𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍
She said something about a drink, or maybe it was coffee, but I'd barely heard her words cause all my attention was on the strip of pale skin visible at the top of her robe. "No," I said on autopilot, "no coffee," and then I reached for the tie of her robe, my hands acting seemingly of their own accord.
The garment fell apart at a light tug, revealing a body straight out of my wet dreams. High, full breasts tipped by hard pink nipples, a waist small enough to span with my hands, gently curving hips, and long, long legs. And between those legs, not even a hint of hair, just the smooth, bare mound of her pussy.
My dick got so hard it hurt. After my heart got broken once by the only woman I had so desperately wanted to be loved by, I turned off all emotions when it came to women. I fucked. I came. And I left. But this girl was making me want something else. Something dangerous.
Lucian is in deep deep shit. The way he is thinking about Milan is going to lead to very disastrous outcomes, trust me.