Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: About to come next

Roderick pressed his fingers to his temple, his jaw clenched in anger. “My uncle knew about my affair with Orabela all along,” he muttered bitterly, fists tightening. “He’s been sitting on evidence, waiting for the perfect moment to use it against me.”

Earlier, as he prepared for bed, the call from Orabela had shattered what little peace he had. She told him how Layla had stormed into her house, publicly accusing them of betrayal. To make matters worse, Lucius had chosen that moment to unveil the damning photos of them, showing them to Layla’s family, leaving no room for denial.

Roderick paced the balcony, running his hand through his hair in frustration. The betrayal from someone he had always respected, someone he’d trusted as an elder, stung deeply.

“I treated him like family, gave him my respect,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “But now, it’s my turn to play my hand, Uncle Lucius.” His jaw tightened with cold resolve as the wind whipped around him.

As Roderick entered the room, he swiftly picked up his phone and dialed a number, his expression cold and focused. “Make sure this is done without any mistakes,” he commanded before abruptly ending the call.

He tossed the phone onto the bed, watching it bounce on the mattress before muttering to himself, “Layla, I was willing to go easy on you. But now…” His eyes darkened with an evil intent, and a dangerous smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I’ll show you what Roderick De Salvo is truly capable of,” he continued, his voice a whisper dripping with menace. “I will bring you to your knees. And when I’m done, there will be no one left to save you—not even Uncle Lucius.”

With that, a sinister grin spread across his face as he slid into the blanket before drifting off to sleep.

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“Fuck, Layla!” Lucius’s fingers entangled in her hair to pull her up. He crashed his lips on hers before flipping her on the mattress. She parted her lips voluntarily, giving him the access to explore her mouth while her legs locked around his torso. His hardness pressed on him, making her shudder already in pleasure.

Layla’s back arched slightly as Lucius’s cold hand glided up her thigh, inching dangerously close to her core.

The moment his fingers brushed over the fabric of her undergarment, teasing her womanhood, he pulled away from the kiss, coaxing a soft moan from her lips.

Her heart raced uncontrollably fast, her body responding instinctively to his touch as her eyes fluttered open with shock and need.

“Please…” she whispered breathlessly, barely able to find her voice.

“Please what, Layla?” Lucius asked, his voice low, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he watched her struggle with her desire.

Too shy to admit her need, Layla’s lips parted but no words came. Instead, her response came in the form of a loud moan as his fingers pressed harder, teasingly, against her sensitive spot. “Hngh!” she gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

“I feel… strange,” she finally managed to say, biting down on her bottom lip, her entire body alight with sensations she couldn’t quite understand. Her stomach churned, her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage as Lucius’s eyes darkened with a predatory desire.

Just as she was about to plead again, he withdrew his hand, causing a wave of frustration to course through her, her body almost betraying her with a needy whimper.

But before she could react, Lucius ducked his head down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He pressed soft, lingering kisses on both sides, each one setting her nerves aflame, before he nipped at a tender spot, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure.

The next moment, Layla moaned helplessly as his tongue and lips soothed the spots he had teased, sending shivers through her body.

She felt utterly exposed, the position leaving her feeling vulnerable, her thighs parted as Lucius worked his way closer. She dared not look, the embarrassment too much to bear.

Layla reached out, her trembling hands finding their way to Lucius’s face, gently pulling him toward her.

As their lips met again, this time with more urgency, her hand slid down to his chest, her fingers splaying over his skin, feeling the rapid, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. Her cheeks and ears were flushed, turning a deep shade of crimson as the heat between them grew.

She arched her back instinctively, pressing her body closer to his, her leg draped over his thigh. His hand trailed down her spine, sending shivers up her body as he held her, their connection intensifying.

Her dress had slipped halfway down, leaving her exposed, her breasts now pressing softly against his chest.

“Layla, I want to do so many things to you,” Lucius whispered huskily, his words heavy with desire as he kissed her fervently, his lips brushing against hers between breaths. His fingers trailed down her spine before shifting to the front, slowly moving to her womanhood once again.

“No one is stopping you,” she whispered back, her voice barely above a breath as she kissed his chin, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Layla’s eyes opened for a brief moment, only to catch sight of something unexpected. There, etched into Lucius’s neck, was her name. Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing as she stared at the tattoo in disbelief.

“When did you do this?” she asked, her voice laced with shock as she pulled back slightly to get a better look. Her fingers traced the letters of her name on his skin, barely able to comprehend the sight.

Lucius smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched her reaction. “A day ago,” he murmured. “I wanted something permanent… a reminder that you’re mine.”

His eyes locked onto hers, telling her just how much she meant to him.

She felt his hand move down, his fingers tugging at the band of her undergarment, and her breath hitched in anticipation. Her body tensed slightly, fully aware of what was about to come next.