LUCAS WELLINGTON POV
Work had been brutal today, a series of meetings and reports I barely remembered, not that it mattered. My apartment was my sanctuary, my rules, my space. No distractions. No mistakes. No women.
Yet tonight, the world had other plans.
I fished the keys from my pocket, noting the familiar weight in my hand. I had left the door unlocked, a rare oversight, but it felt safe. That is, until I turned the knob and froze.
Imagine this: coming home late, tired from work, and finding a sexy stranger spread naked on your couch, fucking herself like her life depends on it.
That was the sight in front of me.
It was like walking into the kitchen and finding a five-star meal cooked just for you, but you don't know who cooked it, or whether it's poisoned.
I should have turned around. Run. Closed the door. But I couldn't.
Her head rolled back, eyes half-closed, lips parted, her finger pumping in and out of her slick pussy. Her moans hit me low, right where I didn't need them to.
"What the" My voice was low, rougher than I intended. My hand tightened on the doorknob, though it wouldn't help me now.
I came in to see a beautiful lady laid on my couch without a single thread on her body, her beautiful legs spread wide and a finger of hers buried in her pussy.
I watched a lady fuck herself and my cock fuck! it turned to stone instantly, straining hard against my pants.
"Calm down, man," I muttered under my breath, though it was useless. My dick had never listened to reason, and right now it wanted nothing more than to bury itself inside her.
But logic shoved back.
Who the fuck was she? A thief?
Or worse, a setup?
Every instinct screamed danger. Every rational thought shouted a trap. I knew the tricks, the games women played, the setups orchestrated by men like De Don to draw me back into a world I'd spent years trying to escape. And yet… her vulnerability, her raw need, pulled me closer than I'd ever been to anyone.
Hello, Miss," I finally said, my voice rougher than intended.
She had just finished cumming. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped, fumbling to cover herself with the thin fabric of her dress. I recognized the panic, the momentary realization that she had been caught.
"Wait.." I started, but words failed me. The sight of her; so unashamed, so desperate; stirred something primal inside me. My pulse raced. My body betrayed me.
"No." The word snapped out of me before I could stop it. Christ, what was I doing? She needed to cover herself before I lost every ounce of control.
She met my gaze, and there was a sight of fear. Or was it pleading? Perhaps both.
"I… I'm sorry," she stammered, tugging at the dress. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and despite the shock, it made my head spin.
I inhaled slowly, forcing myself to focus. Logic had to win. I had to assume the worst, she was a lure, a setup, a trap from De Don himself.
"Who sent you?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm, controlled.
"Sent me? No! I… I think I'm in the wrong apartment," she whispered, her eyes glistening.
I studied her, every twitch, every shiver. Her honesty or her act was palpable. My heart wanted to trust her. My head screamed not to.
"You're sure about that?" I lowered my voice, stepping closer. My gaze traced her form, the way her body trembled, the heat radiating off her skin. Every inch of her seemed to defy the caution I tried to cling to.
She shut her eyes tight, cursing softly, as if she was ashamed of the words spilling out of her own mouth.
"I… What you saw,it's not really that.. it's not really that way " that was what she said but her body seemed to twitch under my gaze.
"Are you sure about that Miss? I said again lowering my face to look clearly at her pretty
Prettier than any face I had ever seen with those red cheeks that seemed to redden even more when I moved close to her.
"Fuck" she cursed and shut her eyes tightly.
Fuck that was exactly what I wanted to do to her badly but hell! I had to hold back. My gaze dropped to her lips, she was biting down hard on the lower one. Those kissable lips. What would it feel like to kiss,bite,and suck on them?
"Please…." The word escaped her lips as she opened her eyes letting it meet mine.
"Please, I would like to take my leave to my apartment. I am not… I am not in the best state right now" she said,her voice sounding close to a whimper.
"What happened to you?" I questioned trying hard to hold myself from this lust I was feeling.
"I…. I really don't know" she closed her eyes again.
"I just feel… I feel like I'm burning. I badly need to be fucked.. fucked really hard" her words sounded like a plea to me. A plea to fuck the hell out of her and make her cum.
God save me! I was fucking hard already from what was happening. My cock has transformed into a hard huge rock starving for a pussy badly even if it's the tip of the pussy it wouldn't mind.
""I…please" she was so flushed up. So god damn cute and yet so fucking sexy.
"Goddamnit Lucas,
I knew that game too well. The mafia I once ran with had a hundred ways of luring a man to his death. A naked woman begging to be fucked? That was the oldest trick in the book.
I clenched my fists, jaw tight. A part of me wanted to reach out, to take, to erase the tension between us in ways I had never allowed. But another part of me, the part that had survived blood and betrayal, shouted a warning.
This was dangerous. She could be the trap. De Don could be watching. A single misstep could be fatal.
Yet her need was undeniable, intoxicating. Every instinct in my body ached to respond, to help, to claim.
"I'll help you," I said finally, my words quiet but firm. I stepped closer, the warmth of her body calling to me like a siren. "But on one condition…"
Her gaze lifted to me, hopeful, trembling.
"You're going to get relief," I continued, "but when it's done, we forget this ever happened. Nothing. You leave in the morning, and we pretend tonight never existed."
Her eyes widened, a mix of relief and lon
ging. She nodded quickly, almost too eagerly. "Okay… okay. I promise."