Page 31 of Until She’s Mine

Evelyn

I ’ve never been in Lucian’s office before, but it’s exactly as I imagined it would be—spacious, immaculate, and pretentious as hell.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city, and the walls are lined with shelves filled with leather-bound books and awards.

His desk is a sleek, modern piece of furniture, free of clutter except for a single framed photograph.

It’s a candid shot of me, taken years ago at the Blackwood Gala.

I look radiant, my eyes sparkling with laughter, completely unaware of the camera.

I pick up the frame. “You kept this?”

Lucian steps closer, his hand brushing against mine as he takes the photograph from me. “It’s my favorite.”

I turn to find him leaning against the sofa, his arms crossed.

He’s shed his suit jacket, the crisp white shirt emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders.

In front of him, at the low glass coffee table, sit two plates laden with food from the little trattoria down the street from my studio apartment.

The place I’d mentioned offhand months ago, praising their truffle pasta.

“You remembered,” I say, sitting down next to him.

He pushes a plate towards me. “I remember everything about you.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Is it?” He watches me take the first bite. “I heard it should be reassuring. To know someone pays attention.”

“There’s paying attention, Lucian, and then there’s… this.” I gesture vaguely around the opulent office, encompassing the remembered lunch, the photo on his desk, and the espresso machine programmed just for me. “It’s a lot.”

“You deserve a lot.” He takes a bite of his pasta. “You deserve everything.”

We eat in silence for a few minutes, the clink of silverware the only sound besides the distant city hum.

The food is exquisite, but I barely taste it, my mind racing.

He remembered this place, this specific dish, from a casual remark months ago.

He’d kept that photo, hidden away, for years.

He’d curated my arrival at the penthouse down to the brand of soap.

It’s meticulous.

It’s overwhelming.

It’s… Lucian .

He sets his fork down, wiping his mouth with a linen napkin. “The NDA.” He retrieves a thin folder from the edge of his desk and slides it across the coffee table towards me. “Standard boilerplate. Just a formality to appease my father.”

I pick it up. My name is already typed neatly on the signature line.

“What does it say?” I ask.

“That you won’t disclose confidential information regarding the Blackwood family or Blackwood I know the answer. He wouldn’t bring me something disadvantageous, not when his goal is possession, not alienation. He wants my trust. He craves my love.

And I want to give him both, despite the warning bells in my head.

He laughs. “You’re sitting across from one of the best lawyers in the city. But no, you don’t. It’s straightforward.” He taps a pen against the page. “Sign here.”

I sign it without hesitation, and then I slide the folder back to him. “Done.”

“Good. Now that the formalities are out of the way…” Lucian pulls me into his lap. His hands settle on my waist, firm and possessive. His gaze is dark, and I know that look. It’s the one that promises I won’t be leaving this office anytime soon.

“We’re in your office. Someone could walk in.”

“Let them.” His fingers tighten on my hips, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. “I want them to see who you belong to.”

The heat starts pooling between my thighs. My breath hitches as Lucian’s lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands slide up my back, tangling in my hair as he tilts my head to the side, giving him better access to the sensitive skin of my throat.

“Lucian,” I whisper. “We shouldn’t—”

“We should.” His teeth graze my collarbone, and I can’t suppress the whimper that escapes my lips.

His hands move to the hem of my dress, sliding it up my thighs. The cool air brushes against my skin, raising goosebumps, but the heat of his touch quickly replaces the chill. His fingers trace the edge of my lace panties.

“Lucian,” I moan, my hips arching into his touch.

He chuckles darkly. “Please, what?” His fingers dip beneath the fabric to brush against my throbbing pussy. Lucian teases me, his touch light but deliberate. The sensation is maddening, and I tremble with need.

“Such a hungry little thing.” His fingers glide over me, teasing, circling, driving me to the edge of madness. “Always so desperate for me.”

My head falls back, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he presses the heel of his palm against my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me cry out. His other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as his fingers slip inside me, curling in that way that makes my vision blur.

“Lucian.” My voice breaks when he slowly slides one finger inside me, then another, stretching me deliciously. My hips rock against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him. “Please.”

“Tell me what you need.”

My cheeks flush with heat. “I need your cock.”

“Anything, love. You’ll have anything you want.”

I whimper, my body trembling with need as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me aching and empty.

His hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly and turning me to face the desk.

My palms press against the cool surface, the contrast between the cold glass and the heat of my skin sending a shiver through me.

Lucian’s hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress higher until it bunches around my waist. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and he pulls them roughly, ripping the delicate fabric. The sound of tearing lace echoes in the room.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands.

I shift my knees apart, my breath hitching as I feel the cool air against my exposed skin. Lucian steps closer, pressing his body against mine, until I can feel the hard length of him through his trousers.

“Good girl. You’re so perfect like this—spread out for me, ready to take what I give you.”

My fingers grip the edge of the desk as I feel him press against me. The tip of his cock teases my entrance, and I arch my back, desperate for more.

“Ride me,” he says.

He doesn’t need to ask twice. I hold onto the table in front of me as I lower myself onto his huge cock, inch by agonizing inch.

The stretch is exquisite, my body clenching around him as he fills me completely.

With his hands on my waist, he guides me, controlling the pace as I sink down until I’m fully seated on him.

“You’re so tight, Evelyn.” His fingers dig into my skin, holding me in place as I adjust to the feel of him. “So wet for me.”

I begin to move, rocking my hips slowly at first, savoring the sensation of him inside me. His hands tighten on my hips, urging me to go faster, harder, and I obey, my movements becoming more desperate as the pleasure builds.

“That’s it. Ride me like you mean it.”

My breath comes in shallow gasps as I move, his hands guiding me with a rhythm that’s both punishing and perfect.

Wild. The desk creaks beneath us, the sound barely audible over the ragged breaths and low growls that escape his throat.

My fingers scramble for purchase on the smooth surface, but there’s nothing to hold onto except the edge of the glass, slick with my sweat.

“Look at you. Taking me so well, love.”

Lucian thrusts up into me, hitting that spot deep inside that makes my vision blur. The pleasure is overwhelming, a relentless wave that threatens to drown me. My nails dig into the desk, leaving faint scratches on the polished surface as I try to ground myself.

“Lucian.” I teeter on the edge. “I’m close.”

“Good.” Lucian drives into me harder, faster. “Come for me. Let go.”

His words are all it takes to push me over.

A cry tears from my throat as I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the force of my release.

Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

Lucian’s grip on my hips is tight as he continues to thrust into me, his movements growing more erratic as he chases his release.

“Fuck.” His fingers dig into my flesh, and he buries himself deep inside me one last time. I feel him pulse within me, hot and sudden, and I can’t help but moan softly at the sensation.

For a moment, we stay like that, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the office.

I turn my face, and our lips brush. His hand cups the back of my neck and nips my lower lip before sucking on my tongue. Our kiss deepens, and we slowly melt back into one another.

When we finally pull apart, Lucian helps me up and brings me to his private bathroom.

His hands are gentle as he wipes the damp cloth over my skin.

The cool water soothes the heat still lingering on my body, and I lean into him, my head resting against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath my ear, a comforting rhythm that grounds me.

After another five minutes of lazy kisses and whispered promises, I smooth down my dress and step back.

“Now, I should get back to work before I get fired,” I say, before remembering his morning confrontation. “How was the meeting with your father and Tobias?”

Lucian’s expression darkens, a flicker of tension tightening his jaw. He leans against the bathroom counter. “Predictable. Tobias tried to play the victim, and our father lectured me about the family name. But it’s handled.”

“And you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Evelyn. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with their disapproval, and it won’t be the last.” His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. “As long as I have you, none of it matters.”

“It’s going to be horrible, isn’t it? Wedding cancellation announcement, press, whispers at every event, constant scrutiny...”

“I’ll try to suppress the worst of it.” His lips brush against the crown of my head.

“But yes, it won’t be easy. The media thrives on scandal, and Tobias is still angry, so I’ll have to have a separate conversation to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid.

But I’ve already spoken to my PR team. They’re crafting a narrative that positions this as a mutual decision between you and Tobias, with no mention of us. ”

“Be careful with Tobias. Don’t trust everything he says.”

“You don’t need to worry about him, Evelyn. I’ll handle it.”

I very much doubt it, but I just nod and press a kiss to his chest before stepping back. “I need to go. See you in a few hours.”

“Go before I change my mind and keep you here all afternoon.”

My legs feel unsteady beneath me, but I force myself to keep moving. As I step out into the hallway and close the door behind me, the first person I see is Tobias.

I freeze, and all my good mood goes down the drain instantly.

He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression a mix of disbelief and simmering anger. His tie is loosened, and there’s a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead as if he’s been pacing. When his eyes land on me, they narrow.

“Evelyn, we need to talk.”

My heartbeat quickens. The hallway suddenly feels too narrow, the air too thick. I glance over my shoulder at Lucian’s closed office door, then back at Tobias. “Now is not a good time.”

Tobias pushes off the wall, taking a step toward me. His jaw is clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “You think you’re special? You think Lucian cares about you? You’re just another conquest to him. Another trophy to add to his collection.”

“You don’t know him at all if you think that.” I start walking towards the elevator. Tobias follows, his steps quick and purposeful.

“Oh, I know him better than you think. He’s obsessed with control and owning things. And now he thinks he owns you.”

I press the elevator button harder than necessary. The doors slide open, and I step inside, but Tobias is right behind me. He reaches out to stop the doors from closing, his eyes burning with anger.

“You’re making a mistake, Evelyn. He’ll destroy you. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“And what about you, Tobias? What are you capable of? Because from where I’m standing, you’re the one who’s been using me since the beginning.”

His face flushes with anger. “I made mistakes. But I can fix this. We can fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix. It’s over, Tobias. Let it go.”

He hesitates for a moment, his hand still on the door as if he’s considering forcing his way in. “Give me my ring back,” he says instead.

I look at my naked hand. The ring is currently at Lucian’s penthouse, on a guest room’s nightstand, where I left it the very first night at his place. “It’s back at my apartment.”

“Bring it to me after work at The Emerald Lounge.”

I consider refusing, but the thought of dragging this out any longer makes my stomach churn. “Fine. I’ll meet you there at six.”

The elevator doors slide shut, cutting off his response, and I exhale sharply, leaning back against the wall. My hands tremble as I press the button for the lobby, my mind racing with anger and anxiety.

Tobias knows what I did, and he can ruin me if he chooses to.

My only hope is that he wouldn’t risk his own reputation to expose me. But the way he looked at me—like he had nothing left to lose—makes my stomach twist.