FLORA'S POV:
The urge to finish my quest this time was overwhelming. I thought of Caleb, I thought of Celeste, and the revenge I owed them. They had to pay for everything they had done to me—the betrayal, the suffering, the humiliation. Caleb had made me feel worthless and find myself now I won't let him get away with that.
And then there was Marcus. The thought of the pain he had been enduring strengthened my resolve. Most importantly, I needed to save him, to give him a second chance. I promised myself that I would give him all the love and attention he deserved. These thoughts fueled my determination to stay strong and complete my mission.
Marcus had endured so much and sacrificed everything for me. I couldn’t wait to show him just how grateful I was.
I felt a pang of guilt, for how blind I was that I didn't see any of Marcus' signs.
As I paced back and forth on the bed, lost in thought, exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted into sleep.
When I woke up, I heard someone call out, “Dahlia.” I turned and scanned the noisy environment. Through the crowd, I saw Trina approaching. She led me outside the club and asked sharply, “You haven’t gotten a client yet?”
I stood in silence, unsure how to respond, I was trying, but no one had said even a high.
“How do you intend to pay off your debt if you don’t work hard? Her voice was firm and sent a message, I knew exactly what she meant .
“I have someone for you. Come with me.” Reluctantly, I followed her.
“He’s big and could solve your problems if you play your cards right. Don’t mess this up. He’s a very important client and I don't want to disappoint him.”
When we arrived, I saw a luxurious car parked ahead. I stepped inside, and that’s when my eyes met Lucian. My heart skipped a bit.
“This can't be.” I said to myself barely audible.
“I’ll own you for two days,” he said, his tone stern, not even sparing me a glance.
“Dahlia, with me, you need to behave,” he added, his tone cold and commanding.
Lucian was a high-profile mafia lord, the kind of man no one dared to cross. A lump formed in my throat as I silently prayed to make it out of this intact.
When we reached his house, a modern masterpiece, he led me to the bedroom. Once inside, I asked for the bathroom and stepped in to take a shower. I needed to get ready for business.
Under the warm water, I wondered why Trina had paired me with such a dangerous man. Afterward, I wrapped a towel loosely around myself and stepped out. The room was empty, and quiet except for the gentle humming of the Air conditioner and clicking of the clock. I quickly grabbed my phone and called Trina.
“Why would you do this to me? Why Lucian?” I demanded, my voice shaking with frustration.
Though I couldn’t see her, I could practically hear the smirk in her voice as she replied, “How else do you plan to survive, Dahlia? He’s the only one willing to pay enough to pull you out of your miserable life. Don’t disappoint me—or him.” She hung up before I could respond.
A knock came at the door, startled. I couldn't even respond, the door flickered open and it was one of the guards, perhaps a worker. He held a drink on a tray, a cup and snacks, he greeted and placed them on the bed stand and left.
I sat on the bed, thinking about my struggles—the loss of my parents, the degrading life I was forced to live just to survive. I longed for all of it to end. My thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open, and Lucian walked in.
I stood and approached him, placing my hands around his neck before pressing a kiss to his lips. He gripped my waist tightly and deepened the kiss.
“What are you waiting for? Take me,” I whispered, trying to mask my fear. My words seemed to ignite something within him. He carried me to the bed and pushed me gently onto it.
He pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled body, and climbed on top of me. I kissed him again, letting him feel the warmth of my body against his. His hands found their way to my breasts, and I let out a soft moan—partly from instinct, partly to keep him interested.
As his touch intensified, I felt an unexpected heat building within me. What started as pretense transformed into genuine sensation. I surrendered to the moment, digging my fingers into his back. His hands traveled lower, teasing my clit, and the room filled with my involuntary moans.
He broke the kiss and moved down my body, his mouth finding its way between my thighs. His tongue explored my folds, and he focused on my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I quivered beneath him, holding his head and pulling him closer.
“Yeah, that's it.” I moaned to his touches.
When he finally pulled away, I opened my eyes to find his gaze burning with desire. I crawled toward him, wrapping my hand around his hardened length. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, savoring the sounds of his soft groans. He held my head and guided me as I quickened my pace.
After a moment, he pulled me up and laid me on the bed. “Keep your eyes open,” he commanded.
I obeyed, watching him as he positioned himself. His size was overwhelming, and I gasped as he entered me. Sensing my discomfort, he moved gently at first, giving me time to adjust. Gradually, the pain gave way to pleasure, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, deepening the connection we had at the moment.
His steady thrusts reached depths that left me breathless. My moans filled the room, a melody of surrender and pleasure.