CHAPTER THREE

Lucien stood at the edge of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched me. “Look at you… already spreading those legs for me again with your pussy filled up with my cum”

I propped myself up on my elbows, eyes devouring every inch of skin he revealed — hard chest filled with tattoos, defined abs and holy fuck! His cock was thick, long, and rock hard, curving slightly upward and glistening with my juices, I licked my lips as my pussy throbbed visibly.

“Stop talking and come fuck me again Romano,” I shot back, cupping my own breasts and pinching my nipples.

His eyes flashed with dark amusement. He shed the rest of his clothes in seconds. He climbed onto the bed like a panther, crawling over me. One big hand wrapped around my throat, not choking, just holding me in place while the other slid between my legs.

“Such a filthy mouth,” he growled, pushing two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. I arched off the bed with a loud moan. “look at that , you're making a mess all over my fingers like a desperate slut.”

“Yes—fuck—” I gasped, rolling my hips to fuck his hand right back. I wasn’t some meek little thing. I grabbed his hair and yanked him down into a fierce kiss.

Our tongues battled as he finger-fucked me harder, adding a third finger, stretching me open. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. I bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw a growl from him.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my hips up so my ass was high in the air. He spread my cheeks and dragged his thick cock through my soaked folds.

“Beg for it,” he ordered, teasing my entrance with the fat head.

I looked back at him over my shoulder, eyes wild. “I don’t beg. But I’ll take everything you’ve got. Now fuck me like you mean it.”

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed into the sheets, pleasure and the delicious burn of being stretched so full. Lucien groaned deeply, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight,” he rasped, pulling back and pounding in again. “Taking every inch like a good little whore.”

He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against my ass, I arched my back to meet him thrust for thrust, wild and unrestrained.

“Harder!” I demanded, fisting the silk sheets. 

Lucien snarled and fisted my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked me even deeper. 

My moans turned into broken cries as another orgasm built fast.

“I’m gonna…I’m coming again—”

“Come on my cock,” he growled, biting down on my shoulder. “Let me feel this greedy pussy milk me.”

I shattered. My walls clamped down hard around him as I came with a loud scream, gushing all over his thick shaft. 

He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my knees to my chest. Then he slid back inside me in one smooth glide, the new angle hitting even deeper.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he commanded.

Our eyes locked as he drove into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, nails raking down his shoulders.

“Shit, you feel so good,” I moaned, clenching around him. “Your cock is ruining me… don’t stop.”

He leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make me cry out. 

“This pussy is mine. Say it.”

I laughed breathlessly, even as pleasure consumed me. “It’s yours right now. But I’m not yours, big boy.”

His eyes darkened with challenge. He pulled out again, sat back against the headboard, and pulled me on top of him.

“Then ride me, selvaggia. Show me how wild you really are.”

I straddled him, gripped his slick cock, and sank down slowly, taking every inch until my ass rested against his thighs. We both groaned. I started moving, rolling my hips, bouncing on his cock like I owned it. My tits bounced with every movement. Lucien’s hands gripped my ass, guiding me, slapping it hard when I got too teasing.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, thrusting up to meet me. “Ride that cock just like that. Such a filthy, perfect slut.”

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and fucked him harder. Sweat slicked our bodies. The sound of my wet pussy sliding up and down his cock was pure sin. He reached between us and rubbed my clit, pushing me toward the edge again.

“Fuck! Lucien—fuck—”

“Come for me again,” he demanded, voice rough. “I want to feel it.”

I came hard, grinding down on him as my pussy pulsed and squeezed his cock. He cursed, flipped us again so he was on top, and fucked me through it with deep, powerful strokes.

With a guttural roar, Lucien buried himself deep and came hard, flooding my pussy again. We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies pressed together. Lucien brushed damp hair from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle after how savagely he’d fucked me.

“That was good.” he murmured, lips brushing mine.

I smiled, still clenching around his softening cock. “Yeah”

The first rays of morning light slipped through the heavy curtains of the VIP room, painting everything in soft gold. My eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I forgot where I was. Then the soreness hit me, deep, delicious, aching soreness between my thighs, in my hips, even my back. A reminder of every filthy, mind-blowing thing Lucien had done to me last night.

I turned my head slowly on the silk pillow and froze.

He was still asleep beside me, lying on his back with one arm thrown above his head. God… he looked unreal. His dark hair was tousled, falling messily across his forehead in a way that made him seem almost human. Peaceful. Less like the dangerous devil who had fucked me senseless and more like a man I could stare at for hours. Long lashes, sharp jaw relaxed, full lips slightly parted. The sheet had slipped low on his hips, revealing the hard planes of his chest and those defined abs I’d scratched up pretty good. 

My heart did something stupid in my chest. I had never done this before. Never slept with a client. Never let one touch me, let alone ruin me so thoroughly that I still felt him inside me hours later. But last night… fuck. I wouldn’t take it back even if I could. That was the best sex of my life.

And that was exactly why I needed to leave before he woke up.

I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, wincing at the deep throb in my pussy when I stood. My legs felt like jelly. Every step reminded me of how many times he’d stretched me open, how many positions we’d tried, how many times I’d screamed his name. I found my tiny mesh babydoll and red thong scattered on the floor and dressed hurriedly, not bothering with the heels. I’d carry them.

I was almost at the door when something on the side table caught the light — a watch. Heavy, expensive-looking, probably worth more than I made in six months at the club. My fingers hovered over it. Madam Celine would pay me well for last night, sure… but bills were stacking up. Rent. Dad’s debts. Food. 

Just this once, I told myself. An extra safety net won’t hurt.

I grabbed the watch, slipped it into my small bag, and glanced back at Lucien one last time. He hadn’t moved. Good. I closed the door softly behind me and practically ran out of the room before anyone could stop me.

The apartment smelled like stale alcohol when I pushed the door open. My heart sank the second I stepped inside.

Dad was passed out on the sitting room floor again, an empty bottle of cheap whiskey lying beside his outstretched hand. His clothes were rumpled, hair greasy, face gaunt even in sleep. He looked so much older than forty-five.

I sighed, dropping my bag by the door and crouching beside him. “Dad… hey, wake up.”

He groaned when I shook his shoulder gently. His eyes cracked open, bloodshot and confused for a moment before recognition hit. “Scarlet… baby girl. What time is it?”

“Too early,” I said softly, helping him sit up. “Come on, let’s get you to the couch.”

He leaned heavily on me as I half-dragged him to the worn-out sofa. Once he was settled, I went to the kitchen, poured him a glass of water, and came back. He took it with shaky hands, eyes avoiding mine.

“You were out late again,” he muttered.

“Yeah. Work.”

He winced like the word physically hurt him. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I sat on the edge of the table, watching the man who used to carry me on his shoulders and make silly pancakes on Sunday mornings.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered finally, voice cracking. “I’m so damn sorry, Scarlet. Your mother…I promised her I’d take care of you. I was doing okay for a while, wasn’t I? We didn’t have much, but we had each other. I was a good father.”

“You were a good father,” I said quietly. “You still are. Losing your job last year… it broke something in you. I know that.”

He laughed bitterly, tears gathering in his eyes. “We’re drowning in debt, and my little girl is out there working around the clock just to keep a roof over our heads. I should be the one taking care of you.”

I reached forward and took his hand. It was rough and trembling. “We’re surviving, Dad. That’s what we’ve always done. I’ll keep doing what I have to do until we’re out of this hole. But you’ve got to try… please. For me. The drinking isn’t helping.”

He squeezed my hand back, a single tear slipping down his cheek. “You look just like her, you know that? Beautiful and strong. Too strong for your own good.” He paused, eyes searching my face. “Did something happen last night? You seem… different.”

My mind flashed to Lucien, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d looked at me like he wanted to consume me whole. Heat crept up my neck, but I pushed it down.

“Just a long night,” I lied, forcing a small smile.

He nodded, though I could tell he didn’t fully believe me. “I love you, kiddo. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I love you too, Dad.” I stood up and kissed the top of his head. “Now go shower. I’ll make us something to eat.”

As he shuffled toward the bathroom, I sank onto the couch and let out a long breath. My body was still sore, my mind still replaying every second with Lucien Romano. And now his expensive watch was burning a hole in my bag.

I didn’t know if I’d regret stealing it… but right now, with bills piling up and my father falling apart, regret felt like a luxury I couldn’t afford.