Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: I hate you

Lucius pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of Layla’s neck and down to her shoulder, each one leaving behind faint red marks.

His hand hovered teasingly over her belly, not rushing but allowing her pleasure to simmer and build gradually.

Being her first time, he was careful with every movement, intent on making sure she felt as much pleasure as he would.

With his other hand, Lucius trailed his fingers lightly between the valley of her breasts, sending shivers through her body.

His darkened eyes locked onto hers for a moment, drinking in her reactions—the way her breath hitched, her half-lidded gaze, and the soft, needy sounds escaping her lips.

“Lucius…” she whispered, his name barely audible before a sweet moan followed as his lips found the swell of her left breast. Her eyes fluttered open, realizing her bare skin was fully exposed to his gaze, and it made her shy.

“You are beautiful, Layla. So beautiful,” Lucius whispered, his voice rough with desire as he brought his face close to hers. He gently nibbled on her bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp from her, while his hand that had been teasing her womanhood now rested on her belly, drawing slow, lazy circles. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured against her lips, his breath both warm and heavy.

Layla’s hands moved to the knots of his robe, deftly untying them. Her palms met the bare skin of his abdomen, and the sensation made him groan deeply, the sound vibrating in the space between them.

Their eyes opened simultaneously, locking in an intense gaze. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her hands behind him as their lips crashed together in a fervent kiss, full of heat and longing. Lucius let the back of his finger trail slowly up her belly, teasing just beneath her breast with a feather-light touch that made her body tremble in anticipation.

A soft moan escaped her lips—”Mmmmh…”—as his hand finally cupped her breast, squeezing gently but with a steady, deliberate pressure.

The intense pleasure rippled through Layla, sending waves of shivers across her body, making her arch against him instinctively.

But a sudden sharp gasp escaped her lips—”Ahhh!”—as Lucius nipped at the soft skin of her breast, the bite just enough to blend pain with pleasure.

Before she could catch her breath, his mouth latched onto the swell of her breast, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh. His hand slid to her back, gently but firmly pulling her body to tilt against him, guiding her closer.

“Ahhh, Lucius… What are you doing? That’s… ngh!” she managed to cry out, her words dissolving into a mix of moans and breathless cries. Her mind struggled to keep up with what exactly going on, where to focus and where not to, the intensity far beyond anything she had imagined love-making could be. It was overwhelming, yet intoxicating, her body responding to his every touch, every kiss, as if drawn into an irresistible current.

With that, the heat began pooling between her legs.

Her skin burned wherever he touched and the feel of his mouth against her skin left her with a desire of more. Her hand also gently move in slow caresses on his chest, feeling how it would rise and fall.

Lucius grabbed her hand and pinned it just beside her head, his fingers intertwining with hers. Bringing his face right above Layla’s, he brought his hand down to her bare hipbone, tracing it sensually. His hungry gaze lingered on her lips for a few seconds he again kissed her. Their mouths molded together while his hand now journeyed slowly once again to her womanhood.

Just then, Layla’s phone began ringing loudly. However, the two of them didn’t care this time. They were too engrossed in each other, in exploring their heightened desires that they didn’t either hear the second ring.

Just as Lucius’ hand began to part Layla’s legs, moving slowly along her inner thigh, she felt her breath catch in her throat. She needed air, and as if sensing her silent plea, Lucius withdrew his lips from hers, allowing her a moment to breathe.

The tension between them was electric, his gaze dark with intent. He was ready to show her the full depth of his desire when, suddenly, his phone rang loudly, snapping both of them out of their trance.

“Forget it,” Lucius muttered, his voice rough with impatience, ready to ignore the interruption. But then, it rang again, more insistent this time.

“I think you should check it,” Layla suggested, her voice breathy, though she bit her lip nervously. “It might be urgent.”

Lucius sighed in frustration but knew she was right. Reluctantly, he sat up. Layla, still flushed from the intensity of what had just unfolded, pulled her bathrobe over herself and sat up, trying to compose herself.

Her heart was racing, her face still flushed with desire. She glanced down at her trembling hands, trying to calm her body, which still buzzed with the aftershocks of their intimacy. When Layla realized what she demanded from Lucius, she quietly got down from the bed and ran to the washroom to steady herself.

As Lucius glanced at his phone, irritation flickered across his features. “Roger, what the fuck do you want?” His irritation was evident in his tone.

“Boss, I just want to know if you are doing well. I didn’t hear from you for more than three days, so I was worried. It is early morning, so I thought to call you…” Roger said, his voice turning low in the end.

Lucius rubbed the temple of his forehead. “Roger, I’m going to beat you once I’ll be there. You really ruined a very intimate moment of mine,” he snapped at him.

“I’m sorry, Boss. I’m hanging up!” Roger quickly hung up, not hearing what Lucius had to say further.

Lucius looked at his phone and twitched his lips in anger before putting it on silence. He saw Layla had gone, but he ended up smiling because she let him come a step closer to him. She was not awkward anymore of his touch, his kisses. As he run his fingers through his hair, he murmured, “Not bad for the first step. She is accepting me slowly and that’s all matter to me.”

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Layla stood before the mirror, her hands pressed over her heart as she stared at her reflection. “I asked him to do it… Do I love him? Already? Is it that easy to fall in love?” she whispered to herself, confusion swirling in her mind.

Her emotions were tangled, and she couldn’t tell if it was love or the yearning for intimacy and connection that had made her crave Lucius’ touch. “Maybe I just want to feel those things…” she reasoned, her voice barely audible.

After some time of mulling over her thoughts, Layla returned to the bedroom, expecting to see Lucius.

But he was gone.

Quickly, she changed into her clothes, preparing to leave when her phone buzzed. She picked it up, the sight of a message from her mother, Seraphina, stopping her in her tracks.

[Layla, I am your mother. Do you think it was easy for me to keep you in this family? Don’t ignore me. Whatever I did to you was to protect you since I have the status of a mistress. I just want you to behave before Orabela and his mother since they have everything, while I need to wait for even the expenses from your father all the time.]

The message was long, filled with familiar sentiments Layla had heard countless times before. Every time Layla felt upset or distant, Seraphina would pull out the same arguments.

Her words were meant to invoke guilt, to make Layla feel indebted to her for her sacrifices. But this time, instead of the guilt Seraphina was aiming for, Layla felt only anger.

The familiar tightness gripped Layla’s chest as she read the message. For the past few days, she had been avoiding her mother’s texts, trying to create some distance between them.

But today, something snapped inside her. The weight of her unresolved emotions boiled over, and she decided to respond.

[Don’t ever message me again. I’m not your daughter anymore. I hate you.]

Her fingers trembled as she typed the words, and by the time she hit send, her eyes were brimming with tears. Yet, despite the sadness and pain that rose within her, Layla had hardened her resolve.

She wouldn’t allow herself to feel empathy for someone who had only used her for their own gain.

With shaking hands, she turned off her phone and wiped the tears from her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and left the bedroom, determined not to let Seraphina’s hold on her control her any longer.

Meanwhile, Seraphina, seated with her phone, read the message with disbelief. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her grip on the phone tightening as fury built inside her.

“This girl…” she muttered under her breath, her face darkening with anger. Layla had always been obedient, bending to her will. The defiance in her message was something new, something Seraphina wasn’t willing to tolerate.

“It was my mistake to let her marry Lucius,” Seraphina hissed, venom dripping from her words. “Orabela is suffering because of her, while she’s off enjoying herself in some part of the world.”

A sinister glint flashed in her eyes as a vicious plan began to take shape in her mind. “I won’t let you live in peace, Layla,” she vowed, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ve crossed a line, and now, you’ll pay for it.”