Chapter ten

Lucas towered over her and sealed his lips with hers, searching he'd mouth and wrestling with her tongue for dominance. Goosebumps enveloped her skin as his skillful hands caressed her body, touching and squeezing her at all of her turning points. His lips went down her neck, biting and kissing till they got to her cleavage. He helped her remove her clothes, exposing her undies.

“You are already wet for me.” He murmured as he sighted the wet patch on her panties. A blush formed on Phoebe’s face at his comment. He held the strings of her panties, looking at her face for any sign of disapproval. On getting none, he pulled the panties off and sniffed on it. Phoebe’s pussy smelled amazing, doing a great job of awakening his third leg. He started to lick on her thighs, deriving pleasure in the way her body froze and relaxed in synchrony. Phoebe moaned as she felt his wet tongue on her spot, a lick at first which seemed to take all of her reasoning from her. She held on to his head as he began to penetrate her, tilting her head backward. Lucas licked on her, enjoying the taste of her. Feeling her tense up, he knew she was close. Removing his tongue, he replaced it with two fingers before putting his tongue back on her clitoris, which earned him a moan from Phoebe.

Her body soon tensed up as Lucas dug into her purposefully and soon she came, feeling the sweat that had formed on her forehead from the activity. Lucas smiled victoriously as he stared at her pussy that was now dripping with her juices. He licked on his finger, eyes locking Phoebe’s, before going back to lick every single drop of juice off of her. When he was done, he towered over her and pushed his dick into her, groaning as the walls of her pussy grasped his dick in a tight embrace. Her pussy was so tight and wet that he wasn’t sure he would last long. Moving his hips back, he thrust his full length into Phoebe, who held him on his butt with her eyes closed shut. They continued that way for some minutes, the sound of their activity echoing through the room. Soon his orgasm built up and he came. He looked down at her face, smiling on seeing the satisfied and tired look on her face. She enjoyed him. He laid beside her, releasing a sigh as his back made contact with the soft bed.

“How are you feeling?” Lucas asked as he encircled his hands around her waist, making a mental note to feed her better considering how thin her waist was. Getting no response from her, he placed a kiss on the crack of her back as he guessed she must've slept off.

“Good night pet.”

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The rays of the early morning sun were the first thing that greeted her eyes upon waking up. It was a beautiful sight and Phoebe was suddenly grateful for the huge windows she ignored the previous day. Watching a bed fly away from the oak tree that stood magnificently in the garden, she yawned and stretched on the bed. Then she paused. She wasn't alone.

Turning her head in the direction where she'd heard shallow breathing, she saw Lucas sleeping. Covering her mouth with her palm to suppress a yell, she stared at him, wondering how he'd gotten there. He was shirtless and Phoebe, in her quest to answer the unspoken question that was lingering in her mind pulled up the sheets. Her suspicions were confirmed as Lucas was stark naked, and her dried juices from the previous night were still glued to his manhood. As if still in doubt, she looked at herself and yes, she was naked too. She saw the bite mark on her chest area, which had darkened a bit. It was obvious they had sex the previous night, but the ‘how’ was a mystery to her. All she could remember was that she had wanted to kill herself after the maid had insulted her. Wait, the maid, what had she given her? That wasn't poison as she was still breathing perfectly. Then it hit her. Lucas had sent the maid to drug her so that he could have his way with her. The thought stirred up rage in Phoebe as she watched the bastard sleeping peacefully after he’d forced himself on her. Without a second thought, she marched on him with all her might. So hard that he fell off the bed and landed on the hard floor with a loud thud. His bloodshot eyes searched the room clueless for a second. When they landed on Phoebe on the bed, naked and with anger clouding her expression and hand gripping tightly on the bedsheets, he finally understood what was happening as he stood up to face her.

“What seems to be the problem? Is this how you wake your lover up from sleep?” he asked, trying to be playful but it only fueled Phoebe’s anger as she picked a lamp from the nightstand and threw it at him, hitting him straight on the forehead. Blood oozed out from the cut but Phoebe didn't blink her eyelid as she watched him cover the wound with his palms. On retrieving his hand from his head and seeing the blood, Lucas turned to a different person as he stared daggers at her. He wondered what the fuzz was about when she'd been the one throwing herself at him throughout the night. He contemplated if he should confront her or just let it slide but he chose the former. He made to speak but Phoebe beat him to it.

“How shameful of you to have taken advantage of me like that last night. You even went as low as to drug me? How disgusting of you,” she spat out, her tone betraying the anger and guilt she was feeling inside.

Lucas’s eyebrow furrowed as he tried to make meaning out of what she was saying but it made no sense. She was trying to gaslight him and make him feel in the wrong when she was the one who initiated what they did.