Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Her touch, her taste

Lucius practically dragged Layla out of the bar after paying the bill. “Let go of me, Lucius. My feet hurt. I’ll walk slowly, like a tortoise,” she mumbled.

He stared at her, stunned. They weren’t walking anywhere; they were just waiting for a taxi. He noticed her flushed cheeks and sighed. ‘What in the world did she drink this time?’

“Damn it! I should’ve kept an eye on her,” he muttered, pulling her closer into his embrace. “No one’s walking, Layla. Your head’s spinning,” he said softly, tightening his hold around her. When the taxi finally arrived, Lucius helped her into the car.

Once they reached the cottage, Lucius carried her inside, cradling her in his arms like a bride, while she continued to ramble on about random things.

“Are you leaving me?” Layla asked as he gently set her down on the bed.

“No,” Lucius replied, kneeling to remove her sneakers.

“I have a secret to tell you,” she slurred, catching his gaze as he slipped her shoes off and tucked them under the bed.

“A secret?” He raised a brow, intrigued.

“Yes!” Layla nodded enthusiastically.

“What is it?” he asked, though he was sure she was too drunk for any real conversation.

Layla cupped his face, kneeling beside him on the bed. “But I can tell you because you’re my secret-keeper,” she giggled.

From this angle, she looked undeniably cute, her flushed face and bright eyes making Lucius swallow hard. ‘Why does she have to get drunk like this?’ he thought, trying to shake off the effect she had on him.

“Alright, what’s the secret?” he asked, trying to distract himself.

“Do you really want to know? But you can’t tell anyone,” she teased.

“I won’t. I promise, baby,” Lucius said with a soft chuckle. He tried to pry her hands from his face, but her grip was surprisingly strong. And oddly, he didn’t mind being held like this, staring up at her.

Layla leaned in close, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered, “The secret is… my husband is a mafia boss. He has a gun. But you can’t tell anyone.”

Lucius couldn’t help but chuckle at her drunken confession. “Am I not your husband?” he asked, amused.

“Yes, you are, Lucius,” she beamed, looking like the happiest person in the world.

He grinned at her playful tone, finding the whole situation lighthearted and funny. But just as he was relaxing, Layla’s lips suddenly grazed his throat, pressing a soft kiss to his Adam’s apple. She rested her hand on his chest, her fingers brushing against the firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt.

“Layla, stop,” he murmured, gently pushing her away, his voice strained. He couldn’t believe how one innocent kiss from her had made his entire body tense.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, fighting the urge to pull her back into his arms and kiss her until they would be breathless, touch her until she would moan his name.

“But aren’t we husband and wife? We can love each other, kiss each other,” Layla murmured, her eyes searching his. “You know, the first time I looked into your eyes, I was dumbfounded. They remind me of the ocean…”

Her smile began to fade, and Lucius noticed a shadow crossing her face. Layla’s voice grew quieter, more distant. “Orabela tried to kill me once. I was six at the time. I told my mom that Bella pushed me into the deep water, but she refused to believe me. I still remember Bella’s smile as I was drowning, struggling under the water.”

Lucius stiffened, his heart heavy as she spoke. Layla’s tone was hollow, like she was reliving a trauma long buried. He could feel the weight of her words, the pain hidden behind her drunken state.

She stared into the distance, recalling that horrible day. “Everyone was in the lounge, enjoying a barbecue. I was brought back by the uncle who saved my life. But instead of relief, all I got was blame.”

Lucius watched her, his chest tightening as she continued.

‘This girl always ruins our fun,’ Darius had muttered, his annoyance palpable.

‘Why don’t you learn something from Orabela? When will we stop having to teach you everything?’ Seraphina had reprimanded her coldly.

Layla’s voice cracked as she recalled her younger self, standing there, soaking wet, pleading for someone to listen. ‘Mom… she pushed me into the pool,’ she had whispered, hoping for comfort.

But instead of support, her mother, Miriam, had snapped at her, her voice sharp and accusing. ‘This girl! Where did you learn to lie like this?’ she had shouted. ‘Take her away from my sight. Honey, I told you not to let them come, especially Layla. She always causes trouble.’

The little Layla cried in her room for hours, but even her mother wasn’t by her side. She wanted to run away from them, but she also knew if she would get caught, her mother would beat her.

“Don’t cry,” Lucius urged softly, his gaze locking with hers. Layla’s heart pounded in her chest as their eyes met, a sudden surge of emotion overwhelming her. *Would it still beat this loudly if I just…* Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Stop, Layla!” Lucius gently pushed her back, his voice strained as he fought the desire building inside him. His body was tense, the urge to give in almost unbearable, but he knew he had to restrain himself.

“Do you not like it?” Layla asked, her voice trembling with worry.

Lucius sighed, his resistance faltering for a moment. “I do,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “But you need to be in your senses to do it with me,” he murmured against her skin, inhaling her intoxicating scent that made it so difficult to pull away. He couldn’t help but nibble gently at her neck, savoring the softness of her skin, before finally pulling back.

“I am in my senses, Lucius,” Layla insisted, her voice a bit fragile this time. “You always push me away. Am I undesirable to you?”

Lucius’s heart clenched at her words. He raised his head, meeting her gaze, his eyes filled with tenderness and frustration. “Layla, you’re anything but not undesirable,” he said softly. “But when we share something like this, I want you to be fully aware, not clouded by anything else. You deserve more than just a moment blurred by alcohol. You should know how much I desire you.”

Lucius opened his mouth to speak, but Layla silenced him once again with a long, fervent kiss. Her hand slipped to his nape, her fingers tracing gentle patterns against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His control, already hanging by a thread had begun to unravel.

He couldn’t resist any longer. With a groan, he kissed her back, harder this time, his fingers tangling in her hair as his other hand instinctively pulled her up onto his lap. His hand rested on the small of her back, steady but restrained, though every part of him ached to explore more of her body.

Layla, however, wasn’t content with restraint. She grabbed his hand, guiding it slowly to the front of her body while their kiss deepened, their breaths mingling.

The moment his hand brushed against her curve, Layla moaned softly against his lips, the sound igniting a fire between them, sending a jolt of desire through her body.

Lucius’ mind raced. He was losing himself in her—her warmth, her touch, her taste—but the echo of his earlier resolve nagged at him.

Yet, as their kiss grew more intense, that resolve began to blur, his body responding to every small movement she made.

Once they were both breathless, they pulled away, their lips parting slowly. Layla gazed into Lucius’ blue eyes, now darkened with desire. Her own inner voice urged her to surrender, to let go completely.

But Lucius, sensing the tension and the pull between them, spoke with a firm resolve. “You need to sleep, Layla. We can’t do this when you aren’t in your right senses. I want your first time to be special, without the influence of alcohol or anything else. No more arguments,” he said sternly. His tone left no room for debate as he gently laid her down on the mattress.

He pulled the duvet over her, tucking her in with care. “Close your eyes, Babe,” he murmured, his fingers brushing tenderly through her hair. Layla’s eyelids grew heavy under his touch, the exhaustion finally catching up with her.

“Kiss me in the morning,” she mumbled, her words slurred. “Then, I’ll be sober. If you don’t, I won’t talk to you.”

Lucius couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her sleepy demand. “Sure. I’ll do that,” he promised, watching as her breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep.

With a sigh, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, lingering for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. He watched her for a second longer, then headed to the washroom, needing to clear his head and regain his composure.