Chapter 210

The night air was thick with tension as Lillian stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway of the Blackwood estate. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat echoing like a drum in her ears. She had overheard something she wasn’t supposed to—something that could change everything.

Sebastian’s deep voice had been laced with urgency when he spoke to Donovan earlier. "If she finds out, we lose everything."

Finds out what? Lillian’s mind raced. She had come to the study to return a book she borrowed from Sebastian, but now, she wished she had stayed in her room.

A floorboard creaked beneath her foot, and she sucked in a sharp breath. No, no, no—

The door to the study swung open, revealing Donovan’s cold, calculating gaze. His lips curled into a smirk that sent a shiver down her spine. "Well, well. Eavesdropping, little wolf?"

Lillian straightened, forcing her voice steady. "I was just passing by."

Donovan stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "Funny. Because I could’ve sworn I heard footsteps stopping right outside the door."

Before she could respond, Sebastian appeared behind Donovan, his expression unreadable. His golden eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something—regret? Warning?

"Lillian," he said, his voice smooth but edged with something darker. "We need to talk."

Her stomach twisted. Whatever secret they were keeping, she was now tangled in it. And from the way Donovan was grinning, she knew—this wasn’t going to end well.

Behind her, the hallway stretched endlessly, but there was no escape. Not from this.

Not from them.

The thought should have terrified me, but I was too consumed by this raw, primal need.

"Just like that..." Lillian begged, her voice trembling. "Don't stop."

As if I ever would.

I nipped gently at her clit, and that was all it took—her body arched off the bed, her breath hitching as pleasure ripped through her. She shattered beneath me, trembling violently as her climax tore through her. I didn’t let up, teasing her through the aftershocks until she was nothing but a boneless, breathless mess beneath me. Only then did I finally pull away, pressing one last kiss to her swollen flesh before trailing my lips up her body, tasting every inch of her until I reached her mouth again.

I kissed her softly, but she was already lost to sleep—her lips parted, her breathing steady, her cheeks still flushed from pleasure. The drugs had pulled her under, leaving her looking almost angelic in her exhaustion. Beautiful.

The sight made my chest tighten for a fraction of a second before I forced myself to move. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my pants, demanding relief. If I didn’t take care of it now, I’d be suffering all night.

With one last lingering glance at Lillian, I pressed a kiss to her cheek and slipped into the bathroom.

The shower hissed to life, steam curling in the air as I faced the mirror. My reflection stared back at me—flushed, sweating, my pupils blown wide with need.

What the hell was wrong with me?

This wasn’t like me. I didn’t lose control. I didn’t get this reckless, this desperate.

I shoved the thought aside and stripped, stepping under the scalding spray. Leaning against the tiles, I wrapped a hand around my aching length, hissing at the contact. It was so hard it hurt, throbbing with every beat of my pulse.

Closing my eyes, I pictured Lillian—her lips, swollen from my kisses, parting as she sank to her knees. I imagined the heat of her mouth, the way her tongue would flick against the head of my cock before taking me deeper. The way she’d gag when I pushed past her limits, her throat fluttering around me as she struggled to take every inch.

My grip tightened, strokes turning rough and fast as I lost myself in the fantasy.

I’d fist my hand in her hair, holding her still as I fucked her mouth, forcing her to look up at me. I wanted to see those pretty doe eyes watering, tears streaking her cheeks as drool spilled down her chin. I wanted her throat raw by the time I was done, so she’d feel me for hours after—every breath, every swallow, a reminder of what I’d taken from her.

My hips jerked, my cock swelling as my release built. I braced a hand against the wall, panting, lost in the image of her swallowing every drop, licking her lips clean before I dragged her up and pinned her against the shower wall.

I’d bury myself inside her, so deep she’d scream my name until her voice broke.

The thought alone was enough to push me over the edge.

With a groan, I came hard, my release spilling over my fingers as my body shuddered with the force of it.

And even then, all I could think about was her.

The mere memory of her was enough to unravel me completely.

Just the thought of Lillian sent me spiraling, my control shattering as I came hard against the shower tiles, wishing with every fiber of my being that it was her lips wrapped around me instead.

A rough groan tore from my throat as I watched the evidence of my weakness swirl down the drain. I braced my hands against the wall, letting the scalding water wash over me as I struggled to steady my breathing.

When I finally turned off the shower, I wrapped a towel around my hips and faced the fogged-up mirror. The man staring back at me was a stranger—someone consumed by a hunger I couldn’t shake.

I was addicted.

And I wasn’t sure I wanted to quit.

But one thing was certain—I needed to get the hell out of this penthouse before I did something reckless.

Because if I stayed?

I’d end up at her doorstep before dawn.