Chapter 4:
Begging Begins
Lucian’s dark eyes burned with satisfaction as he heard my plea. He stood, pulling me up with him in one fluid motion, his strong hands never leaving my body. The alcohol still hummed in my veins, but the desperate need I felt was sharper than any liquor. He led me toward the open kitchen area, the marble island cool and smooth under the ambient lighting. “Strip for me, little girl,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. “Slowly. And tell me exactly what you need while you do it.”
My hands trembled with arousal as I obeyed. I slipped the straps of my tight black mini dress down my shoulders, revealing my full breasts inch by inch. “Please, Lucian,” I whispered, my voice already breaking. “I need you to f**k me. I have been aching for it all night.” The
