Playing With Fire

Chapter4

"Your home is beautiful and everything looks very expensive." I strolled through the room, over to the vast window. We're high up, giving me a wide view of the city and the lights.

"So, what are you cooking?"I asked him.

"Something simple. You like pasta?"

"Yes."

"Ravioli or fettuccine."

"Any."

"You can freshen up and change out of the clothes if you like."

"I will. Do you need my help in the kitchen?"

"Nope, my treat. Just relax."

There was a dining room, a little kitchen, a living room, and even a space with a pool table. The mahogany and white checkered floor stood out against the dim tones of everything else as I trudged along. My footsteps faltered when I came upon the wall of glass. I peered out, stunned to see a swimming pool…this couldn't be where he planned to start a family with Jania and his unborn child. I walked into his bedroom and everything looked simple and minimalistic. It seemed he had recently moved into the apartment as I noticed the lack of clothing in his closet. I searched through his cupboards and found nothing of relevance after making sure there were no cameras in the room. I couldn't be too sure, so I chose to search covertly before showering.

I hurriedly walked back to the kitchen, in fear of being poisoned or drugged. I met a peculiar sight, one that made me pause to appreciate. His jacket lay on the counter behind him, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his hands submerged in the hot, soapy suds. He scrubbed a glass with an intensity that worried me. I was surprised it didn't shatter in his hands."

"Hi," I said softly as I snuck behind him.

"You look pretty."He complimented with a smile on his face.

Either he had very good ears or he wasn't scared of anything.

I backed away from him.

"Sorry, this was what I could find," I said as I sat down.

"No problem, the shirt looks better on you anyway." He told me with a light shrug of his shoulders.

"Need a hand?" I asked him, my eyes fixated on the pot and every spice he added.

"Just let me rinse this off, then I'm done." He said after cutting the onions.

"Hm…it smells nice in here." I complimented him as he chuckled and said, "Wait till you taste it."

"White wine?" He asked me after dishing my food and placing it in front of me.

"Yeah. I love sparkling wine." I mumbled as I stared at the pasta with suspicion. It looked good, but poisoned food can also look good.

"Dig in." He stated as I looked at his disgustingly attractive face. I picked up my fork and tasted the pasta.

I felt nothing, but the sweet burst of flavour on my tongue.

"You are welcome." I heard him say as I realized I had closed my eyes to relish the taste of the pasta.

"You can sleep in the guest bedroom." He told me that after he washed the dishes we ate with.

"I smeared my lipstick on your shirt," I said to him as I noticed the pink tint of my bubblegum lipstick on the sleeve of his shirt. He shrugged and bent his head close to my face. My body stiffened as I waited for an attack.

"Sweet dreams." He whispered to me before pecking the side of my mouth. I watched him head to his bedroom after that. My heart was in a frenzy as I quickly rushed to the guest bedroom to sleep. An hour into the night, I continued staring at the ceiling as I snuggled myself under the blanket. I was extremely curious about this man. Lucas. My mind kept wandering how his lips would taste on mine or how his touch would warm my body up. I groaned while I turned to the right side of the bed again.

My first night in the city and I was already in a stranger's home, not just a stranger–Lucas King, my sister's murderer. He had every chance to poison or take me out, but he didn't. I still had to search for clues and so I quietly walked towards his bedroom. His bedroom light was still on and I contemplated sneaking in or returning to bed.

"Come in." His masculine baritone said as it drew me out of my thoughts. I timidly pushed the door open and closed it behind me.

"Hi."

"Hey, is there a problem?" He asked me while slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes fixed on mine as he pulled it open. My lips felt dry as I tried not to look, I tried not to keep eye contact, but I simply couldn't help it. My eyes were drawn to his toned chest as he pulled off the shirt and revealed his prominent abs. I took in the sight of his sculptured body while the words left my lips.

"You look beautiful, especially when you look at me like that." I heard him say before lifting my eyes to meet his.

"Like what?" I asked him as he smirked and approached me.

"Like you need me…badly." He answered as my face reddened.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked him softly while he ran his fingers over my lips.

"It depends…Can I kiss you?" He sensually asked me as I stared into his eyes, my lips parted slightly before it slowly wrapped around his thumb.

I didn't know who was seducing whom, but I still had a wedding to stop.

He smirked slightly before slowly pulling his thumb out and he placed his lips on mine. We moved in sync, his right hand resting on the curve of my back and the other cupped my face. His soft lips romanticized mine as a moan danced at the back of my throat, I slowly nibbled his lower lip and he let out a quiet moan. The desire in me stirred as I heard his moan, making my hands move from his chest to his shoulder-length hair.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled me closer to him, and my boobs reacted to him as my n*****s poked at his chest. His hand cupping my face, now stayed on my neck, gently squeezing as our kiss became passionate.

I let out a moan as his tongue chased after mine, his hand left my back and lifted my leg before pushing me against the table.

"How old are you?"I heard him ask me while the feeling of his thumb against my c**t distracted me as I stuttered out the lie, "Twenty… twenty-three."

"You are young." He whispered against my ear as he massaged my left breast "You?"I asked him huskily, despite knowing his age and he answered, "Forty-two."

I muttered," It's not up to twenty years."

By the time he pulled away, my head was spinning with need. He pressed his forehead against mine, still holding me against him as our

breathing slowed to normal. His eyes that met mine were dancing

with excitement too. "You are way too young though.".He mumbled as I cupped his face and shook my head in denial. "I don't care." He looked like he was fighting for control. I could see the conflict across his face; he wanted to f**k me on his bed, just like I was silently envisioning.

"Please, Lucas," I whispered as I pecked his cheeks.

"Please…" I said before placing my lips on his soft lips. He immediately returned the kiss passionately and I smiled proudly against his lips.

"f**k, Jo." He moaned huskily as a finger slipped into me, working my insides, slowly. My gasps increased and my moans loudened as he added another finger.

He kissed me aggressively as his fingers moved in me while my pleasure continued to build up. My hips bucked slightly against him before he used his free hand to push the books on the table down to the floor.

He raised my other leg and at this point, I was sitting on the table with my legs hooked around his waist while his fingers moved in and out with his thumb rubbing my c**t.

I couldn't hold it any longer, I could feel it–my pleasure was waiting to burst, and as his lips left mine and nibbled on my earlobe gently, I lost control. My legs shook slightly as my breathing felt labored, while I climaxed. He smiled against my neck as he felt my insides contract against his fingers.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered as I whimpered softly.

He gently carried me to the bed and brought out a towel from his wardrobe. I felt weak and breathless as he cleaned me up gently.

"Go to sleep, mi amore." He softly told me and kissed my forehead. I felt guilty for seducing him, but now I had to make sure h

is fiancée knew about this before the wedding tomorrow.