Arya's POV.
Lucas continued to pace to and fro the room, his breath so ragged, I could hear them from the edge of the bed where I sat. He's been on that since we returned to the room. "Get a good sleep, babydoll, we have a long trip ahead of us tomorrow," he casually spared me a glance before returning to his pacing. I truly wanted to get a good sleep, I was tired already from today's trip, and such drama that went down few minutes ago. I tried not to look at him further and just go to sleep like he had demanded. I really, really tried. But how could I ignore him when he was pacing furiously around the room, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap? The tension in his shoulders, the way his fists were balled at his sides, and the quiet rage radiating from him... it was impossible to ignore. Lucas was a storm, and I was trapped in his eye. "Sit down," I finally spoke, my voice more uncertain than I wanted it to be. Oh goodness, what am I doing? He stopped pacing and turned to look at me. Those blue-green eyes bore into mine, filled with something unreadable. Something dark. Dangerous. His lips parted as if to say something, but he hesitated. "You’re hurt," I continued, forcing my voice to be steadier this time. "Let me clean you up." For a second, I expected him to scoff, maybe even tell me to mind my business, but instead, he surprised me. With an almost reluctant nod, he sat down on the edge of the bed. There was no first aid kit in the room, and in my desperation, I did something incredibly stupid. I pulled off my shirt. It wasn’t until I caught the sharp intake of breath from Lucas that I realized what I had done. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt the cool air against my skin, my singlet doing little to conceal the curves of my body. Heat crawled up my neck, and I cursed at myself inwardly. I could have used a towel. Why the hell didn’t I just use a towel? Lucas’s eyes were on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, tracing over every inch of exposed skin. I tried to ignore it, tried to focus on dampening my shirt with the bottled water I found in the bedside drawer, but it was impossible. His stare was burning through me. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his arm, lifting it gently. Blood was smeared across his knuckles, dried against his skin, evidence of the fight he had just been in. I swallowed hard as I began wiping the wounds clean, the fabric of my shirt turning red with every stroke. The room was silent, except for our breaths. His were deep and steady. Mine were shallow and uneven. As I held his hand, pressing gently to clean the cuts, a sensation I couldn’t quite describe crept through my veins, spreading like wildfire. It wasn’t just from touching him... it was from being touched by him. His free hand moved. It was so subtle, so slow, that I didn’t even realize it at first. His palm slid over my thigh, resting just above my knee. My entire body went stiff, a shiver shooting up my spine. The warmth of his hand was in stark contrast to the chill that ran through me. I should have pulled away. I should have said something. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Instead, I focused on the cut just above his wrist, dabbing at it in a desperate attempt to ignore the growing tension between us. My breathing was shaky, my heart pounding like a war drum. "You’re good at this," he murmured, his voice a deep rasp. I bit my lip, my fingers tightening slightly around his hand. "I’ve had practice." "On who?" he asked, and when I glanced up, I found his gaze locked onto me with a dangerous intensity. "Does it matter?" I countered, trying to steady my voice. His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. "No. It doesn’t." I turned back to his wound, trying to keep my mind from spiraling. The way he looked at me, the way his fingers absentmindedly stroked my thigh, it was all too much. My body was betraying me, my pulse thrumming with something I refused to name. "All done," I finally announced, pulling back quickly. Lucas didn’t move his hand. He kept it right there, a lazy smirk still playing on his lips. "Thanks." His thumb brushed against my skin as he said it, and I felt a jolt of something electric shoot straight to my core. I stood abruptly, turning away before I did something really, really stupid. "Goodnight, Lucas," I muttered, climbing onto the bed and pulling the blanket over myself as fast as humanly possible. There was silence for a moment, and then I heard a low chuckle of amusement. From him, ofcourse. I squeezed my eyes shut, cursing myself a thousand times over.Arya’s POVI stretched lazily, savoring the feel of the soft sheets beneath me. The warmth of sleep still clung to my body as I let out a small sigh, sinking deeper into the pillows. The bed felt emptier than before.Wait.I blinked groggily, my fingers searching the other side of the bed. Nothing. Lucas wasn’t there.Good.I didn’t know why I felt relieved. Maybe it was because being around him made me too aware of myself. He had this way of looking at me, speaking to me, twisting my words until they meant something entirely different.I pushed the thoughts aside and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The large room was quiet, the morning light seeping in through the half drawn curtains.A shower. That’s what I needed to prepare myself for the long trip ahead of me today.Yawning, I swung my legs over the bed, standing up and stretching once again. The extra robe I had thrown on last night slipped slightly off my shoulder, exposing more of my skin to the cool air. I shivered, ru
Arya's POV.I had just finished brushing my hair when I heard the door click open. I turned, expecting a maid or maybe even the driver, but instead, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I saw him.Lucas strolled into the room with a tray of food in his hands, his movements effortlessly smooth, his gaze unreadable as usual. Even in the simplest actions, he carried himself with an undeniable air of dominance, like a man who always got what he wanted.“I brought breakfast,” he said casually, setting the tray on the small table beside the bed.I blinked in surprise. Lucas? Bringing food to me?He didn’t strike me as the type of man to do something like this for a woman.. at least, not without some kind of ulterior motive. And yet, here he was, looking as though this was the most natural thing in the world.“I… you didn’t have to,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze as I adjusted the sleeve of my dress.“I did,” he countered, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I don’t want Ma
Arya's POV.The hum of the jet engines had been nothing but background noise to the tumor simmering in my mind. I stared blankly out the window, watching the dark clouds swirl outside as the aircraft sliced through the sky. The whole trip had been a whirlwind.. Lucas’s dangerous family, his cockiness, Martin’s obsession, and that ridiculous fight that had me holding my breath the entire time. But now, something far more pressing weighed on me.The contract. My payment.The realization settled in like a heavy stone in my stomach.Lucas had hired me for a week, but we didn’t even stay a complete 24 hours at his family’s estate. Would he use that as an excuse not to pay me? Would he claim that since the trip was cut short, my contract was null and void?My heart hammered in my chest at the thought. I needed that money. Desperately.I stole a glance at Lucas, who was seated across from me, his fingers lazily drumming against the armrest. His sharp blue-green eyes were fixed on the file i
Arya's POV.A loud knock sounded through the room, dragging me out of the deep sleep I had been lost in. I groaned, turning to my side, burying my face into the pillow as I tried to ignore it. But the knocking continued... Whoever was behind the knocking had no intentions of stopping. But, I myself had no intentions of standing up from the bed either. I needed to sleep some more. I was having such good time of my life. "Miss Arya," a soft voice called from the other side. "Sir Lucas wants you to join him for breakfast."Lucas.The sound of his name sent a sudden rush of awareness through my body, and I instantly sat up, blinking against the deep wave of sleep that was still washing over me.Breakfast?I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized just how late it was. I had been so exhausted from yesterday’s trip back that I must have slept through the entire morning. The fatigue still clung to my muscles."Tell him I'll be there in a moment!" I called back, rubbing the sleep from
Arya's POV.I barely made it back to my room before I let out the breath I never knew I was holding. My heart pounded against my ribs, and my fingers trembled as I locked the door behind me.I could still feel the weight of Lucas’s gaze on me, the way his piercing eyes had followed my every movement at breakfast. Every time I looked up, he was watching me... his expression unreadable, his lips curled slightly in amusement, as if he was playing some secret game that only he knew the rules to.I had lost my appetite the moment I realized I was the object of his entertainment.This was a mistake.I never should’ve taken this job.I flopped onto the massive bed, gripping the sheets as if they could ground me. I have only been here for less than twenty four hours, and already, I felt trapped.Lucas Griffin is dangerous.Not in the obvious way... though his attitude alone was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold. But the true danger wasn’t in his power, his wealth, or even the violence h
Arya's POV.I stood at the edge of the pool, arms crossed over my chest as I watched Lucas dive into the water with effortlessly. He swam up moments later, his dark hair slicked back, water streaming down his sculpted shoulders. My throat went dry.Why does he have to look like sin itself?He ran a hand over his face, shaking off the excess water before resting his piercing gaze on me. "Come on in," he called, his voice deep, smooth... almost coaxing.I hesitated, my arms tightening around myself. “Turn around.”He suddenly smirked. "What?" “I said turn around. I need to take my clothes off.”His smirk grew into a full blown grin. “Now, why would I do that when I have every right to watch?”I quickly shot him a hard glare. "Lucas..." “Relax, babydoll. It’s just a swimsuit. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”I couldn't hold back my gasp. "You have not seen me in a swimsuit before!”“Not yet.” He winked.God, he is so cornily annoying. And why the hell does my stupid body find it intrig
Arya's POV.I walked out of the bathroom, my towel secured tightly around my chest. It was my second day living with Lucas and I had woken up feeling a bit disoriented, I opted for a quick shower and now I'm glad I did, seeing how relieved I am.A soft knock suddenly came on the door as I approached the wardrobe. I exhaled deeply, tightening the towel over my chest before heading towards the door. Pulling the door open, he was there. Lucas Griffin... standing before me, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His chest was bare, a sinful display of sculpted muscle and smooth, tanned skin, a faint trace of water still glistening along his collarbone as if he had just stepped out of the shower himself.His signature smirk curled at the corner of his lips, those dreamy eyes raking down my barely covered body with no shame whatsoever."Damn, babydoll," he murmured, leaning against the doorframe, his voice like liquid sin. "You should answer the door l
Arya’s POV.I placed the last dish on the dining table and took a step back, exhaling softly. I had quickly rushed the meal immediately Lucas left the kitchen, with the fear of him returning and continuing his torture. I really hope this turns out well. Lucas sat there, watching me like a predator observing its prey. His eyes held that usual spark of amusement, mischief dancing in their glory. I wiped my hands on a napkin before turning to leave.“Arya,” his deep voice called, stopping me in my tracks.I turned reluctantly, my heart already picking up speed. “Yes?”“Sit.”I frowned slightly. “I thought I was just supposed to cook for you?”His lips curled into that lazy smirk, yet again. “And now, you’ll eat with me.”I hesitated, but then again, what choice did I have? If Lucas Griffin wanted something, he got it. He had made that very clear. So, I quietly pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.The moment he took his first bite, his expression changed. His smirk faded,
Chloe's POV."Well, isn't this quite a better cinema?" He winked.I felt him pull his fingers out of me and he crawled up on top of me and reclaimed sucking my nipple. His mouth felt so good but I had other plans for the moment.I sat up, took his shirt off and gently pushed him back making him lie down. "Allow me give you a good time too," it was my turn to wink back at him.I pulled his jogger down and off. Straddling one of his legs I took his swollen cock in my hand and began to stroke it. It was pretty thick at this point, definitely a handful for me. Softly at first and then I tightened my grip. When I saw a drop of pre-cum form, I leaned down and licked it up with the tip of my tongue. "Fuck Chloe, your mouth is fucking magic."I heard him moan as I put my lips around the head of his dick. I moved my hand down and fondled his balls as I slid my mouth all the way down the shaft to the base. I felt the tight flesh glide over my tongue and press into the back of my throat while h
Chloe's POV.The movie was in full swing now, grazing soft flickers of warm light through the windshield, and the occasional breeze would blow at us through the small unwinded part of the window. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt sacred. Even the other cars around us seemed to have faded into a blur, as though we were the only ones in this entire lot.I nestled deeper into Hardin’s side, his arm resting securely around my shoulders, his thumb occasionally brushing the top of my arm like it had a mind of its own.On the screen, the lead couple stood beneath the rain, drenched, arguing about something deeply emotional and silly all at once... until he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kind of kiss that steals the breath from your chest, not just because it was passionate, but because you could see their entire story behind it.I exhaled slowly.Hardin must’ve felt me tense because his voice came low and soft beside my ear. “What are you thinking?”I bit my lip, not wanting to
Chloe's POV.I had just come out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my damp body, when I heard the doorbell ring. My first thought was that Hayes might’ve come back again. I nearly rolled my eyes at the thought. But when I peeked through the peephole, my heart stuttered.Hardin.He leaned lazily against the frame, dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. His hair was styled just the right amount of messy, and those annoyingly irresistible dimples appeared the moment he noticed the door creak open.“Well, well,” he drawled, “Look who smells like lavender and temptation.”I couldn't even pretend to smile. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.“Hey,” I mumbled.He stepped in, and the second the door closed behind him, his hand came to my waist, fingers teasing the edge of the towel.“I thought I’d stop by and get a kiss or five,” he said, leaning in as though to steal one already. But I pulled away slightly, moving to the side and crossing my arms. His eyes narrowed the tin
Chloe's POV.I watched as Hardin drove out of my house, although his scent and the memories of everything everything we've done together lingered on my head.I stood at the door for a minute longer after he left, arms folded over my chest as I leaned against it, smiling like a fool. The weekend had been… magical. No, scratch that... it had been dangerous, sinful, addictive. We had fallen deep, deeper than I thought was even possible.And now, it was Monday morning. And reality came knocking like a doorbell. I needed to get back to work.With a small sigh, I turned away from the door and dragged my weekend bag across the living room toward the bedroom. The entire space emitted a deceptive calmness. As if the storm brewing in my chest didn’t exist.I opened my bag and began unpacking. My clothes still smelled like Hardin’s cologne... masculine, spicy. I paused mid fold, pressing one of my dresses against my face, breathing him in like some sort of addict. God, what was wrong with me?
Chloe's POV.Just as he was beginning to spasm and close to cum, he suddenly pulled out of me, his gaze on me, now fierce and hot."Get rid of the remnant of clothes on your body." This time, he sounded more authoritative, and I knew he was in his fierce mood.I slowly peeled off the buttons of the shirt and ripped it off my body. my face burning with excitement for what is coming.Hardin watched with predatory eyes, his still hard cock bobbing in front of him. I was standing before him, completely naked."Goddamn, I've got to say this every second, you are perfection at it's peak, princess." he whistled, eyes roaming over my exposed body. "Now turn around. Let me see that ass."I rotated slowly, showing him my backside, my tits swinging with the movement."Fuck yeah, Bend over and show me what I own." I slowly bent at the waist, placing my hands on the counter again, presenting my ass to him like a bitch in heat."Nah, against the wall. Hands up high where I can see them."I shuff
Chloe's POV. I gently stirred awake from my deep sleep, although my eyes were still clouded with deep waves of sleep, but I was so thirsty. I needed to take water, or juice, or literally anything that'll keep me hydrated. Hardin's arms were wrapped securely around me, slowly, I managed to untangle myself from his grip and strolled out of the room, and headed towards the kitchen. Since it was middle of the night, I didn't bother switching on the light, instead I just headed straight to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and went back to stand by the counter and gulped down the water till I was satisfied and almost out of breath. I leaned over the counter, trying to catch my breath. Almost immediately, I felt a presence behind me. I didn't need to turn around before knowing who it was. "You were deep asleep when I left the room, how are you here?" I snapped. I heard him chuckle, leaning closer toward me, grabbing my waist. "I do have those thoughts too, I feel the guil
Chloe's POV.Slowly I stretched out my right leg, left knee still bent, Hardin using the freedom I willingly gave him to slip a single finger lengthwise between my outer lips. My mouth snapped open, my deep breathing picking up speed while he continued to kiss my neck, his hand never moving.I could feel his finger pressed between my outer lips, pressed firmly along the shaft of my clit, the tip of his finger barely brushing against the edge of my vulva and perineum, his palm cupping and squeezing my mound while never moving his finger. I rocked my hips slightly, my wet heat coating his finger, my lubrication spilling from my body to coat his palm, his length gliding against my lower back.Minutes passed by with only the sound of my deep breathing and soft moaning, our hips moving slightly, his length gliding against my skin, his palm pressing and gliding against my mound without his finger ever delving deeper.Finally without wasting any more second, I took a deep breath and rotated
Chloe's POV.I stirred from sleep slowly. My body ached in the best way possible. My skin still shaken from last night’s fire, and every inch of me was wrapped in the afterglow.But something made my lashes flutter open, something I couldn’t ignore.Eyes.I felt them before I saw them.When my vision cleared, I met the deepest pair of eyes staring right at me. Hardin was propped up on one elbow beside me, watching me like I was the sunrise itself... like I was the most captivating sight he’d ever laid eyes on.He had that damn smile again. That cocky, sinful smirk that curved just slightly to the left and made my chest tighten in the worst and best ways.“Good morning, princess.” he whispered, his voice was soft, and his tone thicker than sleep. “Did you sleep well, or do you want me to tire you out a little more first?”I groaned and instinctively buried my face in the pillow. “Stop looking at me like that,” I mumbled, heat rushing to my cheeks.“Like what?” he teased, his body inchi
Chloe's POV.Our lips crashed against each other again, kissing, tongues exploring. His hands slide under my shirt to grasp my bare ass cheeks tightly and picked me up. "C'mon, princess." He growled into my ears as he held me up from the table, now against his broad chest.I squealed in delight and followed his lead, wrapping my legs around him. Our foreheads pressing together, our eyes locked, and my boobs pushed tight against his chest as he held me for a few seconds, then sat me down on the edge of the table. I couldn't stop myself from looking down and admiring his strong physique and toned body. I could see he was getting hard beneath those pants, and my arousal grew. I badly wanted to feel him in me. Subconsciously I squeeze the muscles in my cunt at the thought of his cock buried deep inside and feel myself starting to tingle with desire.His hands held my thighs and he lift them higher and wider apart. I pulled up the material of the shirt to my waist to reveal my cunt to