Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: More eager, passionate kiss

Layla splashed cold water onto her face, letting it cascade down as she steadied herself against the sink. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t shake the turmoil stirring inside her.

Why did she feel this way about Miriam? She was part of the same treacherous family. Was it because Miriam had the decency to admit that Orabela’s actions were wrong? Layla’s thoughts lingered on Miriam’s sudden collapse after learning of Orabela’s deeds, a detail that unsettled her deeply.

Stepping out of the washroom, Layla was met with Lucius’s steady gaze. He had clearly been waiting for her.

Without a word, he retrieved a small towel from the cupboard and approached her. Gently, he dabbed the cloth over her damp face, his touch tender yet purposeful.

“You don’t seem well,” he said quietly, his eyes searching hers. “Is it because Orabela’s mother fainted after hearing what Orabela did?”

Layla hesitated, her voice soft as she replied, “She never acted like that before. I always believed none of them had a conscience. But now… it seems I was wrong.”

Lucius tilted her chin upward, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. “Don’t dwell on it,” he said, his voice firm but comforting. “This is your victory, Layla. For the first time, you’ve managed to stand against Orabela and win.” His words soothed her.

“Yes, I’m glad I did it,” Layla admitted, a hint of satisfaction lacing her words. But then, her eyes narrowed in curiosity. “But how did you manage to get such strong evidence? Were you spying on your nephew?” Her tone shifted, and she paused, piecing together her thoughts. “You must have known about their affair for a while now,” she added, her voice laced with an accusatory edge. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Lucius sighed, his gaze steady but filled with regret. “It would have been devastating for you,” he explained gently, his fingers brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I kept the evidence hidden, waiting for the right moment, just in case it became useful. I never wanted to burden you with it unless I had no choice.”

Layla blinked, absorbing his words, but her thoughts still raced. Before she could respond, Lucius’s expression darkened slightly, his brow furrowing. “But why didn’t you tell me Roderick was harassing you with different numbers?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Layla lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting as she answered, “I didn’t want to trouble you with it. I know you’ve been handling a lot already.”

Lucius’s hand rested on her shoulder, his grip firm yet warm. His voice deepened with emotion. “It’s never a bother, Layla,” he said, his eyes softening even as his tone grew more serious. “Don’t hide things from me. It only makes things harder in the end. We’re supposed to face this together.”

Layla met his gaze, her own softening with understanding. “I know,” she whispered. “I understand.”

Lucius smiled softly as he put the towel away, his eyes briefly following Layla as she made her way to the bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress, her mind still troubled. “I hope Lady Miriam recovers soon,” she murmured.

Lucius approached her, his expression darkening slightly. “Even if she doesn’t, you shouldn’t be concerned about her,” he said, his tone firmer than before. “Let them bear the consequences of what they did to you. Besides, your grandmother seems like a piece of work—crazy, even. Did she ever abuse you?” His voice was low, but there was a sharpness to his question.

Layla glanced at him for a moment, her mind wandering back to her grandmother. “Grandma didn’t spend much time with us,” she began, her voice steady despite the memories. “She hated that Dad refused to kick me out when he sent my mother away. She only visited once a year, and each time was unpleasant, but she wasn’t around enough to do real damage.”

“Did she ever lay a hand on you?” Lucius pressed.

Layla met his eyes, reading the unspoken threat beneath his words. She knew that if she admitted to any physical abuse, Lucius wouldn’t hesitate to deal with the old woman in his own way.

She took a slow breath, choosing her words carefully. “She’s old now,” she replied softly, her gaze drifting away. “Whatever power she had over me is long gone. I’ve already done what I needed to do.”

It was clear to her that Lucius was ready to intervene, but Layla didn’t want him involved in this, not with her grandmother.

“Hmm,” Lucius hummed in response, his expression unreadable.

“Don’t do anything,” Layla urged, her voice soft but firm.

“I won’t,” he replied, though his tone wasn’t entirely convincing.

“Promise me,” she said quickly, her eyes searching his face for reassurance.

Lucius sighed, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I can’t promise that,” he admitted, brushing off the topic as he moved closer. “Let’s get some sleep. It’s late.”

Layla shook her head gently, her fingers wrapping around his hand. “Thank you for standing up for me tonight,” she said, her voice warm with gratitude. “But don’t do it again, especially when it comes to my family. I’ll handle them on my own. I don’t want them to think of you as the villain.”

Lucius smirked, amusement flashing in his eyes. “I love being called villain. They are worshipped more than a hero,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

Layla laughed softly, shaking her head as a smile played on her lips. “Heroes are better in my eyes,” she teased.

Lucius raised a brow, intrigued. “Really? Then consider me your hero,” he suggested, his tone light but with a playful edge.

Layla nodded, her giggle slipping out. “Sure,” she agreed, still smiling. But before she could say more, Lucius suddenly pulled her onto his lap, catching her completely off guard.

“I wasn’t joking about that,” he whispered, his nose brushing lightly against hers. His voice was low, intimate. “Let’s put an end to all your worries.”

“How?” she asked, amusement twinkling in her eyes as her heartbeat quickened.

Lucius didn’t answer with words. Instead, he closed the space between them, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. Layla’s eyes fluttered shut as her fingers instinctively pressed into his arms. The kiss was soft, tender, and yet it had the power to pull her in entirely. She followed his lead, her lips moving in sync with his, lost in the warmth of the moment.

As the need for air finally overpowered them, Layla and Lucius slowly pulled away, their breaths mingling in the brief space between them. Their eyes locked, both filled with an unspoken desire that lingered in the silence.

For a moment, they simply gazed at each other, hearts racing in sync. But Layla decided not to stop this time. Her hands moved swiftly, wrapping around his neck, and before Lucius could fully process it, she closed the distance again, pressing her lips to his in a more eager, passionate kiss.

This time, it was her who took control. Her thumbs rested gently on his cheeks, tracing the outline of his jaw as the remaining fingers caressed the back of his neck, making him groan.

Lucius responded in kind, his hands moving down to her hips. He gripped her firmly, anchoring her in place on his lap as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

The heat between them grew, and he could feel the tension in his body rising, his desires igniting with each passing second. He was rock hard, his need for her overwhelming, as his lips moved hungrily against hers.

Lucius’s hand moved with deliberate slowness, sliding from her hip to the front of her body, fingers grazing the fabric of her nightgown before finding their way to her breast.

A soft gasp escaped Layla’s lips, her back instinctively arching as she pressed herself closer to him.

With a steady hand, Lucius reached for the delicate strap of her nightgown. His fingers brushed her skin as he pulled the strap down, exposing more of her to the cool night air.

As the strap slipped from her shoulder, the metallic ring of his hand grazed her skin, the unexpected chill sending a shiver coursing through her arm and down her spine.

Layla’s breath hitched at the sensation and she again pulled away from the kiss.

“Lucius,” she called out his name.

“Yes, Layla?” His eyes locked with hers, sensing the same desire as he carried for her.

“Do you want me?” Layla questioned, biting her lip.

“All the time,” he responded, his thumb brushed her lower lip.

Layla’s hands slid from Lucius’s neck to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his t-shirt as she gathered the hem in her hands. In one smooth motion, she pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Her hands immediately found their way to his bare chest, her fingers trailing over his warm skin. The intimacy of the moment made her cheeks flush a deep shade of red, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.

Without a word, she leaned down, pressing her lips against his chest, placing soft, deliberate kisses along his skin. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver through Lucius, and his body responded almost instinctively.

His breath caught in his throat, and the unexpected pleasure of her lips on him made him groan low in his throat.

“Fuck, Layla!” he growled, his voice thick with desire. His hand shot up, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her back up, bringing her face level with his once again.