Chapter 50 The Taste of Trust
THE WARMTH of a little hand touched Lena's cheeks. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the familiar white ceiling. Angel's face appeared, smiling at her sweetly.
She's in her bedroom. She remembered Lucian carrying her back to her bedroom in the middle of the night, laying her gently beside her sleeping daughter. She remembered him pulling the blanket to cover her body. He kissed her lips and Angel's forehead before he left, thinking she's asleep.
Her eyes automatically fled to the balcony, and just as expected, she saw a piece of flower.
Lena tried to search for something like guilt, but there was none.
This was the third time she gave herself to Lucian. The first time was to earn money to feed her daughter. It was suffocating because even if she wanted what happened, she didn't find it memorable. The second time she gave herself to him was filled with guilt. It was terrifying. But this time, there was nothing negative. It was all pure bliss. Like this was meant to happen. Like she yearned for this for so long.
"Good morning, mommy," Angel greeted her happily.
Lena kissed her daughter's cheek. "Good morning, sweetie..."
Later at the breakfast table, she tried to act normal.
Although she could feel Lucian's shameless stares every movement she made.
She tried to be the mother who prepared food with steady hands, who smiled at Angel's stories, who didn't burn the eggs because her mind was too full of the way Lucian's mouth had felt against her skin, and the way he's watching her like no one else interests him but her.
She sat beside Angel at the table, gently urging her to eat, eyes flicking up every few seconds.
Lucian was sitting comfortably across from her, eyes were glued to her. He was dressed handsomely, of course. Loose gray shirt, dark pants, damp hair swept back from his face. But his eyes were so intense. It made her pulse stutter.
His stares were deliberate, heated, intense, and nerve-wrecking. Like he was memorizing her all over again. Like he could still taste her on his tongue.
And it made her stomach twist. Not from guilt or what. But from nervousness and electrifying sensations.
Angel didn't notice the silence. She kept talking, babbling about a new drawing she wanted to finish later, excited about using the new pencil Lena had sharpened for her.
Lena smiled and nodded in all the right places, but her hands trembled around her fork. She couldn't meet Lucian's eyes. Every time she tried, the weight of desire came flooding in.
Has she gone shameless? Why didn't she feel guilty? Why didn't she feel bad for Viktor, the owner of the house, the person who promised her a good future for her daughter. She didn't feel anything like that. She's just...happy.
After breakfast, she went upstairs to get Angel's back pack and her own bag. She was about to exit the bedroom when someone grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall.
Lena's eyes widened when she was greeted by Lucian's soft and warm lips against hers.
"Lucian!" She growled lowly, but she couldn't help but feel the sudden rush of sensations.
Lucian smiled at her sweetly. "Did you get a good sleep?"
Lena looked around, nervous. "What are you doing, Lucian? Someone might see us."
He shook his head and pecked on her lips again. His hands traveled down to her waist, keeping her in place. "No one will. So, my question?"
She swallowed hard. "Yes. I...had a good sleep."
"Not sore?" Lucian's brow shot up.
Lena gasped. "You pervert!"
"I'm not," Lucian chuckled again. "It's a normal question, baby. I'm just worried. I know the size of my c-ck is not ordinary. I don't want you regretting it because I was too big."
Lena's cheeks burned as she hit his chest. "God! You're really something!"
Lena's heart skipped when Lucian gave her a gentle smile. Her eyes were staring at her lovingly.
She pushed Lucian's chest. "Get away from me, Lucian."
His brows immediately furrowed. "Are you going to avoid me again? Do you regret what happened last night?"
Lena groaned. "I'm being careful," she whispered. "What if someone reported us to Viktor? You'd be sorry."
He studied her for a long, quiet second. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sorry."
Her breath hitched. "Lucian!"
Lucian's chuckle was slow, low, and sexy. He caressed her cheeks and leaned close, kissing her lips again. This time, it wasn't a peck. The kiss was gentle, soft, and careful. An innocent kiss, but not simple.
His lips graze hers, gentle and warm. He was enjoying it, taking his time. No tongue. Just pure brushing of lips that gives her butterflies.
Lena's eyes were shut tightly as she gave in. Her palms pressed against his hard chest as she enjoyed his kisses. And when he pulled away, he pressed their foreheads together.
"Do you remember what I said last night, Magdalena?" Lucian asked with a hoarse voice.
She opened her eyes and slowly nodded. "Yes..."
"What did I say?" Lucian was like testing her.
"Y-You're..." Lena paused and swallowed hard, her whole face turning red. "You're in love with me."
The corner of Lucian's lips rose. "Good. Keep that in your pretty head. I'm in love with you, and there's no way to redeem myself anymore."
And then he kissed her. Again.
This time, it was hard, hungry.
His hand gripped her waist and pulled her against him, her back pressed into the wall as his mouth devoured hers, hot, claiming, relentless. She whimpered between his kisses.
And like always, her body betrayed her long before her mind caught up. Her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back.
His mouth moved to her neck, teeth grazing the soft skin just below her ear. "You taste better when you're blushing," he whispered, voice rough, sinful.
"Lucian..." she gasped, half a plea, half a warning. But it was hopeless. She's already drowning.
He kissed her again, harder this time, and that's when they heard it.
Footsteps.
Light. Approaching.
Lena pushed him with sudden strength, heart beating loud and fast.
A maid was standing in the hallway, eyes wide with surprise as she stared at them.
It's Eva. Again.
"Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am, sir. I didn't realize-" Eva doesn't know what to do, and so was Lena.
Lucian stood beside her, too calm. Too smug.
The maid stood awkwardly, then turned away and disappeared in the staircase. As soon as she was gone, Lena turned to Lucian, face flushed, chest heaving.
Viktor asked Eva to watch her. No, no!
She stared at him, every nerve on fire. "Lucian, she'll report to Viktor."
She was rendered speechless when Lucian cupped her cheeks, staring down at her. "No, baby. She won't. Trust me."
And just like that, she slowly calmed down.
Trust him.
That's why. That's why she's not scared. Because he gave her so much assurance. Because she knows his true feelings. It was because they share the same feelings. And she knows that she didn't voluntarily offer herself to Viktor. Instead, she gave herself to Lucian. All of her.