Billionaire’s Guilt: Chasing her back

Chapter 3

Lily complies with her husband’s request and remains at home.

Despite her deep feelings for him, there’s an undeniable tension in their relationship stemming from his resentment toward her, a sentiment amplified by the fact that she was “gifted” to him by his stepmother—an act he resents given his strained relationship with his family.

With a heavy sigh, Lily slumps onto the sofa, her mind consumed by the question: *What am I gonna do to make him love me?*

Lost in thought, she remains in this position for some time, her eyes closed, until the sound of his car honk jolts her awake. Blinking open her eyes, she checks her phone for the time, only to discover it’s late, and her neck throbs with stiffness. *Did I sleep off?*

Pushing herself up from the sofa, Lily makes her way to the door, where she spots her husband stepping out of his car. But something seems off— he looks drunk.

She rushes to his side, steadying him before he can stumble. Her nose wrinkles in disapproval as she frowns. “Goodness, Luc, you reek of alcohol and cigarettes!”

With a swaying motion, Lucian lets out a low chuckle. “So what? Count yourself lucky there’s no… cocaine to the mix, because I could really go for some right… about… now…” His words taper off as he nearly loses his balance, but she catches him just in time.

Concern etches across Lily’s face as she gazes at him. “How could you even drive in this state, Luc? You… need to put an end to this behavior. You’re going to be a father, and this is not the example you want to set for our children.”

He envelops her in a tight embrace, his expression softening. “I’m sorry… I’ve never been so wrong in my life, and I’m… I’m so sorry…” His words, filled with remorse, leave her feeling bewildered

“Let’s get you inside, Luc. You need a warm bath,” she suggests, guiding him indoors while holding his hand.

He jerks his hand away, staggering backward with a scowl, and strides off on his own, declaring, “I’m not helpless. I can manage on my own.”

In their bedroom, he settles onto the bed, shedding his jacket and long-sleeved shirt. With his sleeves removed and clad in his innerwear, he collapses onto the bed, his tattooed arms splayed out, looking exhausted.

Observing him with a sigh, Lily moves to sit beside him, assisting him in removing his shoes and socks before moving on to unfasten his belt.

Lucian’s gaze remains fixed on her, and suddenly, he grasps her arm, pulling her towards him, causing her to stumble with a gasp.

He rolls over, bringing her along, until he hovers above her as she lies on her back.

Lily’s breath catches as she gazes into his enigmatic pale green eyes. *What is he going to do?* she wonders, feeling a flush of warmth spreading through her body.

Lucian closes the gap between them, his breath grazing her skin, though tainted with the scent of alcohol, it’s the last thing on her mind in that moment.

His lips hesitantly brush against hers, and just as she’s about to respond, he pulls away, murmuring, “I reek, don’t I?”

She shakes her head eagerly, her desire growing by the second. “I don't mind,” she breathes out.

A small smile plays on his lips as he crashes them back onto hers, engulfing her in a greedy kiss.

*I really don't mind,* she thinks to herself, welcoming his kiss with arms around his neck.

Their heads tilt as their mouths move in perfect harmony, each feeling the taste of the other. After a while, Lily pulls away with a gasp, his taste too overwhelming to bear, and he trails kisses down her neck, drawing a moan from her lips, before grabbing her shirt, and ripping it off.

*Oh God, saw that coming,* her inner voice whispers, as her ample breasts and swollen stomach are exposed to his hungry gaze.

She notices he’s not doing anything and looks down to find him staring at her stomach. Curiosity grips her; she desperately wants to know what he’s thinking, as his silence leaves much unsaid.

Suddenly, he buries his mouth on one of her breasts, roughly sucking and playing with it, sending shivers down her spine.

The ache in her chest intensifies, evoking a low groan, yet she welcomes the sensation. She bites her lips, her hips instinctively responding to the sensation, cherishing the brief moment, aware it’s a rare occurrence —except when he’s drunk.

He feasts on both breasts with voracious hunger, as though addicted to the act, and she knows how easily he can become addicted to things.

Lily’s moans fill the air, running her fingers through his hair, desperate to prolong the ecstasy, to freeze this moment in time.

As the moments stretch into an eternity, he raises himself up, and she watches him shed his pants, her gaze fixated on his determined expression. *Does he know what he's about to do?*

Nevertheless, she strips off her own clothing and positions herself at the center of the bed, now completely exposed.

Her eyes lock onto his impressive ten-inch c**k, standing proud and rigid, and she recalls the challenge of handling him during their last encounter. A sudden rush of apprehension courses through her as she contemplates how her pregnant self will deal with his drunken self.

Despite her fear, she’s already wet and eager for him, bracing herself for the inevitable moment when he thrusts his d**k inside her, knowing full well the impact it will have. As he enters her, a guttural groan escapes her lips involuntarily.

Gasping, she feels his powerful hands grip her lower back as he drives into her with relentless force. “f**k! Oh God,” she cries out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to accommodate him.

With each thrust, she repeats the mantra to herself: *I want this. I want this.*

“Luc…” she writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. “Luc… oh, God… ahhh!” she cries out, feeling him stretching her to her limits, his c**k pushing her beyond what she thought possible, overwhelming her.

It’s something she yearns, something she wants to become accustomed to.

She hugs him tightly as he pounds into her, both of them lost in the ecstasy. Part of her wants him to stop, but the other part is desperate for more.

Their moans fill the room as they both reach the peak of pleasure, Luc spilling his load deep inside her. He collapses onto her chest, his breath heavy and his eyes closed in bliss.

Lily manages to push him off, groaning as the strain on her back intensifies.

Lucian sits up on the bed, his head throbbing relentlessly, before making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

Lily releases a heavy sigh, feeling utterly drained. Struggling to rise from the bed, discomfort etching across her features, she places a hand on her lower abdomen, sensing the tightening sensation within.

Tears well in her eyes as she mulls over the return to his usual attitude toward her tomorrow.