Evangelina—that walking bomb of pure sensuality and physical perfection—strode forward in her tiny bikini, heading straight toward the Longfield brothers…
Killian greeted her with a warm kiss and introduced himself right away, all charm. But Lucius, sharp as ever, kept his eyes fixed on what he truly wanted. With cold detachment in his voice, he said:
"Pleasure to meet you, miss. Now step aside—you're blocking my view of Carmilla…"
He brushed her aside with his arm and moved past her like a seductive giant, straight toward me. He leaned down, his lips grazing my ear.
"Let's get out of here, baby girl. Time for bed."
The rest of the world vanished. In my mind, there was only him—his raw masculinity, his absolute certainty. I vaguely remember waving goodbye to the others. Annia kissed my cheek and whispered, "Way to go, Carmilla. Enjoy your night!"
Out in the middle of the woods, Lucius scooped me into his arms and began kissing me—my mouth, my eyes, then my mouth again—while carrying me toward the door of his room. By the time he laid me down on the bed in that luxurious suite, adorned with an antique gold-and-crystal chandelier, I was already lost in a trance. His strong hands wrapped around my throat and pulled me against his chest. Holding me completely at his mercy, he asked the question—the one that would give him permission to own me.
"How did you behave today? Tell me the truth… like a good girl, or a bad one?"
He shrugged off his jacket and shirt, revealing that sculpted body of long, taut muscles. His exquisite cologne filled my senses, and I could only answer with the truth he demanded.
"I was really, really bad to you…"
The moment the words left my mouth, I closed my eyes, ashamed and burning at the same time, waiting for what would come next. God, I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything. I can't explain it easily, but Lucius just… has me. He traps me. And I like it so much that I can't tell where passion ends and love begins. Hell, I wish they were the same thing so I could scream at him to make me his.
He tested my limits and said, "Now turn around and get ready…"
Nervous, trembling with anticipation, I obeyed once more and turned my back to him.
Lucius's voice hardened. "Did you not hear me? I said, get ready!"
He didn't need to explain. I knew exactly what he wanted. I bent forward, hands on my knees, arched my back, and lifted myself for him. He left me there, just like that.
It wasn't one or two minutes—it felt endless, and I savored every second as he circled me, choosing the perfect angle, the right force, the exact moment. Without him even asking, I whispered, "I was so bad today…"
That lit something in him. He wrapped his arms around me from behind with surprising tenderness, but let all his weight press down on me. That heavy, erotic dominance against my back wasn't innocent. He wanted me to feel his absolute physical power, to know I was a fly caught in his web—completely, utterly dominated. While he held me like that, his powerful arms caging me, he made sure I felt how hard he was. I pressed back against him so he'd know—know exactly how badly I needed him inside me.
Lucius released me. I stayed perfectly still, just as he'd ordered. He stepped in front of me and undressed completely. I wished he'd grab my head with all his strength, force me down, and use my mouth until he was satisfied. No protest, nothing but the sounds of pleasure.
Instead, he kissed my lips softly, then slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders. It fell to my waist. He gripped one of my breasts firmly while I stared into his eyes. He didn't need words—he could see I was completely at his mercy. He squeezed harder, letting the full weight of his arm rest on me so I had to support it. My mouth fell open as I began to moan.
He let go at that exact moment. He moved behind me again and delivered two firm, powerful open-handed smacks. The first pushed me forward, but I moved back for the second, then again, silently begging for a third that never came.
It didn't hurt—he knew that. It was simply the pleasure of being entirely under his control. He wasn't trying to harm me; he was making me submit to his desires, and he succeeded without hesitation.
Then he focused on the scars along my back, tracing them with his lips while kneading and tugging at my breasts as he moved upward. I felt everything—but I have to admit, I wanted him to keep going, higher and higher. I wanted to know where his limit was.
Lucius said, "Take off the dress and wait for me on the bed. I'll close my eyes, and when I open them, I want your body—without a single word—to show me how much you want me."
While he stood there in darkness behind his closed eyes, I positioned myself exactly as I wanted him to see me—the only way I felt could express everything I felt for him. From the bed, it thrilled me to look at him like that: aroused, muscles tense, carrying that cold, controlled dominance only men who truly understand their power possess.
When he opened his eyes…
He lifted his chin, took a deep breath that expanded his sculpted chest, and when his gaze returned to my body, I caught the subtle micro-expressions I had been searching for. Beneath them, there was emotion… something he could barely contain.
How was I waiting for him in bed? Covered, lying comfortably against the pillows, a book in my hands, leaving the left side of the mattress open for him—just as he had imagined. I wasn't pregnant, and I didn't have his coffee, but he understood perfectly. He lay down beside me, pulled back the sheets just enough to kiss my stomach, then covered me again like a gentleman. He covered himself as well and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my chest. All he said was:
"Sleep happy, baby girl. I'm right here."
I hid the tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks, kissed his forehead tenderly, and whispered…
"Rest, love. Let tonight last forever."
When I woke the next morning, he had left a note scented with his cologne: "I'll be gone for two days on business. Slept well for the first time in ages. Good luck on the 4th floor. Lucius."
I sighed like a lovestruck fool, not realizing two things. First, I needed to move my belongings out of my old room and into the same floor where I am now—the one where Mr. Longfield, Ursula, Killian, and Lucius all have their suites. And second… I had just admitted I sighed like a woman in love. My head is a complete mess, but my heart is even worse. He brings out the best in me. With him, I have no insecurities. I feel beautiful, desired, whole. And Killian? God, he makes me happy too—that's the word. I have to admit it… I can't lie to myself anymore. I wish this could last forever… but where the hell did that devil spend the night?
I went to my room to gather my things. When I stepped out, no one was around, and I realized it was only five in the morning. I had honestly thought I'd slept until noon.
I packed my things, took a shower, got dressed, and was ready to start the day when I heard four knocks on my door…
The moment I opened it, Annia slipped inside. I asked, "You're still here? I thought you'd left…"
She sat on my bed, looking nervous. "We drank after you guys left. Please don't kill me. I don't want you to hate me."
I understood immediately. I put on a disappointed expression and told her to keep talking—to tell me everything.
She confirmed what I had feared—and went even further. "After you left, Killian stayed behind, pretending to smile, but I could tell he was watching you, torn between chasing after you or staying and playing along with whatever strange rules you three have. When he finally gave up and turned back to us, he was a completely different person—like an animal. He made Evangelina and me kiss, then stripped and took us both into the lake, holding our hands… I'll spare you the details, but we ended up in a threesome in his bed. I didn't do much with him, but Evangelina was shaking. She's still in his bed. He left a while ago, and my girl is completely smitten, refusing to leave his room. She's begging me to stay longer in case he comes back."
I snapped at her, "Thanks for ruining my beautiful morning. What do you want from me?"
She stood up, hugged me tightly, and wouldn't let go until I swore I wasn't mad at her. The truth is, I'm not. Not even a little. I'm only twenty, but I'm an adult. I know the Longfield brothers don't belong to me. I understand this triangle between Killian and his brother turns into a twisted competition that must bruise their pride whenever they see me with the other. No—who am I kidding? I'm furious. He could have at least waited an hour. But no—Mr. Wild Sex couldn't even last five seconds before getting into bed with not one, but two women…
And to make it worse, Annia asked me to help convince Evangelina to leave his room… In what dystopian parallel world did that sound like a good idea?
I agreed just to get it over with as quickly as possible…
We went up to the fourth floor. Killian's room is two doors down from his brother's—the one I had just spent the night in…
The door was open. I rushed inside, holding Annia's hand, ready to drag that perfect, shameless, sexy girl out of his bed…
But it was all a lie. Annia said, "I'm sorry. Killian insisted. He's a gentleman. Evangelina got drunk, and we put her in my room an hour after you left. Then he spent the whole time talking about you. Goodbye."
She closed the door from the outside.
And there he was—Killian—standing in front of me, with a beautiful breakfast laid out on the table and a flower in his hand. He approached with his usual charm, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, his hair still damp from the shower, and said:
"I'm flying Annia out tomorrow. I'll take my jet and then head straight to Switzerland for two weeks on business. I want you to come with me. Just you and me—half a month together. No distractions, no confinement, no rules. Annia will ask my father if you can accompany her and say you'll be staying with her. He won't refuse. It's all arranged."
Killian pulled me into his arms and kissed me with raw passion. I melted into him completely…
"Is that a yes?" he asked.