Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Ruining her

Layla groaned softly as she turned to her left, her head throbbing with a dull ache. Slowly blinking her eyes open, she found herself lying next to Lucius, who was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. He lay shirtless, the faint morning light highlighting the intricate dragon tattoo etched across his muscular torso.

The events of the previous night rushed through her mind, vivid and overwhelming, making her heart race. Propping herself up on her elbows, Layla’s gaze lingered on his bare chest, her throat tightening as she swallowed.

Carefully, she lifted the duvet, moving with quiet precision, and gently slid her leg out from under the covers, trying not to disturb him as she began to slip away.

Lucius, who was pretending to be asleep, instinctively grasped Layla’s wrist, pulling her onto his chest with a swift, effortless motion. One of his hands settled possessively on her thigh while the other tangled into her soft hair, his fingers weaving through the strands.

“Morning, love,” he murmured with a mischievous smile, his voice deep and lazy from sleep.

Layla’s heart skipped a beat. “Good morning,” she replied as she nervously bit her lower lip. “I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she added, casting a fleeting glance at him before her eyes darted away. Tentatively, she placed her fingertips on his chest, attempting to pull away, but Lucius’s grip on her remained firm, preventing any escape.

“I need to use the washroom,” she whispered, her voice faltering under his intense gaze.

Lucius’s eyes searched hers, a playful glint flickering in their depths. “Do you remember what happened last night?” he asked with amusement.

Layla’s cheeks flushed slight pink. “Yes, we kissed, and then I fell asleep,” she admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You were a gentleman last night.” Her smile quickly faded as she let out a sharp gasp, startled by the sudden squeeze on her thigh.

“You begged me to be yours last night,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. His hand moved slowly, sensually, tracing the curve of her hip, gliding up her waist before stopping just beneath her breast. His touch was light, almost teasing, as his fingers began drawing lazy circles just under the fabric of her dress.

Layla’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as a soft moan threatened to escape her lips. Her heart pounded against her chest, the heat between them intensifying. He hadn’t even touched her skin, yet his touch was driving her to the brink.

‘This man knows exactly how to push me to the edge,’ she thought, her mind spinning.

Lucius’s gaze darkened as he leaned closer. “Yesterday in the afternoon, you said we didn’t love each other and that there was no need for intimacy. But at night, you became bolder.” His voice was a velvet purr, his eyebrow arching in challenge. “It seems you keep your wild desires buried deep inside. Shall I bring them to the surface?”

Layla’s body tensed under his hold, but an idea sparked in her mind. If he wanted to play, she could play too.

With deliberate slowness, she laid her hand to his chest for a second, her fingertips trailing lightly over his dragon tattoo. Her eyelashes fluttered as she let her touch linger, teasingly, knowing his eyes were glued to her every movement, wondering what she was up to.

“What are you doing?” Lucius asked in his thick, raspy voice.

“Admiring you,” Layla replied, her voice soft but laced with a seductive edge. Her eyes shimmered with mischief as she looked at him. “Can’t I do that?” she teased, hoping her distraction would loosen his grip. ‘Just a bit more… then he’ll let me go,’ she thought, feeling confident in her ploy.

But her plan crumbled in an instant. Lucius pulled her head down, capturing her lips in a fierce, sudden kiss. She gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest as he swiftly flipped her beneath him, his body now hovering over hers. His hand roamed down to her thigh, squeezing it gently, thus sending a rush of heat through her.

“Mmmph,” Layla moaned against his mouth, her protest melting away as the intensity of the kiss overtook her. Her hands, once pressing against his chest in resistance, slowly softened and slid upward, no longer fighting him as she found herself giving in.

‘What am I doing? I need to…’ Layla’s mind scrambled for clarity, but her thoughts dissolved the moment Lucius’s fingers grazed her inner thigh. A surge of unfamiliar sensations churned in her stomach, leaving her breathless and lightheaded. Every touch overwhelmed her, pulling her deeper into a haze she couldn’t quite explain.

Lucius finally broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air, but his lips didn’t stop. They traveled down to her jawline, trailing dangerously close to her throat. “Don’t wake up my beast like that, Layla,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire. “Last night, you weren’t sober, so I stopped. But now, you are.”

“Mmm…” Layla moaned softly as his lips found her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. His hand moved upward, hovering dangerously close to her breast.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sudden ringing of a phone shattered the moment. Layla’s eyes flew open, her body stiffening at the interruption. “Your pho—” Layla’s eyes formed into an O because of his gentle, hot ministrations.

Lucius showed no sign of stopping. Ignoring the incessant buzzing, his hand finally cupped her breast, making her breath hitch as she found herself trapped in the heat of the moment.

Lucius’s hand moved higher, inching dangerously close to her most intimate area when Layla’s hand shot down, grasping his wrist firmly.

“Lucius, please stop…” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she met his gaze, her eyes pleading with him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath shallow as she tried to steady her racing heart, hoping he would understand her unspoken plea.

“I-I want you, but I feel itchy, and want to take a bath.” Layla had no idea what she was saying, but for now, she wanted to run by any means. He was really ruining her.

“Let’s take a bath then,” Lucius said with a grin and lifted her in his arms before heading to the washroom.