Chapter 9
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Lucas’s eyes didn’t just look at her—they devoured her. And when she stepped closer, his breath hitched.
“You were jealous,” she whispered, her voice a teasing blade wrapped in silk.
Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Uh… was I that obvious?”
“Painfully.”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. But it wasn’t shy—it was restless. He was pacing the edge of control, and she could see it.
Zee stepped closer. The slight shift made her hoodie rise just a bit more, her breasts brushing the fabric like temptation incarnate. Lucas’s gaze dropped, then snapped back up to her face, but the damage was done. His mind was already spiraling.
Her eyes locked with his. A storm behind them. “Can you kiss me?”
Lucas froze. His pupils dilated. “Uh…what?”
She smirked. “Can you?”
He blinked. Then his voice dropped a level. “Yeah. I can.”
One step. Then another. His body closed the gap, and when his hand cupped her face, it was like the whole cabin exhaled.
Their lips met—not soft. Not sweet. Hungry. Like he’d been waiting too long, like every second of restraint finally snapped. His hand slid down her back, fingers pressing her into him until her chest was crushed against his.
Zee moaned into his mouth—her voice soft but desperate—and Lucas froze, lips barely parting.
“Did you just moan my name?” he breathed, voice low, cocky.
She turned her head slightly. “Hmm… Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he growled. “I like it.”
He tilted her chin, eyes heavy with heat. “Wanna know something?”
She nodded. “Tell me.”
“I was jealous.” His words were hot against her cheek. “When I saw that guy talking to you… when he looked at you... I wanted to break his jaw.”
“Oh,” she whispered, eyes wide. “I was jealous too. That girl with you earlier…”
Lucas blinked. “You were?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
A smile tugged at his lips, boyish and wild. “So we’re both jealous.”
“Good,” he muttered, crashing his lips to hers again.
This kiss wasn’t desperate—it was claiming. Her moan vibrated against his mouth, and Lucas’s hands slipped lower, gripping her waist tight, like he couldn’t stand another inch of distance. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, the friction making her gasp and tilt her head back.
Lucas watched her with eyes dark as midnight.
“You’re driving me insane,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “The sounds you make…”
Her breath hitched again. She arched a little, brushing against him deliberately. His jaw flexed.
“You feel that?” he whispered.
She nodded, eyes fluttering.
“I’m trying so hard not to lose control.”
She rubbed against him again, her body betraying her restraint.
Lucas’s grip tightened. His forehead pressed against hers.
“Say my name again,” he whispered.
“Fuck,” he growled, dragging her tighter against him. “You sound like a fantasy.”
She ground her hips forward. Lucas’s breath caught hard, his fingers digging into her waist.
“You feel good. So good,” he murmured. “And you have no idea how hard it is not to take you right here.”
She moaned again, his name slipping out like a confession.
His lips trailed to her ear. “Say it again, Princess.”
His hands clenched. His restraint was fire and chain—barely holding.
“You enjoy driving me mad like this, don’t you?” he whispered.
She nodded, the heat in her eyes matching his.
“Good girl…”
She shivered.
“Damn it,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “You're mine. No one else gets to look at you like that. No one touches you. No one.”
He kissed her again—hard. Possessive.
And when he finally pulled back, their foreheads still touching, his voice was low and trembling:
“You better know exactly what you're doing to me, Zee.”
Then, he stepped back—his voice dropping into something darker.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
Zee’s knees hit the floor before her brain caught up. The power in his tone? Magnetic. Irresistible. She was under it like gravity.
Lucas’s hand found her hair, fingers threading in slow, dangerous tension.
“You know what to call me,” he said.
She gazed up, wide-eyed, aching. “Daddy…”
A low growl rumbled from his throat. “Good girl.”
He guided her with gentle command, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Show me how grateful you are.”
Zee’s hands trembled as they reached for his waistband. Every breath she took was a plea. She unzipped him slowly, deliberately, pulling him free.
He was already hard—thick, warm, waiting for her.
She wrapped her fingers around him, steadying her breath before leaning in and kissing the tip. A single, reverent press of her lips.
Lucas’s eyes fluttered shut. “F*ck…”
Then her mouth closed around him, hot and wet, sinking inch by inch. She was slow. Worshipful. Her tongue teased, swirled, claimed.
Lucas’s hips jerked slightly. “Just like that,” he rasped. “Daddy’s so proud of you…”
She moaned around him—soft, needy—and the sound wrecked him.
His hand gripped her hair tighter, his other anchoring behind him on the desk.
