Chapter 185: Heat in the Villa

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening in the Ashbourne villa,” Phoebe muttered, shaking her head as she peeked from the side doorway with the other maids. “It’s like a fever dream. Our cold, ruthless master… playing games like a normal person?”

Clara smiled, eyes wide with disbelief. “I thought I would never see the day. Look at him. He’s actually smiling, a real one. And Mrs. Leitana on his lap like that… she has him wrapped around her little finger.”

Maya leaned in closer, whispering, “And Miss Marita? She’s bold. First time in America and she’s already kissing Lucius? The same Lucius that never smiles? This night is wild.”

The maids stifled giggles, watching the scene unfold like it was the most entertaining show they’d ever witnessed.

The game continued, the air in the living room growing thicker and warmer with every spin.

After Leitana’s shy confession, Ravial’s hand stayed firmly on her thigh, possessive and warm. The bottle spun again.

This time it landed on Lucius.

Marita’s eyes widened. She was still flushed from their kiss, cheeks burning like fire.

Lucius looked at her with a faint, dangerous smirk. “Truth or Dare?”

Marita swallowed hard but tried to act brave. “Dare.”

Ravial’s voice was calm but carried weight. “Remove one piece of clothing. Slowly.”

Marita’s mouth fell open. “What?!”

Leitana covered her face with both hands, peeking through her fingers. “Mi Ravial… that is too much already!”

But Marita, cheeks blazing red, stood up anyway. With shaky but determined hands, she pulled off her light cardigan, revealing the thin strap top underneath. She folded the cardigan neatly and sat back down, breathing fast.

Lucius’s eyes darkened as he watched her. “Good girl,” he murmured, so low only she could hear.

Marita’s face turned even redder. She fanned herself with her hand. “This game is wicked!”

Next spin landed on Leitana again.

Ravial’s smile was pure sin. “Truth or Dare, little lamb?”

Leitana hesitated, then whispered, “Dare.”

Ravial leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Sit on my lap facing me… and grind slowly for one full minute. No stopping.”

Leitana’s eyes went huge. “Mi Ravial!”

But she obeyed, he shifted her easily so she was straddling one of his powerful thighs, her nightdress riding high on her hips. Leitana’s face was burning as she started moving, slow, shy rolls of her hips against the hard muscle beneath her. The friction was immediate and intense. She bit her lip to hold back a whimper, but small, needy sounds still escaped.

Marita covered her mouth, eyes wide. “Oh my god…”

Ravial kept his hands on the sofa, not touching her, letting her do all the work. His breathing grew heavier against her neck as she rocked faster, chasing the building pleasure.

“Fuck… look at you,” he growled quietly, only for her ears. “So pretty when you use me like this.”

Leitana’s head fell forward onto his shoulder, hips moving in desperate little circles. The wet sounds of her arousal against his thigh were unmistakable. Marita stared with wide eyes. Lucius watched with dark interest. The maids whispered frantically behind their hands.

When the minute finally ended, Leitana was trembling, breathing hard, face buried in Ravial’s neck. She was soaked, thighs slick, and aching for more.

Ravial kissed her temple, voice dark with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

The bottle spun again.

It landed on Marita.

Lucius’s turn to dare. His voice was velvet and danger. “Let me feed you a strawberry… with my mouth.”

Marita squeaked. “With your mouth?!”

But she didn’t refuse. Lucius picked up a ripe strawberry from the table, bit one end, and leaned in. Marita met him halfway. Their lips brushed as she took the other end. The juice ran down her chin. Lucius licked it off slowly, making her shiver.

Leitana whispered to Ravial, “This game is getting too hot…”

Ravial kissed her temple. “That’s the point, my lamb.”

The next spin landed on Ravial.

Leitana’s heart skipped. She was still flushed and breathing a little fast from her own dare. Everyone looked at her expectantly.

She bit her lip, thinking carefully, then spoke softly but clearly. “Truth or Dare, mi Ravial?”

Ravial’s lips curved into a slow, sinful smile. “Dare.”

Leitana’s cheeks warmed even more. She leaned closer to his ear so only he could hear the full dare, but spoke loud enough for the group to know it was spicy.

“I dare you… to kiss my neck and tell me exactly what you want to do to me tonight when we are alone. In detail.”

The room went quiet for a beat.

Ravial’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. Without hesitation, he tilted her head to the side with one hand, exposing the soft skin of her neck. He leaned in and pressed his mouth there, kissing slowly, deliberately, sucking lightly until a small mark began to form. Leitana shivered hard in his lap, a soft sound escaping her.

Then his deep voice rumbled against her skin, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Tonight,” he said, voice rough with want, “I’m going to lay you on our bed, spread those pretty thighs wide, and taste every inch of you until you’re shaking and begging. I’ll fuck you slow at first, deep, so you feel all of me. Then harder. Until the only word you remember is my name. I want you dripping down my cock, moaning so loud the whole villa hears how well I take care of what’s mine.”

Leitana’s face burned crimson. She gripped his shoulders, thighs pressing together on his lap.

Marita fanned herself dramatically. “Wow…..dis is….”she trailed off.

Lucius watched with a faint smirk, clearly entertained.

Ravial pulled back just enough to look at her flushed face, satisfaction clear in his posture. “Was that detailed enough, little lamb?”

Leitana could barely speak. She nodded quickly, hiding her face in his neck again.

The bottle spun once more.

This time it landed on Lucius.

Marita’s turn to dare. She was still blushing from Ravial’s words but tried to act confident.

“Dare,” Lucius said before she could even ask.

Marita swallowed. “I dare you… to let me sit on your lap for the next three spins. And you have to keep your hands on my waist the whole time.”

Lucius’s eyes darkened with interest. He leaned back and patted his thigh. “Come here then.”

Marita hesitated only a second before moving over and settling on his lap. Lucius’s large hands settled firmly on her waist, holding her in place. The closeness made her breath hitch.

The game was spiraling faster now, tension rising between all four of them. Laughter mixed with heated glances and flushed cheeks.

But underneath the heat, something else lingered in the corners of the room.

And growing hungrier with every passing minute.