RESCUED BY THE DEVIL 🔞

15. A NIGHT OF SUBMISSION AND CONTROL🔞🔞

"Warning: This chapter contains mature content, including explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you're uncomfortable with smut, please skip to the next chapter."

The car was dimly lit, the air thick with tension and something far more dangerous—desire, tainted with the aphrodisiac coursing through Selene’s veins. She was burning, her skin feverish, her mind hazy with need. She clenched her thighs together, but it did nothing to ease the ache that had settled between them.

Lucian sat beside her, his eyes dark pools of amusement and possession. He knew. He could see the way she trembled, the way her breath hitched every time his fingers barely grazed her skin. He leaned in, his voice a dangerous whisper against her ear.

"Tell me, Selene… do you want me to ease your suffering?"

Selene's breath was shaky, her body betraying her. She didn’t want to surrender so easily, but the aphrodisiac had reduced her to nothing more than a desperate, aching mess.

"Y-yes…" she whispered, barely able to speak.

Lucian’s lips curved into a smirk. "Say it properly. Beg me."

She swallowed hard, her pride warring with her need, but the moment his fingers traced slow, tormenting patterns along her thigh, all defiance crumbled.

"Please, Lucian… touch me."

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest. His hand slid up, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. But just as she arched into his touch, seeking more—he pulled away.

"Patience," he murmured. "You don’t get relief that easily."

Selene whimpered in frustration, her body screaming for him.

Lucian reached out, tilting her chin so she met his gaze. "You're beautiful when you're desperate," he mused before claiming her lips in a slow, intoxicating kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming every part of her, making her feel utterly owned.

His hands roamed lower, undoing the buttons of her blouse with deliberate slowness, exposing her heated skin inch by inch. Selene shivered, anticipation tightening every muscle in her body.

Then, his hand cupped her breast, squeezing firmly, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak. He rolled it between his fingers, earning a gasp from her lips. But just as quickly as he touched her, he withdrew again.

"I told you, little one. I'm going to take my time."

Selene let out a frustrated whimper, but Lucian only chuckled.

"You're at my mercy tonight."

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At the Mansion – A Darker Turn

By the time they reached his mansion, Selene was trembling, her body a live wire of need. Lucian carried her inside, his grip possessive, as if he had no intention of letting her escape.

He placed her on the massive bed in his master bedroom, looming over her like a predator.

"You're not done yet," he murmured. "Not even close."

Before she could process his words, his lips were on her neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks of possession on her feverish skin. His hands slid lower, pushing her skirt up, exposing her trembling thighs.

"Look at you," he whispered darkly. "So sensitive. So needy. And all for me."

Selene’s breathing turned ragged as Lucian’s tongue traced a sinful path down her stomach, his fingers teasing at the waistband of her underwear.

"L-Lucian… please—"

"Please what?" he taunted. "Use your words, Selene. Tell me exactly what you want."

Her cheeks burned, her pride making it difficult. But then, his fingers traced over her soaked panties, pressing against the throbbing bundle of nerves that ached for him.

Selene gasped, her back arching, a cry slipping from her lips.

"Tell me, or I stop."

"Please… touch me… make it stop…" she begged.

Lucian growled in satisfaction, slipping his hand beneath the fabric, his fingers parting her wetness.

"You're drenched, little one. And I haven't even started."

His finger teased her entrance before moving to her aching clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. Selene jerked, her body too sensitive, the sensation both pleasure and torment.

Lucian smirked. "You're shaking. Are you that desperate to come?"

Selene nodded frantically, her breathing uneven, her thighs trembling against his hold.

"Then suffer a little longer."

With that, he pulled away again, leaving her on the edge but utterly unsatisfied.

"No!" Selene whined, her voice breaking in desperation.

Lucian chuckled, dark and pleased. "You're learning your place, little one."

And then—his mouth was on her.

Selene cried out as Lucian’s tongue flicked against her clit, slow and torturous. He licked and sucked, holding her hips in place as she writhed, helpless under his control.

Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, Lucian pulled away again.

"No—please, don't stop—"

"Shh," he whispered. "You're not coming until I say you can."

Selene sobbed in frustration, her body trembling with unfulfilled pleasure.

Lucian reached for something in the bedside drawer—a small vibrator. He turned it on, the low hum filling the room.

"Let's see how long you last with this," he mused.

He pressed it against her aching clit, watching with dark amusement as she jerked violently at the sudden stimulation.

Selene cried out, overwhelmed, the sensation too much after all his teasing.

"Lucian—please—"

"Not yet."

He pressed the vibrator harder against her, increasing the intensity, drawing out her torture. Selene clawed at the sheets, her body burning, her legs shaking violently as she hovered on the edge once more.

Lucian leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Now."

And Selene shattered.

A broken cry tore from her lips as pleasure crashed over her, violent and all-consuming. Her vision blurred, her body convulsing as wave after wave of uncontrollable ecstasy ripped through her.

Lucian held her down, watching as she unraveled beneath him.

When she finally went limp, completely spent and trembling, he smirked.

"So innocent, yet you come undone like a filthy little thing under my touch," he murmured.

Selene barely had the strength to respond, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.

Lucian chuckled, his fingers tracing over her overstimulated, sensitive flesh.

"Don't think we're done yet, little one. The night is far from over." He then led Selene to their bathroom.

Lucian stood behind Selene in the bathroom, both of them completely naked, their bodies glistening under the soft light. His broad chest pressed against her back, his heat searing into her skin as he gripped her waist.

“Look at yourself,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Selene’s gaze flickered to the mirror. Her face was flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. But what truly made her pulse skyrocket was Lucian behind her—his sculpted body, his dark eyes filled with hunger, and his thick, hard cock pressed against her ass.