Chapter 27 His Possessiveness
SIENNA
Unbeknownst to me, Lucian was crushing his cigarette while I tried to shoo my ex-husband away. My hands subtly pushed against his chest, my voice calm but firm. “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, ETHAN. I don't want to know what happened between you and your beloved.” I just hoped he would get a hint because he was becoming more annoying.
But he didn’t.
He kept speaking, stepping closer with that familiar arrogance that always made my skin crawl. Every word, every insistence, grated against me like nails on a chalkboard. I was trying… so hard… to keep my composure, to maintain some sense of control in front of everyone, but I could feel eyes glancing our way, drawn to the tension between us.
And then I felt it—a strange, tingling heat creeping up my inner thighs.
I froze mid-sentence, my words cutting off as a shiver rolled through me. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. I reached instinctively to the delicate lingerie beneath my dress… and felt it. The vibrator.
Lucian. He had activated the vibrator. My heart dropped to my stomach. That means he was around and had been watching me and Ethan.
I darted my gaze around the room, panic clawing at my chest, and my eyes locked on him. He was standing above us, leaning slightly against the balcony railing, smoke curling from the cigarette he still held. His dark eyes were fixed on me, and the moment our gazes met, I felt my blood run cold.
He looked… possessive, jealous, and angry. Like he could kill somebody at a snap. His lips curled into a smile, sharp, dark, and merciless, that sent shivers down my spine.
I tried to look away, tried to focus on Ethan, and tried to shove down the rising heat, but it was impossible. Lucian’s gaze pinned me in place, unyielding. My body betrayed me. I felt the vibrator move subtly against me, teasing and torturing, and there was nothing I could do.
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. I tried to shoo Ethan off with my hands again, but the tingling intensified. My cheeks burned, both from humiliation and the strange, overwhelming sensation building inside me. I had the urge to moan, but I bit my lower lip to stop it from getting out.
Lucian’s eyes never left me, and I could feel the electricity between us, taut and unrelenting. I opened my mouth to plead silently with him, my gaze flicking upwards with everything I had left of self-control. Please… not here… not now… I begged with my eyes.
But his smirk only deepened.
It was as if he had taken that silent plea as permission… to punish me.
I gasped as the vibrator’s intensity increased suddenly, pressing against me with sharper, faster vibrations. My legs trembled, my fingers clenching at the fabric of my dress as I tried to control myself.
I wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, to escape this torturous game, but Lucian’s gaze anchored me. I couldn’t. I was trapped under the weight of his jealousy, his dark amusement, and the relentless pleasure building inside me.
Ethan, oblivious to what was happening beneath my dress, continued talking, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I tried to focus on him, tried to push the sensation away, but every glance I stole upward at Lucian only made it worse.
“Please…” I whispered silently, my eyes pleading with him to relent.
But he didn’t.
He increased the speed again, mercilessly, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of losing control. My breaths came faster, shallow, and uneven, my hands clutching at my thighs as though that could ground me.
I couldn’t look away. I didn’t dare.
Lucian’s dark smile widened, knowing full well the torment he was inflicting. The control, the jealousy, the possessiveness—it all radiated from him in waves that I couldn’t resist, couldn’t escape.
Just as I felt I might shatter, just as my knees began to buckle under the pleasure and shame, the vibrations stopped abruptly.
The sudden absence left me reeling, dizzy, and trembling. I sank against the wall for a moment, trying to regain my breath, my mind reeling from what had just happened. My body ached, and my face burned like fire.
And then my phone buzzed.
I picked it up with shaking hands, half-afraid of what it might say.
Lucian.
The message was simple.
“30 seconds. Meet me upstairs. Now.”
I froze. My pulse skyrocketed. My legs felt like lead. My heart was hammering, my body still buzzing from the punishment he had just inflicted.
I glanced down at Ethan, who was still talking, still trying to engage me in some half-baked argument, completely unaware of the chaos happening underneath my dress. I couldn’t let him see me like this. I couldn’t.
I gave him a tight-lipped smile, muttered something about needing air, and bolted. My heels clicked rapidly on the marble floor as I fought to steady myself. Every step reminded me of Lucian’s control, the tension lingering on my skin, and the dark, hungry gleam in his eyes.
I reached the private corridor that led to the balcony where Lucian had been standing, my chest heaving, my hands clutching the railing to steady myself. I could hear the distant hum of conversation below, oblivious to the storm brewing above them.
And then I saw him.
Lucian leaned against the railing, his arms crossed, cigarette forgotten, eyes boring into me with that impossible, infuriating intensity. His jaw was set, his expression cold yet dangerously alive.
“You’re late,” he said, voice low and controlled but threaded with an edge that made my knees wobble.
“I—” I stammered, unable to form words.
“You know what I mean,” he cut me off, stepping closer. The heat radiating from him was suffocating, almost painful in its intensity. “Downstairs,” he gestured subtly with one hand, “was not your place to indulge.”
My face burned hotter. “I wasn’t—”
“You were,” he interrupted, his voice low and commanding. “And you enjoyed it more than you’re willing to admit.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my mind whirling. He was close now, his dark gaze scanning me from head to toe, reading every quiver, every blush, every sign of submission.
“I—I—” My words died in my throat.
Lucian tilted his head slightly, his smile sharp and wicked. “You have thirty seconds to compose yourself, Sienna. Thirty seconds, or you stay downstairs and deal with the consequences of your inattention.”
The words weren’t a threat… they were a promise.
My legs trembled, my fingers curling into fists at my sides as I fought to steady my pulse. I hated him. I hated how he made me feel. I hated the fear and the desire tangled together so tightly that I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
And yet… even in that hatred, even in that terror, I couldn’t look away from him.
Thirty seconds.
I had thirty seconds to prepare myself for whatever game Lucian had in mind next, and I knew with every fiber of my being that he was going to win.