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Lucian
I woke up at seven, fully rested, the kind of rest that settles deep in your bones. I hadn’t expected to spend the night at the Mansion, but with everything that had happened, it felt right. Today, I planned to confront my father-and strangely, everything was falling into place.
I brushed my teeth and stepped back into the room. Mara was already awake, moving quietly in her own rhythm. She gave me that soft smile she always did in the mornings, then headed into the bathroom to freshen up. I sank into the single-sitter by the corner window, wearing nothing but my shorts-and the morning hardness that came with her mere
presence.
She returned, dressed in a silk black nightdress that barely skimmed her thighs. Black lace peeked beneath the hem. The way the morning light hit her skin made it impossible to look away.
I held out a hand.
She arched a brow but walked over, her curiosity piqued. When she reached me, I gently guided her down across my lap.
She didn’t resist.
Her nightdress rode up slightly as she settled, giving me a perfect view of the lace teasing her curves. I ran a slow hand over her, feeling her shiver.
“What were you thinking, slipping your panties into my pocket?” I asked, voice low.
She didn’t answer.
I gave her a gentle smack-not punishment, but a reminder. She gasped, then sighed, a sound that went straight to my
gut.
“I’m waiting, Mara.”
Still, silence. I slid my hand along her thigh, then up between her legs, pressing lightly through the thin lace. She was warm. Responsive. Her body already answering the questions her mouth refused.
When she still didn’t speak, I eased the lace down, revealing the truth of her desire. I traced slow, deliberate circles along her entrance with my thumb. Her hips rocked instinctively.
“You’re soaked,” I murmured.
“Lucian, please…”
Her voice was breathy, pleading.
“I need an answer.”
I slipped one finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me. The way she moved told me everything-how much she’d wanted this, how much she’d been waiting.
Finally, she whispered, “To give you something to think about…”
I smiled. “It worked.”
I helped her up and pointed toward the bed. “On your hands and knees.”
She moved quickly, the silk sliding off one shoulder as she climbed onto the mattress. The sight of her, waiting like that, made it almost impossible to breathe.
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“I’ve waited two days for this,” I said as I joined her. “Now you’re going to take every bit of it.”
Her answer was a quiet, desperate “Yes.”
No more waiting.
I pressed into her slowly, and she welcomed me with a soft cry, her body tightening around mine. We moved together in perfect rhythm, need driving us, the space between us closing with every breath. There was no rush, no fumbling-just connection, deep and consuming.
This wasn’t just release.
It was a reclaiming.
She was slick, tight, and impossibly warm-and the second I was fully inside her, the world around us vanished.
I gripped her hips as the pressure built fast, my rhythm deep and driving, pushed by days of restraint. My growl rumbled low in my chest as I fought to stay in control-to stay in my form-but it was getting harder with every thrust.
Mara moaned my name, her voice breaking as I moved faster. All the tension, the politics, the chaos-none of it mattered.
Not here. Not with her.
When she came, her body clenching around me, I couldn’t hold back. I followed her over the edge, releasing everything in
a wave that left me breathless.
I pulled out gently, both of us flushed and gasping. She collapsed onto the mattress, limbs sprawled, a satisfied smile
tugging at her lips.
“Ready for breakfast?” I asked with a smirk.
She laughed between breaths. “Now I am. Can’t wait to hear what your father has to say for himself.”
I leaned in and kissed her, soft and slow. But even as I pulled away, I knew I wasn’t finished. Not yet.
I eased her back onto the pillows, lowered myself between her legs, and made good on what was left unsaid. She moaned
again, fingers twisted in the sheets. We didn’t stop until just before eight.
After a short rest, we showered together, stole a few more lingering touches, then dressed in something comfortable. As
we stepped out of our wing, we ran into Darian and Tiffany. After a round of greetings, we all headed toward the breakfast
lounge together.
Martha’s expression said it all when we arrived-surprised and unsettled. She clearly hadn’t expected us back so soon. Apparently, the mansion’s staff kept better secrets than she did.
Everyone settled into their places. Oddly, Lacy wasn’t at the table. Not that it mattered-she had no role in what was
coming.
Then came my father.
He strolled in like he still owned the world and looked irritated the moment he saw me. He greeted Darian and Tiffany, bypassing me completely.
Mara, being her ever-gracious self, greeted him warmly.
He ignored her too.
So that was the tone he wanted to set? Fine.
“Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again, Lucian,” he growled across the table. “You may be Alpha, but I am still your
father.”
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I met his glare head-on.
“Then you should’ve respected my mother-and me-enough to act like one.”
His jaw clenched. Martha stiffened beside him.
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“You are a disgrace,” I continued. “I know everything. About your trips to Neev. The brothels in Goldenpeak. The way you squandered my mother’s wealth-on yourself, and on Martha’s family. How you planned to hand over my inheritance to Darian, just to please your wife.”
Martha gasped, standing suddenly, but I didn’t flinch.
“You mistreated my mother’s relatives. You turned your back on her name. And I’m telling you now-I want every penny
accounted for. The Goldenpeak Villa? It’s going up for sale. If you want to keep it, buy it back-from me. With yourmoney
Martha’s lips curled with fury.
The room fell into an uneasy silence.
But for the first time in a long time, I felt calm.
This was just the beginning.
