FLORALS POV:
He snapped his fingers and walked out. In minutes, the door cracked open again, and a lady walked in. I didn’t pay attention to her details, but she had a nice smell.
“You know, Dahlia, I knew you’d be here again, and this won’t escape it,” the voice said. It sounded familiar, and I immediately recognized it—it was Eve. What was she doing here?”
I looked at her, my eyes pleading for mercy. “I didn’t do it.”
“Cut that, it’s not why I’m here,” she snapped. She walked closer, cupping my cheeks in her hands, then leaned in and sniffed me. “Oh, you still smell good, even in misery. And you’re still as beautiful as I remember.”
She caressed my forehead, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across my face. Then, she leaned in and pressed a kiss on my forehead. “You’ll be fine, Dahlia, but be rest assured that you’re only safe here if you promise to be a good girl,” she said, her smirk curling into something mischievous.
She stepped back, slowly stripping off her clothes. My confusion deepened as I tried to process her actions. Just as she stood completely naked, the door cracked open again, and Lucian stepped in.
Eve walked up to him and began kissing him passionately. He deepened the kiss, his hands moving around her body completely. In moments, they were entwined with one another. I looked away, but Lucian’s voice commanded me to watch them.
Reluctantly, I obeyed. I kept my gaze fixed on them, my body betraying me as it responded in ways I didn’t understand. The more I watched, the more unease stirred within me, and yet, a forbidden curiosity gripped me. My body was beginning to ache for something I couldn’t name.
Eve’s moans filled the room like music, blending with Lucian’s groans. Suddenly, her gaze turned to me. “Mind joining us, mistress?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful seduction.
I froze, unsure how to respond. Before I could speak, she walked over to me, pulling me to my feet and pushing me gently onto the bed. Lucian stood back, watching us with an amused expression that sent shivers down my spine.
Eve climbed onto me, her warm hands peeling away my clothes until I was bare beneath her. Her lips found mine, and the kiss she gave me was anything but gentle. Her fingers trailed down my body, teasing and exploring until I gasped softly.
Her touch was overwhelming, her movements deliberate and skilled. She claimed my lips again, savoring them with intensity, while her fingers ventured deeper, igniting sensations I’d never felt before.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands gripped her neck, pulling her closer as her rhythm intensified. My breathing grew ragged, and my mind spun as her mouth explored my body, trailing downward until she reached my most sensitive place.
The pleasure was indescribable, building higher and higher until I thought I’d lose myself. But just as I was on the brink, Lucian stepped forward, gently pulling Eve away. His arousal was evident as he leaned down, positioning himself before plunging into me.
I cried out, overwhelmed by the fullness, as he began to move. Eve returned to me, her hands caressing my breasts, her lips teasing and suckling as Lucian thrust deeper. The sensations multiplied, crashing into me like waves.
Everything felt surreal, almost too intense to be real, and then—
My eyes flew open, and I found myself drenched in sweat. My breath came in shallow gasps as I tried to ground myself. Was it all a dream? It felt too real to be just a dream.
But as I looked around, everything else seemed normal. The clock on the wall showed it was past 9 a.m. I sat up, shaking off the lingering feelings from the dream, and made my way to the bathroom.
Under the shower’s cascading water, I tried to make sense of it all. The dream had been vivid, almost like a warning—or a promise. Lucian had been at the center of it, offering salvation at a cost. But could I give in to such a price?
“No,” I whispered firmly to myself. “I can’t do that.”
After my shower, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. The exhaustion from Jonathan and the mysterious dream weighed heavily on me. I needed strength—food, something to ground me.
Thankfully, the dining table was already set. I didn’t see Jonathan anywhere, but I didn’t care. I dove into the meal, eating quickly, and in no time, my plate was clean.
Still restless, I decided to step outside for fresh air. To my surprise, the door was unlocked.
The sunlight greeted me warmly as I wandered through the courtyard. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, but even the calm of the outdoors couldn’t silence the thoughts swirling in my mind.
The dream lingered, vivid and haunting. Lucian could set me free, but at what cost? And what did it mean that Jonathan couldn’t save me?
The questions gnawed at me as I wandered aimlessly, eventually finding myself in the garden. I sat beneath the shade of a tree, letting the quiet calm me. Yet, the dream replayed in my head, bringing more questions than answers.
The sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Jonathan emerging from the garden path. His eyes met mine, holding an intensity that left me breathless.
“Jonathan,” I said, standing to meet him. “I was only trying to help myself. I couldn’t just stay there and get caught. I saw it on the news, I was wanted and I had to do what I thought was right.” Tears welled in my eyes as I tried to explain myself.
His expression remained unreadable. “Dahlia, if you don’t trust me, I can’t help you,” he said simply. His tone was firm, yet his words carried an undercurrent of frustration.
With that, he turned and walked away. I followed him back inside the house, my emotions churning.
“What’s going on, Jonathan? What do you know about me? Why do you want to help me?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “What do you have to do with Lucian? What’s your relationship with him?”
He didn’t answer, didn’t even look at me.
His silence was maddening.