Alina’s POV

Lucian’s smirk deepened, dark and hungry. His fingers dug into my waist, gripping hard enough to send sparks racing over my skin. Without a word, he spun me around and shoved my front against the nearest intact counter. Dust and debris crunched under our shoes, but I barely noticed. My palms slapped against the cool, ruined surface as he kicked my legs apart. I bit my lip hard.

His body pressed into mine from behind, hard and scorching. I felt the thick, heavy ridge of his cock straining against his pants, grinding slow and deliberate against my ass. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating straight through me.

"That’s my Queen," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and teasing. "Always so fucking needy for me... just as much as I fucking need you." His whisper brushed my ear and sent hot waves racing down my spine.

Shame twisted in my stomach, but my body didn’t care. My panties were soaked, my pussy throbbing and aching. Heat pooled low in my belly, demanding. I arched back against him, chasing more friction. A soft, desperate whine slipped from my throat before I could stop it.

Lucian moved fast. He shoved my skirt up over my hips and yanked my soaked panties down in one rough tug. Cool air kissed my bare ass, making me shiver. His fingers slid between my thighs, spreading my wetness, teasing my entrance, circling but never giving me what I needed.

"Fuck..."

"So wet already," he groaned, voice thick with satisfaction. "This pussy is dripping for me, Alina. You want my cock that bad?"

"Just shut up and take me already," I begged, desperation clear in my voice.

He didn’t make me wait any longer. His thick, heavy dick pressed against my ass. He was so fucking big. He rubbed the swollen head through my slick folds, coating himself in my wetness, then pushed in with one deep, hard thrust.

A broken moan tore from my lips. He stretched me wide open, filling me completely in a single stroke. The burn felt perfect, overwhelming. My pussy clenched around him greedily as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass.

"Fuck," he hissed, forehead dropping to my shoulder for a second. "So tight. Always so fucking perfect."

He didn’t wait. His grip on my hips turned bruising. He pulled back and slammed into me again, setting a hard, punishing rhythm. Each powerful thrust rocked my whole body forward. My breasts pressed against the counter, nipples tight and aching. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the destroyed café, mixing with my gasping moans and his deep, low grunts.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. Every deep stroke hit that perfect spot, sending fresh sparks shooting up my spine. My mind spun — guilt, anger, grief — all of it drowning under raw, desperate need. I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, chasing more, harder, deeper. Tears of overwhelming sensation pricked my eyes again, but this time they weren’t from sorrow.

Lucian leaned over me, his chest hot against my back. One hand slid up and wrapped gently around my throat — not squeezing, just holding, claiming me. His other hand slipped between my legs. His fingers found my swollen clit and circled it in tight, fast strokes.

"Come for me, Alina," he growled against my ear, voice rough and commanding. "Let me feel this pretty pussy milk my cock."

His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me hard and sudden. A sharp cry tore from my throat. My walls fluttered and clenched around him, squeezing tight as waves of pleasure pulsed through every nerve. Slick gushed around his cock while my legs shook uncontrollably.

Lucian cursed under his breath. He kept thrusting through my release, dragging it out until I was whimpering and gasping. His rhythm grew erratic, deeper, more desperate. Then he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. His knot swelled inside me, locking us together. Hot pulses of his release filled me, the pressure intense and perfect.

We stayed locked like that, panting hard, bodies trembling amid the rubble. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as aftershocks rippled through us both. His lips brushed soft, almost tender kisses along my neck.

"Get away from me," I managed to say.

He obeyed immediately. He pulled out slowly and handed me a towel. I took it, cleaned myself up, and tried to fix my hair at least.

"What now?" he asked as he met my gaze.

"What do you mean what now?" I asked, confusion clear in my voice.

"I mean your café is destroyed. You probably want to start again, right? I can do that for you — get you a new place to start all over," he said, concern softening his tone.

"There is no way I am letting a rogue start a business for me," I replied. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but I didn’t care. I knew he was trouble, yet I kept letting myself get fucked by him. "And also, please don’t show up in front of me anymore, okay? I think we should stop having sex," I added.

He scoffed.

"You know that’s not possible," he said, stepping closer. "I mean, look around. We just had sex in a situation like this. This only means we can’t get enough of each other, Alina. You want me as much as I want you." He leaned in.

I pushed him back.

"I shouldn’t be here," I said, moving away. "This place is destroyed and I should get out of here." Fear laced my voice.

"I can drop you off," he called after me.

"Don’t bother," I shot back.

I rushed out of the ruined café. Luckily, a cab was waiting just down the street. The moment I slid inside and slammed the door, I glanced back through the window. Lucian stood there in the debris, watching me drive away, his tall frame impossible to miss.

What the hell am I always thinking, Alina? Why can’t I fucking resist him?

My body still hummed from the way he’d filled me, stretched me, knotted me. I could still feel the hot pulses of his release deep inside and the way my pussy had clenched around him like it never wanted to let go.

I can’t let this keep happening. No matter what. This has to be the last time he’s inside me.

The cab pulled up to my house. I paid quickly and hurried up the steps. The front door was already open. Maybe the maid forgot to lock it, I thought as I stepped inside.

As soon as I entered the living room, I froze mid-step. Emily stood there, holding my baby Leo in her arms. Her eyes met mine.

"You are finally back," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face.