Chapter 6 LATE NIGHT PUNISHMENT
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"Dammit, I’m dead."
Dora panicked. Was she supposed to march into his office and yell at him? No way. She didn't have the guts.
"Ugh, this is so annoying!"
She yanked at her hair, her face scrunched up in frustration. With her pouty lips and big eyes, she looked like a delicate porcelain doll. But inside, she was a mess.
She had to do something. Anything.
"Butler Lee! Butler Lee!" Dora grabbed her bag and bolted into the hall.
"Yes, young madam?" The old man appeared, his face wrinkling into a smile.
"I'm going out! Don't wait up for me for dinner!" Dora adjusted her strap, her fingers flying over her old, beat-up phone.
"Should I get the car ready?"
"No, I’ll take the subway!" Dora paused at the door, looking nervous. "And Butler Lee? Don’t tell him... I mean, don't tell Lucian."
"But—"
Too late. She was already gone, running toward the station.
"Seriously? What a traitor!"
Dora trudged back to the mansion, feeling defeated. Her best friend had kicked her out because her boyfriend was coming over.
"Now I’m stuck with that human iceberg," she muttered. The thought of sharing a bed with Lucian made her skin crawl. She needed a plan. Maybe she could negotiate for the guest room?
She checked her watch and gasped.
"Midnight? Are you kidding me?"
She slipped inside, moving like a ghost. The house was pitch black. She took a quiet breath, thinking she’d made it.
Snap.
The lights slammed on. The glare was blinding.
Lucian was there. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes cold and dangerous. The air in the room suddenly felt heavy, like a storm was coming.
"Where were you?" His voice was a low growl. "Do you know what time it is, Dora?"
Dora’s heart hammered against her ribs. "I was shopping. I lost track of time."
"And your phone? Why was it off?" He stood up, towering over her.
"The battery died," she lied, crossing her fingers behind her back.
"Is that so?" Lucian’s eyes narrowed.
He didn't buy it. He watched her—the way she trembled, the way she looked at him with those innocent, rebellious eyes. It made his blood boil.
"Come here," he said. His voice was quieter now, but his gaze was sharp as a knife.
Go over there? No freaking way. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive.
Dora shook her head and backed away. When he moved, she bolted. She scrambled for the door, her hand reaching for the handle.
"Ah!"
She didn't even touch it.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist like a vice. Before she could blink, she was yanked back against a hard, warm chest.
She was caught.
"Let go! Let me go!" Dora screamed, hitting his shoulders with everything she had.
"Shut up!" Lucian snapped. He didn't waste a second. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.
"No! Please—" Dora scrambled back, shaking. Tears blurred her vision. "I’m sorry! I won't do it again! Just... just don't hit me!"
Hit her?
Lucian let out a dark, dry laugh. He didn't hit women. He had a much better way to deal with her—the way a man deals with a woman.
He smirked, looking like a wolf. Before she could move, he lunged forward and pinned her down onto the silk sheets.
"You..." Dora gasped. The look in his eyes was terrifying. It was pure hunger.
"Stop talking," he hissed. "You’re about to find out how much trouble you're in."
He crushed his lips against hers, cutting off her breath. It wasn't a soft kiss—it was a claim. His tongue forced its way in, tasting her. At the same time, his hand moved under her clothes, gripping her tight.
Dora let out a muffled moan. He pinned her hands over her head. She was trapped, her eyes wide and full of tears.
No... stop...
She tried to fight him. She tried to hate it. But her body wasn't listening to her brain. When his fingers touched her skin, she felt a spark of heat. Without meaning to, she arched her back, leaning into him.
She felt so ashamed. She didn't want to be this weak, but she couldn't stop herself.
Lucian felt her go from stiff to soft. He didn't slow down. With one sharp rip, he tore her dress right down the middle. He stripped off his own clothes and pushed her legs apart. He was all muscle and heat, and he didn't give her a second to breathe before he thrust inside.
"It hurts! Stop! Get off me!" Dora’s eyes snapped open. The pain was sharp, like she was being torn apart. All the color drained from her face as she sobbed.
Lucian froze for a second. Seeing her so broken made him feel a tiny sting of guilt. But it was too late to stop. He pushed the feeling away and started moving faster.
He was relentless. He pushed her higher and higher, dragging her through a blur of pain and pleasure.
"I hate you... I hate you!" Dora cried out. But as he kept going, her cries turned into shaky, breathless moans.
"Fine by me," Lucian muttered.
He didn't care about her words. He grabbed her waist, hit his limit, and finally collapsed. He lay there, heavy and exhausted, as sleep started to take over.
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