As the fourth month rolled in, Lukas' workload showed no signs of easing; in fact, it had intensified since we first started living together.
Every night, I couldn't help but furrow my brow, worry weighing on me. One evening, driven by a sense of helplessness, I decided to check on him. After finishing my own meal at home, I prepared some food to bring to his company. I thought that even if I couldn't do much to lighten his burden, at least I could deliver dinner or a small gesture of care.
Since we had been living together, Lukas had always been the one helping me—supporting me through my recovery and daily life. I had hardly done anything for him in return. Even if it wasn't love, we had long been each other's responsibilities.
I made up various excuses in my mind to justify my action, convincing myself that it was just a simple gesture, a way to show I cared. With a determined heart, I set off carrying the lunch box, hoping to bring a little comfort to him amid his relentless workload.
This was the first time I had come to Lukas' company, and a wave of nervousness washed over me. I knew he had several companies under his name, and most of his employees had already left for the day. The floors were dimly lit, with only a few office lights flickering faintly.
I greeted the security guard politely, then made my way straight to the top floor after confirming that no prior notice was needed. I called out to Lukas outside his office, but there was no response. I figured he might have fallen asleep accidentally, so I gently turned the doorknob. To my relief, it was unlocked, and I quietly stepped inside.
The office was empty except for the lamp beside the desk, which cast a soft glow. The documents on the desk were neatly arranged—probably reports or plans—while a mountain of unfinished projects was piled high on the other side of the room. I hesitated for a moment, not daring to look at the papers, and instead set the lunchbox down on the desk.
As I looked around, my gaze fell on a door with a faint light glowing underneath—an indication of a secret resting room or perhaps a private space. My heart softened at the thought that Lukas might be inside, resting or sleeping. I approached quietly, intending only to check on him. If he was asleep, I planned to leave quietly, not wanting to disturb him more than I already had.
I turned the door handle a little. "Lukas?" I whispered softly afraid that he's asleep. The door cracked opened but the scent of his pheromone and sex hit me so hard that I opened the door wider uncontrollably.
Suddenly someone pulled me inside as I fell into Lukas' arms and I was heavily pressed against the door. My face was flushed, my legs were so soft that I could barely stand, I felt so wet down there as I breathed heavily under Lukas' neck. The scent of him driving me crazy.
I looked at Lukas and he was so eager to devour me at that moment, like a hunter eager to attack his prey. His eyes were wild with desire, and his dick was already hard, pressing against his pants.
The satisfaction of marking her again made Lukas even more immersed in sex. Lukas didn't waste any time. He grabbed Stella's waist, pulling her closer, and kissed her deeply as he slid his tongue inside her. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, and making her wetter than she already was.
At this moment, I forgot about Jake. The feeling of being caressed with my marked mate made me lose my mind.
He removed my clothes slowly, taking his time to savor every inch of my body. Lukas' hands slid down my waist and gripped my butt, grinding his dick at me. I moaned as I felt his hardness against me, and I couldn't help but grind back.
As he finally removed my clothes, Lukas' hands explored my curves, caressing my soft skin, and making me moan in pleasure. He kissed my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, and making me squirm in his arms. He then moved down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and making me arch my back in pleasure.
I gasped as I felt his touch, my body trembling with pleasure. I reached down, rubbing his dick through his pants, feeling him twitch in my hand. "Lukas..."
When Lukas heard his name, he froze suddenly, snapping back to consciousness at the last moment. His eyes widened with surprise and a flicker of anger as he cursed sharply, "Why are you here?" Without waiting for an explanation, he immediately pulled back, creating distance between us. The tension in his body was palpable; his eyes turned red with restraint, and his tone was fierce, laced with barely contained frustration.
"I bought dinner… for you…" I managed to say, my voice soft but trembling with sincerity.
Lukas was stunned for a moment, almost losing control of his composure at her words. Without a word, he simply opened the door wider and gently pushed me out, turning his back as if trying to hide his emotions. "Leave now. Hurry up," he said, his voice low, strained.
I sat on the ground, overwhelmed and embarrassed. My mind was blank, and I was too stunned to speak or move. The weight of the moment settled heavily on me, leaving me feeling helpless and unsure of what to do next.
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At this moment, the sound of the elevator doors opening echoed through the quiet office. It was likely that the people on the other floors had heard the commotion and were now heading upstairs to investigate.
Lukas' eyes quickly flicked to her naked state, his expression shifting into one of urgency. Without hesitation, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the secret room, closing the door swiftly behind him.
"Put on your clothes," he ordered in a low, urgent voice. As I hurriedly scrambled to cover herself, Lukas quickly dressed as well, smoothing his clothes and straightening up. Once fully dressed, he sat behind his desk and assumed a composed, busy demeanor, trying to mask the tension and the sudden intrusion of the situation.
The soft knock of the finance department manager echoed at the door. "Sir, is everything alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Lukas responded calmly, "Yes, I'm fine." His tone was steady, masking the tension that still lingered beneath the surface.
"Okay, sir. You can call us if there's any problem," the manager replied before footsteps receded, indicating he had left.
Lukas sat quietly for a moment, his gaze fixed on the door as if waiting for her to finish dressing. His jaw clenched slightly, aware of the risks involved in staying close to her in this moment.
He counted the time before finally deciding to open the door. Although she was fully dressed, her expression was a little strange and her body was even trembling slightly.
His gaze caught a glimpse of her neck, where the bite marks were still visible, and he immediately understood the reason for her distress. The air in his office was thick with his pheromones, igniting a heat within her that had been dormant since her last cycle. He frowned, not out of anger towards her, but at himself.
He settled onto the spacious sofa, looking at her intently. "Come here, I'll help you."
She hurriedly shook her head. The lingering scent of his pheromones clouded her mind, and she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze directly. She knew she was vulnerable now, and the last thing she wanted was to succumb to the heat's influence, especially with him so close. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to resist the pull, her gaze fixed downward, desperate to avoid the intensity of his stare.
"I won't—" he began to promise, but the words caught in his throat as a wave of regret and self-awareness washed over him. The memory of what he had done, the impulsiveness that had led to this moment, flashed through his mind, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Stella, seeing his conflicted expression, hurried to distance herself emotionally. She couldn't bear to see that lost, vulnerable look in his eyes. "I don't... I don't believe you," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration.
"Do you want to go back like that?" He looked at her, his flushed face and the unmistakable scent of her heat making his restraint falter. His grip tightened on the sofa arm as he fought the primal urges surging within him. The thought of other men claiming her, of losing her to someone else, fueled a possessiveness that threatened to overwhelm him. His body responded involuntarily—his arousal pressing painfully against his pants, making it difficult to think clearly. He fought to regain control, knowing that as long as Stella remained in the room, his desire would only intensify.