[Warning: This Chapter contains strong language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.]

There was a trace of amusement and anticipation in Lucian’s eyes when he realized what was happening. His palm stroked the top of her head, his expression encouraging.

Right then and there, Ashley knew he liked the idea.

And that Liza was right.

Men were simpler creatures than she had thought.

Liza’s exact words to her had been:

"Dear, marriage isn’t supposed to be full of just struggles and love. Those are already given. Marriage is supposed to be loaded with sex as well! Don’t just change positions—include foreplay. And if things get boring, toys. Thrill is also a factor, you see?"

Ashley still couldn’t believe she had sat there listening to her beloved Auntie Liza discuss what was supposed to be a sensitive topic.

The corners of her lips curled upward as she saw the anticipation in Lucian’s eyes.

Pulling down the waistband of his pajamas, her smile disappeared.

Ashley slowly wrapped her fingers around him and gulped, feeling slightly intimidated.

But if this could get inside me... I think I’ve stretched my jaw enough.

Moving closer, she stuck out her tongue slightly. She started on the top, licking the drop of his cum from the tip.

Lucian’s mouth fell open the moment she touched him.

"Damn," he breathed, hunching over until one hand braced itself against the edge of the counter.

His other hand remained on top of her head.

The more she continued — licking it like ice cream — the more confident her movements became.

Lucian swallowed hard as he felt his throat dry up. He watched her every movement, growing more affected each time her eyes flicked up toward him.

His face reddened. His breathing remained controlled. His entire body was tense with anticipation.

Then she tried.

Opening her mouth a little wider.

A deep exhale escaped him as he shuddered at the warmth around him. His hand trembled on top of her head, stopping himself from moving too abruptly.

"Ash," he breathed.

That only encouraged her further.

"Shit."

Lucian gathered her hair gently in one hand and tilted his head back, his eyes closing. Pleasure was etched across his face.

"Slowly," he whispered, guiding her carefully.

When he looked down again, he exhaled sharply.

She didn’t answer.

But he could tell she was trying. He could feel it, tightening around him slowly, careful so her teeth wouldn’t graze him.

Lucian’s grip on the counter tightened.

She hadn’t done this before, yet somehow she was learning quickly.

But just as he was beginning to lose himself in the moment, a knock at the front door abruptly shattered the atmosphere.

Even Ashley froze.

Lucian frowned and stared toward the entrance. It took him a second to remember.

The medicine.

He had asked Red to bring medicine.

"..."

Lucian blinked, wondering whether he should curse himself, curse Red, or simply accept his fate.

Before he could decide, Ashley moved again.

Lucian snapped out of his thoughts and looked down. The moment their eyes met, she winked.

Fuck.

Lucian exhaled heavily.

She wasn’t stopping.

For reasons he didn’t want to examine too closely, all he felt was excitement. The interruption somehow made the situation even more thrilling.

It aroused him.

"Where did you learn to be this naughty?" he grunted, trying to compose himself while watching the doorknob slowly turn.

"It’s turning me on."

Lucian leaned forward against the counter, both hands braced against it. His eyes glinted dangerously.

"Master?" Red’s voice echoed from the entrance.

A second later, his head appeared through the doorway.

Red scanned the living room before his gaze landed on Lucian in the kitchen.

There stood Lucian, leaning against the counter with his arms spread wide. His expression was dark. If looks could kill, Red would’ve already been split in half.

Red gulped.

"Master, I brought the medicine you asked for," he reported. "We didn’t have it in the house, so we had to drive to the nearest pharmacy."

Lucian didn’t answer. He simply stared.

In Red’s eyes, Lucian was probably annoyed that it had taken so long.

Little did he know Lucian was using every ounce of self-control he possessed just to remain standing there. And not reveal that he was getting heads from his wife.

"I..." Red awkwardly raised the paper bag. "...I’ll just leave this here."

He took a few steps forward.

It was instinct.

Whenever Lucian needed something, Dominion’s men practically delivered it on a silver platter.

But before Red could get any farther—

"Get out."

Red flinched. "Master?"

"Leave it," Lucian exhaled, his voice rough.

He cleared his throat. "Just leave it there and get out."

Red blinked.

Wondering what exactly he had done wrong, he hurriedly placed the medicine on the coffee table.

"Master, if you need anything else, I’ll get it for you—even in the middle of the night!"

As though that declaration might somehow save him. Then he turned and headed for the door.

Lucian was just about to sigh in relief when Red suddenly stopped.

"Master, about the guy—"

"Out."

"Yes, sir!"

Without hesitation, Red jumped outside and slammed the door shut. Standing beyond the entrance, he frowned.

"Why does he look so angry?" He paused, then his face soured. "Did they fight?"

Red thought about it.

Only Ashley could make Lucian that upset. Then again, Ashley had surprised him with flowers earlier.

He shook his head.

"Marriage is strange." As he walked away from the gate, he muttered, "One minute you’re okay, the next you’re fighting. This is why I’m never getting married."

Little did Red know that the moment the door closed, Lucian immediately looked down.

"Wait," he exhaled. "I’m... close."

He didn’t want to finish in her mouth. But instead of pulling away, Ashley eagerly continued.

A moment later, Lucian felt his knees weaken. One arm shot out to brace itself against the counter.

"Fuck—" His hand tightened in her hair. Then came this surge of everything out of him straight to her mouth.

Lucian shivered, his entire back trembling. He hunched over, hand still on her hair as he tried not to grab too tightly.

Ashley stayed there, feeling him throb around her lips with hot liquid filling her mouth. When she finally pulled away, he was breathing heavily.

Ashley looked up at him. Then, a helpless laugh escaped him.

"Haha..." Lucian shook his head and offered her a hand. "Come here."

Then he added, "Spit it out."

But just as he said it, Ashley swallowed while looking straight at him.

Lucian: "..."

Ashley: "Hehe."

He blinked slowly. His mind was completely blank.

After a moment, he bent down and swiftly lifted her into his arms.

"You..." His voice was low as he sat her on the counter.

Then he looked at her. "...call in sick tomorrow."

Lucian didn’t think she’d be getting out of bed as usual.

All because he knew he would not pull out... and he didn’t until dawn.