The day finally arrived.
Lucas returned late in the evening, his shoulders tense, fatigue clearly visible in his eyes. Erven immediately stepped forward to greet him.
Erven: "How are you, sir? Are you okay, sir?"
Lucas: "Don't ask too many questions. I'm tired. I just want to rest."
His tone was cold, sharper than usual but for the first time, Erven dared to speak.
Erven: "Someone named Cendric Nathan came to the house while you were away."
Lucas stopped walking. His voice immediately changed to low, dangerous.
Lucas: "…What? What did he want? Did he touch you? Did he mess with you?"
Erven: "No… he didn't do anything. He just wanted to see you. He said he wanted to talk about wedding preparations."
Silence fell like a sharp blade.
Lucas didn't answer. Not even his breath.
Erven hesitated before speaking again, softer… but the question still came out, trembling.
Erven: "Sir, sorry if this is wrong for me to ask but sir, do you love him? Sir, do you care about him?"
Lucas's head turned quickly.
Lucas: "Who are you to dare to ask me like that?!"
The voice echoed, making me step back in fear but something inside him, a feeling of pain and confusion, forced him to raise his voice.
Erven: "Then why?! Why did you ask me to impregnate your child? Why me? You just used me? I've been just a prostitute for you all this time?!"
That decided everything.
Lucas's expression turned angry, depressed, and something deeper underneath.
In one rough move, he grabbed Erven's wrist and pulled him hard down the hallway... Erven was startled, gasping for breath.
Erven: "W-wait—sir—!"
Lucas: "You really want to know?! Fine. I'll show you."
He slammed the door shut and pushed Erven onto the bed.
Erven's body bounced on the mattress, his breath quivering.
Lucas stood over him, his chest heaving with anger and something darker.
He grabbed Erven's collar and tore the fabric of his shirt in one violent yank.
Erven: "L-Lucas stop, please!"
Lucas bent down tightly, his voice rasping in Erven's ear.
Lucas: "You think I'm using you? You think I don't feel anything?"
Before Erven could answer, Lucas' lips slammed into his skin with a rough kiss along his neck, full of anger, desperation, hunger.
His hands pressed both of Erven's wrists above his head, holding him unable to move as his lips traced down to his neck, collarbone, shoulders.
Erven gasped, his body shivering.
Erven: "Ah—n-don't.. please ,I'm scared."
Lucas: "You're scared because you challenged me.."
His teeth touched Erven's skin biting, marking, possessing leaving red marks wherever his lips touched.
Each touch was full of emotions he didn't want to say.
Erven's legs trembled; his breath broke into a soft moan he couldn't hold back.
Erven: "urghh Lucas don't or I."
Lucas: "Tell me to stop for real. Look at me and talk."
I stared into his eyes and froze.
Lucas wasn't just angry.
He was hurt. Confused. Full of possessiveness. Afraid of losing something he couldn't name.
My voice cracked.
Erven: "Why do you do this to me…? Why do you care if Nathan comes? Why do you do this to me…?"
Lucas's grip tightened.
He pulled Erven close, their bodies clashing, heat peaking.
Lucas: "…Because you belong to me."
His lips sought mine, kissing deeply, full of frustration, hungry until each other's saliva mixed, sucking and licking his tongues, biting and biting.
I cried in that kiss, half out of fear, half because of the strong pull that he couldn't resist.
Then Lucas's right hand went down to find my nipple, touching it, pulling it gently and roughly, then his left hand touched under the hole filled with very sticky water.. Lucas released his finger there and licked the water on his finger until it was clean...
I gasped loudly, my body arched involuntarily.
Erven: "Ah Lucas!! Please don't, I can't.. I can't"
Lucas: "If you can't, hold me. Don't run."
He lifted Erven's face, wiping the tears from his cheeks with his thumb before kissing him again this time slowly, almost shivering...
Then.
The world blurred.
Lucas pushed him gently onto the pillow, his shadow enveloping Erven's body as he bent down.
Erven felt the warmth of his breath, the weight of his hand, and the touch of his lips wandering down once more, the air thickening.
With tension.
With emotion.
With something dangerous, binding, inevitable.
Lucas whispered against his skin:
Lucas: "If I lose control... it's because of you."
And then that moment plunged into something deeper
something I'd never felt
something Lucas couldn't stand anymore
and the rest sank into darkness.
Fade to black.
Then, my vision blurred.
Lucas's arms were still around me, his breath warm on my neck...
That was the last thing he felt...
before everything vanished into silence.