**CAITLIN**
Lucas was a man of grabby hands and lingering touches.
His palm was a permanent, unwelcome weight on my shoulder, my waist, once hovering over my cleavage like he was testing boundaries. I knew the job required it, but knowing didn't stop my stomach from turning with every point of contact.
Luckily he hadn't picked up on anything yet.
He clearly wanted to get me into bed. His eyes would glaze over with lust, and he'd pull me closer. We were sitting on the couch, his arm around my shoulders, and he had this weird, proud look, like I was some kind of prize..
While I was hauled up into his side, his eyes would still wander the club floor at all the women. My patience was wearing thin, and the need to get it over and done with hit tenfold. I was tired of him. I wanted to be in arms that made me feel warm and comfortable, not uneasy and anxious.
While he talked about something that didn't matter, I looked at the small table next to him. There was a wide glass with a brown drink and ice. I looked at the guards; they had their backs turned, like Dominic said.
"You interested in one of my men?" Lucas asked suddenly and my head snapped towards him. The prior conversation came to a halt as he caught me apparently checking out one of his guards.
I laughed. "No, of course not."
"Really? Who are you interested in?" He asked, licking his lower lip, and I let my eyes fall to his mouth, enticing him. Man, I really didn't want to kiss him.
"Let me show you," I whispered trailing my fingers down his hard chest. He wore a white shirt with the first few buttons undone, giving me a peek of the gold chain around his neck. Lucas was gorgeous, in a dark, daunting way, and in any other scenario, I wouldn't have minded getting with him.
Dominic better not be watching.
His body tensed, and for a second, I thought he had finally caught onto the act, but he smirked, and before I knew it, I was being pulled into his lap. I yelped in surprise when I sank onto a really hard bulge.
"Show me." He said softly and leaned back, resting both arms on the back of the couch.
I didn't hesitate when I bent down, wrapping one hand around his head and pushing my lips against his. His lips were soft, and he tasted like my favourite drink, but the kiss did nothing for me. No chills, heart palpitations, or the faintest pussy throb. Just nothing.
"Open your mouth," Lucas demanded. I obeyed. His tongue shoved past my lips, a rough, invasive swipe that left no room for response, only endurance. He was dominating, controlling, leaving me no choice but to keep up.
It was nothing like Dominic's kisses. Where Dominic claimed, Lucas violated.
Both his hands reached down to my ass groping it and grinding me against him. While he did that, my arm reached out to his drink. In a split second, the ring around my index finger was flicked open by the nail of my thumb, and the contents spilled into his whiskey. To the naked eye or camera, it might seem like I was casually picking up the glass.
I pulled away, pretending to take a sip even though it just slightly wet my lips. "Let me show you in private, does that sound good?"
Say yes.
Lucas smiled, taking the glass from my hand and downing the whiskey until only ice remained. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait to fuck you." He whispered setting the glass down and kissing my neck. I moaned throwing my head back and allowing him to do whatever he wished to.
He stood up with my legs still wrapped around his waist before setting me down. I had a terrible feeling but I swallowed it down and followed him towards the elevator. He motioned for his men to stay and I bit my lip in anticipation.
When the door slid closed, I was instantly pushed against the wall and Lucas' lips were on mine again. I groaned when he grabbed the back of my leg and hoisted it around him pressing his body flush against me.
"You look so sexy, I might just fuck you right here." He croaked and continued grinding into me. He turned me around, shoving my front against the wall and pressing his erection into my ass. When is that fucking drug going to kick in?
I felt his fingertips lift my dress and I panicked.
"Not here. I want to be on top." I mumbled the first thing that came to mind trying to prolong it as much as possible. The thought of having him inside me dried my pussy up like the Kalahari Desert.
He groaned and backed away from me, relief flooded through my veins. "Shit, I bet you're so good at that," Lucas muttered and pressed the button to get the elevator moving again.
"Where are we going?" I asked although I already knew.
"My loft. It has all the privacy we need."
Privacy.
I smiled. "Perfect."
The door slid open, exposing the breathtakingly beautiful penthouse. The first thing I noticed was the floor-to-ceiling windows and the dark shape of a building on the opposite side. Dominic's words echoed in my mind.
'Some of my men and I would be on the opposite building ready to blow his brain out.'
Could he see me right now?
The night was a deep blue, and countless stars dotted the sky, enhancing the bright orange city lights. I didn't have time to marvel at the view when I froze suddenly comprehending that I was alone with Lucas, a man who had been described as infamous.
I whirled around, catching his eyes on my ass. When he looked up, his lids were droopier than they were a few minutes ago. The drug was pulling him under.
I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs, and a smirk formed on his face. He stumbled the last foot to loom over me.
"I want to fuck you with this view."
The words were right, but his leer was slipping, confusion clouding his eyes. He shook his head, and I grinned, watching him unbutton his shirt, slowly exposing the tattooed skin underneath and the gold chain with a pendant that looked expensive enough to pay off my debt.
He was still standing, trying to get his shirt off with clumsy hands as I kept my eyes on him. I hid my reaction when I saw a red dot flicker twice on his forehead before it disappeared entirely.
Dominic was letting me know he had my back.
"Come on, what's taking you so long?" I whined, scrunching my face and tilting my head. I leaned back onto my flat palms and spread my legs even further. Lucas looked as though he'd aged a decade in mere minutes, his eyes betraying a stark, bloodshot weariness.
"Sorry, I think I drank too much," he whispered, holding his head. He was unsteady, so I quickly put my arm around him to help him stand. If he fell and passed out, all of this would be a waste. I rolled my eyes when his head dropped. I wanted him to talk, not pass out.
"Point me to your room so you can lie down," I instructed him, and he just lazily lifted his hand, pointing towards an open door in the far corner. I started leading us towards it and sighed when I saw the ceiling-to-floor window. Lucas wrapped his arms around me from behind before falling onto the bed, cuddling into me.
"Hey, are you okay? Should I leave?" I asked furrowing my brows.
"No, stay with me. You're warm and soft." He said, his voice muffled by my hair. I almost growled in frustration. The man loved cuddles, definitely, but I needed to get the information out of him before he fell asleep.
"So...Lucas..."
Thirty minutes later and I had everything I needed to know, plus more. I don't know what magic that powder contained but Lucas answered every question without hesitation or suspicion. He just continued cuddling into my back and sighing in contentment.
Lucas was singing like a canary about his job, how he had an ex-wife who cleaned out his bank accounts, to one of his bosses, he was planning to murder so that he could take over, and to the newest business transactions regarding the large amount of coke being shipped in and the location.
Everything.
"Speaking of Coke." He slurred before pushing himself up. I turned on my side, watching him open the pendant around his chain and holding it out to me. My eyes widened when I saw the bright white powder in the centre. Of course, he fucking had some on him.
"Have some." Lucas pressed closer, careful to keep the pendant upright to prevent any spillage. I shook my head no and his face dropped, a look of anger replacing his previous playful expression. My heart sank.
"I said, have some." He growled at me before grabbing the back of my head trying to push me down.
Lucas was still weak and his strength seemed to have vanished along with his balance, so I had no trouble escaping his hold and standing up. I needed to leave. I picked up my purse that had fallen and looked up, catching Lucas holding one nostril closed and taking a deep sniff of the white powder.
I hurriedly turned around. I knew what cocaine did and I needed to get out of there before he regained his power. My heels clinked on the tiles as I rushed through the large loft and just as I was about to reach the elevator, a hand wrapped around my arm.
"Where are you going? I feel better." It had only been a few seconds but I could already tell the difference in his voice. I whirled around. Through the dark brown tint of his glassy eyes, I could see how massive his pupils were.
"We still need to fuck, remember?" Lucas snapped, the grip on my arm tightening painfully. I wanted to hit him so fucking hard in the face, but I didn't want him to also question the bruise the next day, wondering where it came from.
Yurik said Lucas wouldn't remember a thing or be sceptical about the lady he had met the previous night and I wanted to keep it that way.
"Give me your number. I'll call you." I said, smiling, trying to convince him. He shook his head, not buying it.
"No. Now." He sneered before grabbing a hold of my hair so hard I could feel the prickling pain of the strands being pulled.
I grit my teeth and reach my hand down to his crotch. I grabbed his balls through the thin material of his pants so hard I felt the tender flesh squeezing in my palm.
"Let go of my hair," I snarled, "or I'll pop your balls like grapes." I put my whole weight into the squeeze. His scream was pure, high-pitched agony. The grip on my hair vanished as he fell, hitting the floor with a thud, hands clawing at his groin. He was coughing, gagging, and struggling to breathe.
I put my heel on his shoulder and kicked him down again when he tried to get up.
"You bitch." He hissed rolling onto his back. The effects of the cocaine, plus the drug Dominic had given, seemed to be fighting a war with Lucas as his eyes rolled into his head. He let out one strangled groan before falling limp. I froze. Is he dead?
I bent down and pressed two fingers against his neck. I sighed in relief when I felt that he was still very much alive, just unconscious.
I couldn't leave him on the floor, so with much difficulty I managed to drag him all the way to his bed and undressed him. The man weighed a fucking ton, and by the time I was done, I was breathing heavily and my throat was parched.
For good measure, I gave him one last smack on the face for all the trouble.
***
I blew a kiss at his men and they grinned, probably thinking that I had just fucked the shit out of their boss. Of course, I had intentionally ruffled my hair and messed up my eye makeup to give that idea. When I was out of the club, I breathed out a sigh of relief and headed to the Mercedes.
I couldn't wait to get out of there.
Once I was inside the car, I dropped my forehead onto the steering wheel, taking deep, staggering breaths in as an attempt to calm myself. That was way more difficult than I had expected and I needed to shower...urgently. I stopped the recording on the pen.
I started the car, shifted into reverse, and sped out of the parking space. My destination was the mansion, and after a few minutes of driving, a familiar van was trailing behind me, and I smiled in the rear-view mirror.
When I pulled up to the large house, the gates slid open allowing me in. I parked and stepped out, instantly feeling more relaxed than I did a few minutes ago as Yurik, Dominic, and a few unknown faces stepped out of the van.
Yurik grinned before rushing over and giving me a rib-crushing bear hug. I squealed when he spun me around before setting me down and inspecting my body for any injuries.
"You okay?" He asked, concerned, and I nodded, looking over his shoulder at the man who was reluctant about the situation from the very beginning.
My face fell when Dominic walked right past me, ignoring my existence completely.