obeyed.
He pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth movement before lying back against the pillows.
My breath caught at the sight of him—toned, golden skin stretched over taut muscle, veins visible in his arms, that faint line down his stomach that disappeared beneath his waistband.
He smirked. "Don't act like you haven't seen it before."
"I didn't see it like this," I muttered.
He chuckled—but it died when I began unbuttoning his pants.
Lucien's abs tensed. "Anri."
I didn't look up. Just pulled the zipper down and slid the fabric open. His erection sprang free, thick and heavy, flushed at the tip. My mouth went dry.
He was big.
Long, veined, already leaking slightly.
I paused for half a second, just staring at him, mesmerized.
Lucien groaned low in his chest. "Baby—what are you doing?"
I finally met his eyes.
"I want to spoil you."
His eyes darkened. "You don't have to—"
"I want to." I leaned closer, my voice quieter now. "I want to give this to you. After everything... the shoot, the fight... you've been so patient with me."
His hand came to the back of my head, not pushing—just touching. "Baby don't push yourself... I know you haven't done this before."
I nodded, lips brushing the base of him. "Mhmm. So don't move."
Lucien swore under his breath.
I kissed the side of his shaft gently, letting my lips trail up the length of him, my hand stroking the base. He twitched in my grip. I smiled.
Then—slowly—I took the tip into my mouth.
Lucien hissed through his teeth.
"Fuck..."
His thighs flexed beneath me. One hand clenched the sheets beside him, the other stayed in my hair, thumb gently grazing behind my ear.
I was nervous. Not because I didn't want to—but because I did. I wanted him to love it. I wanted him to lose it. To feel as undone as I'd felt a hundred times under his touch.
I started slow. Hollowed my cheeks as I took more of him, bobbing gently, tongue swirling against the underside.
He groaned—deep, guttural, feral.
"God, Anri—fuck, you feel—" He cut himself off, breathing hard. "I didn't think you'd—shit."
I looked up at him through my lashes.
That broke him.
His eyes fluttered closed, head falling back against the pillow, lips parted, breath shallow.
"You're gonna kill me," he muttered. "You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now."
I hummed around him in response, dragging my mouth up slowly, then sinking again. Saliva mixed with precum, warm and wet and messy—but I didn't stop. I got braver. Used my hands. Twisted them in rhythm. I moaned softly, just to tease him more.
Lucien's hips jerked.
His voice was strangled now. "Baby, stop—if you keep going I'll—fuck—I'll come in your mouth."
I didn't stop.
I wanted him to.
He growled low in his chest, muscles straining beneath me like he was trying to hold himself back.
But he couldn't.
"Anri—fuck— I'm gonna—"
I moaned again—took him deep one last time—
And then he came.
Hard.
Hot pulses spilled onto my tongue as his body convulsed slightly, jaw clenched, voice breaking in a gasp that sounded like my name.
He looked like sin incarnate. Writhing. Lost. Unguarded.
I pulled back slowly, licking the corner of my lip before wiping with my thumb.
Lucien's eyes opened. Dark. Dazed. Shattered.
He stared at me like I'd flipped his entire world upside down.
Then—like something snapped—he sat up, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me onto his lap.
"Do you know what you just did?"
I laughed softly, breath still shallow. "Spoiled you?"
"No," he growled. "You awakened something."
His mouth crashed into mine, all tongue and heat and hunger. His hands yanked at the back of my dress, dragging it down, exposing me inch by inch.
"You wanna spoil me?" he muttered against my lips. "Then take the consequences."