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TWENTY-FIVE

LUCIUS

I could see her from every angle in the mirrors surrounding us, the low light casting a glow on her pale skin under my touch. She was like a star, and tonight, she knew she was mine.

I turned her around, watching as the soft light traced her curves, reflecting perfection in every detail. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, which I grasped firmly, tilting her head back against my chest. Her breasts swelled under my touch, and her legs pressed together on tiptoes as she tried to lift herself to my height, yet she barely reached my jaw.

With a knee, I spread her legs, arching her back just enough to reveal the thin fabric of her thong, drawn tight against her skin from my grip. I pulled it aside, exposing her to my touch. Her body arched for me, every tremor speaking the words she didn’t need to say. She wanted me, more than even she realized.

I yanked her head downward, making her kneel, her fingers touching my hand as her lips parted with a breathless moan from the firm hold I had on her hair. I followed her down, her ass pressing into my crotch, her hands bracing against my thigh. I leaned in, my lips grazing the skin of her neck, trailing kisses from beneath her ear to her shoulder. My hands traveled down her body, settling on her hips while she melted on me.

She turned then, still kneeling, pressing against me as she climbed into my lap. Her arms draped around my neck, her face hovering inches above mine. I held her tight as I rose to my feet, bringing her effortlessly with me.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and all I could think about was how breathtaking she was.

Tonight, we needed no masks. Just us. Two strangers who had never properly met yet understood each other in ways deeper than words can say. Strangers who cared for one another more than people who had known each other for years. Strangers who had fallen in love in the darkest parts of their souls and chose to stay there, lost in the chaos they created together.

Tonight, I would kiss her, and tonight, she would never want to kiss anyone else again.

I kissed her lips, devouring her, leaving nothing between us except the slow, intoxicating dance of our tongues. My hand cradled her face, pulling her closer until she was breathless. Eyes closed, bodies burning, I felt only her, the fire I was willing to be consumed by, the flame I never wanted to turn off.

We parted for a second, her lips curving into a smile against mine. No words were needed; we let our mouths remain close, lingering in the moment. As I lowered her, her feet touched the wooden floor with a soft tap.

“What do you want to do with me?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she slipped her thong down, kicking it away.

I turned her around, my hand closing gently around her throat, lifting her chin as I pressed her back against me. Our eyes met in the mirror before us.

“I will have you in every fucking position, Little Star,” I murmured, my voice a low growl. “And you will watch.”

My grip tightened slightly, eliciting a sharp inhale from her lips. “Look now,” I commanded, my breath hot against her skin. “Because after tonight, you will never be the same.”

She let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re so full of yourself,” she teased, challenging me.

I smirked against her skin, kissing her one more time. “I’m just teaching you what obsession does to a man.”

She turned in my arms, her eyes hungry for me. “Okay, professor,” she purred, sinking to her knees. “Let me show you what it does to a woman.”

Her hands found my belt, her gaze never leaving mine as she unzipped my pants and pulled them down, her lips parting, waiting.

I pulled her headband from her ponytail and let her hair fall while she pulled my boxers down. I took a grip of the back of her head, and while holding my cock I pulled her on it, saying, “Tongue out.”

I thrust my cock inside her mouth, I could feel her gag, but I slapped her gently against the cheek making her let it fully go inside. I let a loud moan echo in the room, looking her in the mirror.

She was kneeling, her back arched, her ass spread, her ginger hair falling down her back. My muscles twitched every time she crossed her tongue around my cock while she was sucking it deeper and deeper inside her throat.

I took a step back, pulling her head away from me. If I let her take it for a second more, this would have been quicker than I wanted it to be, and I couldn’t have it now. I cupped her cheek, crossing my thumb across her lips, then on her chin. Pulling her up, then to my face. My lips met hers again, my tongue thrusting inside with hers while her hands glided all over my muscles.

I turned her around, meeting her eyes in the mirror. She touched her breasts, squeezing them between her palms as she bit her lips, making me smile.

“Show me how much you want me, Little Star,” I chuckled, my hands on my head, twitching the muscles as her hands went down from her hips to her ass, spreading them apart and leaning on me.

This time my cock slid inside her in a single thrust. She arched her back, her upper back falling in front as she gently teased me, going in and out.

“Fuck,” I growled, watching her in the mirror, her eyes eating me up.

She wanted me as much as I did her, and she wasn’t afraid to show me that.

I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her on me, her eyes closing, lips parting as she let out a moan.

I kept thrusting myself inside her faster, her ass cheeks bouncing on me from the fast impact. I pulled her hair up, making her lean on me again. Her upper body leaned on mine, her back resting on my chest, as her one hand tangled between the strands of my hair, and her other hand touched her left breast as I thrusted myself harder inside her.

She caught the rhythm, moaning before biting her lip, spreading her legs just enough so I can let my hand slide between her thighs, and find its place on her clit. I teased her, spreading my two fingers and moving up and down her lower lips, then pulling them together and pressing her clit. She closed her eyes.

I could feel I sent shocks down her spine, making her feet go on toes while her inner flesh tightened. I could hear her heartbeat between the moans. I lifted her leg, holding her while I still thrust inside, increasing my pace while rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her moans spilled out in sharp, uneven gasps, each one catching on her breath before the next took over.

“Oh, Lucius,” she screamed while her inner flesh clenched on my cock tightly.

I could hardly thrust inside any longer. She arched her back, biting her lip, a silent sob escaping her lips as I continued to thrust inside her. Her whole body started to shake, trying to pull away from me, but I just continued to thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” another round of uneven gasps, one after another escaping her lips, begging me to stop.

I could feel my cock pulsating inside her, and I wanted to fill her in, but that little voice of reason that was left in me, pulled him out, coming on the top of her ass.

I never wanted anyone as I wanted her, all over and over again.

We snuck in my office, through the party as she wore my shirt that was hanging on her body, as I ripped her dress off her, and as soon as we stepped inside, I locked the door behind us. If one single look can eat a person I would be the one who would eat her up. And if one single touch can melt a person, hers would be the one.

I leaned my back against the door as she leaned on me, her hands pulling my jacket as she kissed my lips, our tongues dancing a tango inside our mouths and nothing else mattered. The clock ticked 3 a.m. but she didn’t even want to leave, she chose to stay, and I chose her, over everything else.

Yes, she was forbidden, but she tasted like the most beautiful sin, and God, I wanted to sin with her every second of the day. And I didn’t want it to end.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper against her lips.

“You know I want to,” she chuckled, slipping off my leather jacket and taking a step back. Her teeth tugged at her lower lip as her eyes raked over my abs.

“You keep looking at me like that, Miss Sinclaire, and I might start thinking you actually like me.” I raised a brow, pulling her closer.

“You know I do,” she murmured, her fingers finding the zipper of my pants once again.

“You are such a bad, bad girl,” I mused, shaking my head. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

“Then punish me,” she whispered against my lips before trailing kisses down my neck, past my chest, and toward my abs.

I smirked, brushing past her teasingly before walking to the desk. In the first drawer, I retrieved the wooden pointer I once used in class. Lifting it into the air, I let it snap against my palm with a sharp crack.

“Come here, little star,” I commanded, raising a brow.

She approached slowly. The desk was clear, with just a few papers and a lamp. I brushed the papers aside, letting them scatter onto the floor. She moved to stand beside me, slipping off her shirt and tossing it carelessly before leaning forward onto her stomach against the table.

Her legs remained close together, her ass raised slightly, her face turned toward me. She bit her lower lip, waiting.

I moved closer, running the wooden pointer down the curve of her spine, tracing the line of her back until I reached the smooth swell of her ass. Then, with a flick of my wrist, I delivered the first strike. The sound rang through the room, the hit leaving a pink mark on her skin. She flinched, just a little, but said nothing.

Leaning in, I pressed my knee between her thighs, spreading them apart. One hand gripped her ass, parting her, lifting her just enough before I let the pointer slide down between her legs, teasing over her clit. Then, another light slap.

She twitched.

“You’ve been very bad, Miss Sinclaire,” I muttered, delivering another strike.

Stepping back, I swung the pointer again, this time across her left ass cheek, this time harder. She jolted against the desk.

I set the pointer aside and moved to the glass terrarium near the desk. Inside, I reached in for a scorpion, allowing it to crawl onto my hand.

“Turn around,” I ordered. “And spread your legs.”

She hesitated before obeying, shifting onto her back atop the desk, her feet at the edge, thighs parted, trembling. At first, she didn’t notice the scorpion. But when she did, her breath hitched.

“No. No more playing with that...” she stopped, her voice tight, “thing.”

I chuckled, stepping closer. “Oh, but I love playing with you.”

I placed the scorpion on her stomach, letting it crawl over her skin. Her hands clenched the edges of the desk, her knuckles turning white. She pressed her lips together, eyes squeezing shut.

Spreading her thighs wider, I leaned in, my breath ghosting over her. “Time to taste the star,” I whispered, my tongue slowly flicking against her.

She tensed, gasping as my fingers spread her open. I trailed my tongue upward, circling her clit, teasing with soft nibbles, just enough to make her twitch. The scorpion crept higher, his legs skimming the curve of her breast.

She whimpered, arching as I continued, my tongue working against her while my fingers thrust inside, curling to find that perfect spot.

She was trapped between, unable to move, yet trembling beneath my touch.

“Miss Sinclaire,” I murmured against her, my fingers pressing deeper, “does the fear of venom make you wet?”

She gasped, shaking her head, her voice barely a whisper. “Stop. Please.”

“Begging so soon, little star?” I withdrew my fingers slowly before delivering a sharp slap to her clit. She jerked. “You’re making this too easy.”

“Get that thing off me,” she hissed, her body stiffening as the scorpion crawled toward her throat. Then, a scream.

“It’s not Venom that’s killing me, it’s you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, nails digging into the desk. “You’re sick,” she choked out.

I hummed, amused. “And yet, you’re still here, begging for me.”

I pulled her closer, my fingers finding her again, pressing inside, thrusting deeper, harder.

Her gasps turned into soft, helpless cries. “Please,” she moaned, her body shaking.

I smirked, keeping my pace relentless. “Beg me more, Little Star.”

Her eyes met mine, desperate. My thumb pressed against her clit, circling, teasing. She was trembling, teetering on the edge.

Her breath hitched, her inside flesh tightening around me. “Please,” she gasped, moaning, “Oh, God.”

“God has nothing to do with this,” I whispered, curling my fingers inside her. “Scream my name.”

Her cries filled the office, her thighs trembling violently. Then, finally—“Lucius,“ she screamed, her body shattering beneath me.

She forgot the scorpion was still nestled between her breasts. Lost in the pleasure, she moaned, her entire body arching off the desk.

I pulled my fingers from her, watching as she shuddered in the aftermath. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I licked them clean, holding her gaze as I did.

Then, I removed the scorpion and took it back inside the glass terrarium.

She sat up, her breathing uneven, her body still weak. Reaching for me, she pulled me close, her brows furrowing. “You can be such an asshole,” she muttered.

I smirked. “And yet, you’re still here.”

“I could have died,” she huffed, burying her face in my chest.

I chuckled, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. “But did you?”

She pouted, but her eyes softened.

I brushed my fingers over her cheek, my eyes tracing her features. “Did you know,” I mused, “that you have thirty-two freckles on your face?”

She blinked, surprised. Then, she smiled, blushing.

I couldn’t resist. Pressing my lips to hers, I pulled her even closer, whispering against her mouth, “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”