Eva stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at the body the two bodyguards had dropped off. His face was hidden beneath long, disheveled hair.
The silence in the room was deafening, her mind racing with doubts. Suddenly, her phone buzzed from the drawer on the bedside table.
She opened it and saw the message. Her breath hitched. I need to do this... before he wakes up.
The phone slipped from her hand. She felt her chest tighten with fear. I thought I could handle this. But can I really do it?
Taking a deep breath, Eva loosened the belt of her robe. It slid off her shoulders, and she stood naked by the bed.
Her heart pounded as she climbed over the man's body, her fingers trembling as she reached out to move his hair from his face.
Before she could touch him, he moved. In a flash, she was flipped onto her back, her breath catching as the man towered over her, his face still hidden behind a veil of wild hair.
She stared, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"Who are you?" his voice cut through the silence, low and menacing.
Eva froze, her throat tightening. She couldn't respond, her mind blank.
He reached up, pushing his hair back from his face, revealing blood-red eyes that glowed in the dim light.
She gasped, her body trembling beneath him. What... is he?
"I asked you a question," he growled, his hand wrapping around her throat. "Who. Are. You?"
"I—I..." Eva's voice failed her. She was trapped, pinned beneath him, unable to think straight.
He narrowed his eyes, leaning in closer. "You don't belong here. Why are you in my bed?"
"I was... I didn't..." Eva stammered, her voice weak and shaking.
His grip tightened briefly, then he winced, clutching his head as though in pain.
"What's happening to me?" he muttered under his breath, his voice strained. His gaze flickered down to her, now darker, more intense.
Before Eva could react, his body shifted. He dipped his head toward her collarbone and sank his teeth into her skin. She cried out in pain, her hands instinctively pushing against his chest.
"Stop!" she gasped, struggling to breathe as she tried to shove him off. Her strength was no match for his.
"You're not going anywhere," he rasped, his voice cold and dangerous.
His hands pinned hers down, and he lowered his mouth to her breast, his lips closing around her nipple.
Eva gasped, her body betraying her as a soft moan escaped her lips. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to suppress it. This... can't be happening.
The man lifted his head, his red eyes locking onto hers. "You moan like you enjoy it," he murmured darkly, his lips brushing her ear. "Is this what you came for?"
Eva's heart raced, her body reacting in ways she couldn't control. "No..." she whispered, but even she didn't believe her own words.
The man's eyes darkened as he loomed over her.
"I'll grant you what you want... now," he said, his voice dripping with cold amusement. "But only because I seem to be in the mood. And it looks like I've been drugged."
Eva's heart pounded, her breath hitching as his words sank in.
"But know this," he continued, his gaze turning deadly. "After tonight... I will kill you."
Her stomach dropped. "W-what?" she stammered, panic surging through her body.
Before she could react, he tore off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing rippling muscles beneath pale, flawless skin. He was like a marble statue—perfect, cold, and terrifying.
Eva couldn't stop herself from staring. This can't be real.
He caught her staring and raised an eyebrow. "Are you done?
Because there are more pending issues that needs to be attended to." His lips curled into a dark smirk as he shifted his gaze downward toward his crotch.
Eva followed his eyes, her heart nearly stopping as she gasped at the sight. His size was... overwhelming.
"I... I..." she scrambled back, trying to sit up. "I'm not interested anymore! Please, let me go!" Her voice was shaky, filled with desperation.
"No." His voice was cold, his eyes glowing with dark amusement. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?
." He leaned closer, his lips inches from her ear. "I am Lucian. I take orders from no one."
Eva's breath caught in her throat as his eyes became an even deeper shade of blood-red, glowing menacingly.
She froze, paralyzed by his gaze, unable to speak, unable to move.
Without waiting for her to recover from the shock, Lucian bent down again. His lips captured her neck once more and sending sparks all through Eva's body.
Lucian paused, pulling his lips away from Eva's skin. His eyes bore into hers, now filled with a raw, consuming lust.
Without a word, he lifted his hand and brought it to her mouth. His fingers brushed her trembling lips before he slowly pushed them inside.
"Suck," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative, watching her closely as his fingers slid in and out of her mouth. His gaze never wavered, locked onto her as if he were devouring her whole.
Eva's heart raced, but she obeyed, her body acting on its own. The sensation of his fingers pushing past her lips sent a shiver down her spine.
He let out a small, satisfied grunt before pulling his fingers free. Then, without breaking eye contact, he reached down and loosened his belt with a deliberate slowness.
The sound of the leather sliding through the loops filled the air, heightening the tension.
Lucian grabbed Eva's hand, guiding it down to his crotch.
"Touch me," he ordered, his tone sharp and unyielding.
Eva's mind spun in chaos. His demand was relentless, and as he pushed her hand inside his trousers, she could feel the heat and hardness of him beneath her palm.
"Do it," he growled, his breath heavy with desire as his hand held hers in place.