The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 660

Chapter 660: Chapter 660 The Darker Luke
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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!

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Luke slowly withdrew his shaft, mesmerized by the way Hera’s slick juice coated his length, glistening under the dim light.

His eyes darkened with hunger before he slammed back into her, eliciting a loud, uncontrollable moan from her lips.

Luckily, her study was soundproof, and with the dead of night cloaking them in secrecy, she had no fear of Amy walking in on them.

Their position stretched her thighs to their limit, making her muscles tense and her walls clamp down even tighter around him.

The sensation was unbearable yet intoxicating—every ridge and vein of his shaft dragging against her sensitive walls, making her feel completely filled, possessed.

He was hitting so deep, pushing against that sweet, aching spot that sent waves of painful pleasure rippling through her body, leaving her trembling, gasping, and utterly at his mercy.

Luke maintained a slow yet rough pace, ensuring every deep thrust sent shudders through Hera’s body. Each time he plunged into her, a low, guttural grunt escaped his lips, the sound dark and utterly sinful. Her walls gripped him so tightly that he groaned, his voice laced with raw desire.

A snarl rumbled in his chest as he thrust again—harder, deeper—his head tilting back, eyes momentarily shutting in pleasure.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his breaths turning ragged. Gradually, his pace quickened, each movement more intense, more demanding.

Without warning, his left hand found Hera’s right breast, his fingers curling around the supple flesh. He kneaded it firmly, almost possessively, his thumb flicking over her sensitive peak.

The contrast of his rough touch against her softness sent a delicious thrill coursing through her, making her arch into his touch, craving more.

“Ugh! You’re so tight,” Luke groaned, his voice thick with desire. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, dripping onto Hera’s flushed skin.

With a firm grip, he adjusted her position—keeping her left leg hooked over his shoulder while pinning her right leg against the table, spreading her open to grant himself deeper access.

His thrusts grew faster and rougher. Leaning in, he bit down on the soft flesh of her breast, drawing a sharp gasp from Hera as she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair. But before she could hold on, Luke caught her wrist, pinning it above her head.

His movements never faltered, each rough thrust making her squirm as he alternated between sucking and teasing her nipple with gentle nibbles, driving her deeper into bliss.

“Baby, don’t pull so hard, or I might go bald,” Luke teased, his voice laced with amusement. But despite his playful tone, his movements remained dominant and relentless, any trace of gentleness replaced by his need to hear Hera scream in pleasure beneath him.

Without warning, he pulled back slightly, lowering his head to sink his teeth into her thigh, leaving behind a faint imprint of his bite.

The sharp sting sent a jolt through her body, making her inner walls clench tightly around him. Luke groaned, the sensation unraveling his control as he thrust into her with renewed intensity, his breath ragged and desperate.

“So tight—fuck, I’m cumming!” Luke groaned, his grip tightening around Hera’s leg as pleasure overtook him. His free hand released her wrist, sliding up to her throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a subconscious, possessive hold.

The pressure made her head swim, her eyes rolling back as a wave of dizziness mixed with raw pleasure.

Her breath hitched, the faint deprivation of air making her walls clench around him like a vice.

The overwhelming sensation sent a shockwave through her, every nerve in her body hyperaware of the intoxicating pleasure consuming her, pushing her to the brink of another high.

Maybe it was instinct—some primal need for survival—but Hera’s inner walls clamped down around Luke’s shaft, as if her body was determined to milk him dry, to take every last drop of his seeds deep inside her.

Pleasure surged through her, an overwhelming wave of ecstasy pulling her under. Teetering on the edge, she gripped Luke’s arm, the one tightening around her throat, as if grounding herself in the sensation.

“Hera, baby—I’m cumming!” Luke groaned, his voice rough and desperate.

“Ha, ha…”

“Ah!”

“Fuck… fuck—” Luke snarled, his voice rough and strained as he reached his peak. A sudden warmth flooded inside her, filling her completely, and Hera shuddered at the sensation. Exhaustion washed over her, leaving her breathless and spent.

She had never felt this way with anyone else before—like Luke had drained every ounce of her energy, leaving her utterly wrecked. And yet, beneath the exhaustion, there was a different kind of pleasure—one that left her dazed, satisfied… and craving more.

Luke gave a few final, deep thrusts before stilling, his breath ragged as he gazed down at Hera. With each movement, his tie had loosened, slipping from her eyes. Through the gaps, her tear-filled gaze met his, sending a jolt through him.

The sight made something inside him shift, snapping him back to reality. His dominance wavered, replaced by concern as he cupped her face.

“Baby? Did I go too far?” His voice was softer now, laced with guilt. “I’m sorry…” He looked genuinely remorseful, yet beneath the concern, pleasure still pulsed through him, lingering in his veins like a slow-burning fire.

Still drowning in the dizzying pleasure that consumed her, Hera shook her head weakly. Luke’s words barely registered, her mind hazy with lingering ecstasy, but she still managed to respond between ragged breaths.

“N-No… it felt so good…” she gasped, her voice breathy and unsteady.

Luke’s brow arched slightly, skepticism flickering in his eyes.

Was she just saying that to spare his feelings?

A part of him couldn’t help but wonder. He knew he had lost control, completely surrendering to his desires—leading to this moment.

The thought unsettled him, but the way she trembled beneath him, the raw pleasure still evident on her face, made it difficult to doubt her reactions completely.

But then, something flickered in Luke’s eyes as he stared at Hera, a dark glint of mischief taking over.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles, sending a shudder through her already-sensitive body.

Hera trembled, her breath hitching as pleasure coiled deep within her, pushing her dangerously close to another climax.

Just as she teetered on the edge, Luke’s thrusts slowed to a lazy, deliberate pace—then stopped entirely.

A wicked smirk curled on his lips as he watched her squirm in frustration, fully aware of the torment he was putting her through.

Luke pulled away completely, he then took a few steps back to sit on the leather chair leaning back like a king awaiting his due tribute.

A wicked, almost villainous grin curved his lips—dark, dangerous, and undeniably enticing. His eyes burned with challenge as he tilted his head, voice dripping with authority.

“On your knees… and beg for it.”

Hera blinked rapidly, trying to shake off her haze, but Luke’s words still caught her off guard.

She had always known he was different from the other male leads—more assertive, more intense—but she had never imagined just how dominant he could be in bed.

This was a side of him she hadn’t anticipated. After all, it was Athena who had read the novel and knew the intimate details of the female and male lead’s bedroom life.