For this meticulously calculated trip to the amusement park, Selena had specifically chosen a pair of tight, dark denim jeans. This coarse, resilient fabric was originally intended to make her feel like a capable Alpha heir in motion; now, however, it had become a cruel irony. The snug fit outlined the firm, pert curves of her buttocks with devastating clarity, allowing Lucian behind her to feel her heat and incredible elasticity without any obstruction.
Every mechanical rise and fall of the carousel felt like a choreographed desecration. Selena’s body jolted slightly with the rhythm of the wooden horse; with every downward dip, her damp, burning cheeks pressed deeper into Lucian’s groin. Lucian was no saint; his eyes, burning with a golden fire, locked onto the stray strands of hair danc
