His dangerous obsession

Chapter3

The red emergency lights flashed slowly against the concrete walls, and a low alarm echoed through the room.

I didn't try to break out immediately. I knew Lucian was smart and careful. Leaving me locked in a room while someone attacked his docks was just a test to see if I would panic and try to escape.

So I sat back down against the wall, resting my hands on my knees, and waited.

Twenty minutes passed.

Finally, the heavy metal door unlocked with a quiet click. The red emergency lights turned off, and the warm yellow lights turned back on.

Lucian stepped into the room. He was alone.

He looked calm, but his black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing his chest. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand. The door sealed tightly behind him.

"You didn't try to run," he said, his voice low and heavy.

"I told you," I said, looking up at him. "I don't run."

Lucian walked toward me slowly. He tossed his glass onto a shelf near the door. The tension in the room grew very fast. He stopped right in front of me and crouched down so we were eye to eye.

"You're a puzzle, Maya," he whispered. "Most people would be terrified in this room. But you look like you're right where you want to be."

"Maybe I am," I whispered back.

He reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, his thumb holding my chin up. The touch was firm and sent a sudden rush of heat right through me.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice dropping into a dark growl. "Why are you really here?"

"I'm here for trouble," I said, leaning closer until my breath touched his skin.

Lucian let out a heavy breath, and his cool composure completely vanished.

He pulled me into a hard, deep kiss. His tongue pressed into my mouth, claiming me with an intense hunger. I didn't push him away. I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer and biting his lower lip until he groaned.

He shoved my knees apart and pinned me against the cold floor. He reached under my shirt, his warm, rough hands sliding down my belly and slipping right under my pants.

His touch was direct and heavy. He pushed my underwear aside and slid his fingers straight between my legs.

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

I said

Please don't stop.

"Look at how wet you are for a man who could kill you," Lucian growled against my skin.

He pushed two fingers deep inside me. I gasped out loud, arching my back as my legs trembled against his hips. He moved his hand in a fast, steady rhythm, pumping deep inside me while his thumb pressed hard against my c**t.

"Lucian,"I gasped, holding onto his arms as the intense pleasure built up in my stomach.

"Say my name again," he demanded, pushing three fingers inside me, stretching me wide and moving fast without stopping.

The feeling was overwhelming.

I was dripping wet as his hand worked between my legs, pumping deep until every nerve in my body was completely sensitive.

"Lucian!" I shouted, pushing my hips up against his hand.

He didn't slow down. He worked his fingers inside me until a sudden, intense wave of pleasure slammed through my whole body. My muscles clenched tight around his hand, and I shuddered as I c*m hard against him, gasping for air.

Lucian let out a rough grunt as he pulled his wet hand back. He looked at his wet fingers, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while watching my eyes.

"My turn," he growled.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled his hard length out, and yanked my pants down. He lifted my legs, lined himself up at my wet entrance, and pushed all the way inside me with one deep stroke.

The fullness was intense. My body gripped him tight as he began moving in a heavy, powerful rhythm. Every deep stroke slammed him deep into me, driving me back against the concrete wall as he filled me over and over.

"You're mine, Maya," he panted, holding my hips tightly to pin me down under his weight.

He moved faster and harder, filling the quiet room with the heavy heat of our bodies. I wrapped my arms around his neck, biting his shoulder as another wave of intense pleasure started to build. He hit the deep spot inside me every single time until he reached his absolute limit.

With a final, hard push, Lucian slammed all the way inside me. He let out a low roar, his whole body going stiff as he poured himself inside me, his heart hammering against my chest.

For several minutes, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

Lucian stayed heavy on top of me, kissing my neck gently, a touch so unexpectedly soft it made my heart drop.

Slowly, he pulled out and stood up, adjusting his clothes. My legs were shaking, but I forced myself to stand up and fix my jacket.

Lucian buckled his belt, his dark hair messy over his forehead. He reached out and gently wiped a tear of pleasure from my cheek.

"You're unlike anyone I've ever met," he murmured softly. "I'm not letting you go, Maya."

I looked into his eyes and gave him a soft, gentle smile.

"I know," I whispered.

He turned toward the shelf to grab his coat. His back was turned to me for just three seconds, completely relaxed, completely trusting me.

In those three seconds, my gentle smile vanished.

My face turned completely cold. I reached into the hidden inner pocket of my leather jacket, pulled out a tiny spray canister, and pressed it directly against the back of his neck.

Pfft.

Lucian froze instantly. His eyes widened in shock as the liquid sank into his skin. He tried to turn around and grab his gun, but his knees gave out immediately. He fell to the floor, his muscles completely locking up from the fast-acting chemical.

He stared up at me, his eyes full of anger and deep shock.

"What did you do?" he choked out, unable to move his lips properly.

I stepped forward and crouched down right in front of him, looking into his eyes. I reached out and softly brushed his hair back.

"You asked me who sent me," I said quietly, my voice calm and completely steady. "Nobody sent me, Lucian. I came for you myself."

I reached into his unbuttoned shirt and slid his passkey card out of his pocket, along with my hidden USB drive from the wall.

"You thought I was just a scared witness," I whispered, leaning down close to his ear. "You had no idea who you brought into your house. My name isn't Maya. And five years ago

You killed my father."

Lucian's eyes flared with realization, but he couldn't speak or move a single muscle.

I stood up and swiped his passkey card against the door scanner. The heavy metal door opened with a hiss.

I turned back one last time, looking down at the most dangerous man in the city lying helpless on the floor.

"Thank you for the fun, Mr. Vance," I said softly.

Then I walked out, leaving the door wide open behind me.