Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 192: His Turn…

Back at the Mansion

Evie walked through the mansion hallway, inspecting the vase arrangements and checking for any flaws in the cleaning. Her eyes roamed with a critical gaze—nothing escaped her attention. But her body immediately stiffened when she felt an arm wrap around her waist. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his scent enveloped her like a warm blanket. She didn’t need anyone to tell her who it was.

Turning slowly, she spoke in a low, pointed voice, "Lucas, sometimes I wonder if you leave your brain behind on purpose."

Lucas only chuckled, pulling her gently until her back rested against his chest. Another gasp escaped her lips as her eyes darted around the hallway.

"If losing my brain means having you, then consider me brainless, my queen."

"Lucas," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper, "you seem to be running low on shame these days. Stop it."

Yet, her breath came out slightly raspy—betraying the conflict she tried so hard to mask.

Lucas leaned closer and murmured, "Oh, don’t deny it, love you want it. I have things to do, but I’d rather spend time with you."

Her frown faltered, and her lips curled reluctantly into a smile. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to remain composed.

"You and your flattery... You said you have things to do. Then leave and do them. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing? Yet here you are, disturbing me while I’m doing something important."

Lucas’s grin widened as his hands rested on her waist.

"The only one I want is you, my love. You don’t even care about me. Is that how you’ll be when we get married?"

Evie’s eyes flew wide, completely caught off guard by his words.

"Please stop with your ridiculous charms and leave. What if Mrs. Lilia needs your help?"

Lucas tilted his head slightly, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, I forgot to mention—Mr. Zethan and Mrs. Lilia are away on a trip."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned. "Mr. Zethan is awake?"

He nodded, his gaze drifting to her lips. His fingers reached out, brushing against them softly. She tensed, willing herself to stay composed and ignore the heat rising in her chest.

"I’m so happy to hear that," she whispered, her face growing slightly sad, yet mixed with happiness. "At least Mrs. Lilia won’t have that sad look on her face anymore."

For weeks, Evie had watched Lilia drift through the halls like a ghost, her smile gone. But now, it felt like the storm was beginning to settle—and maybe, just maybe, the sun would break through the clouds again.

She smiled softly, her hands unknowingly rising to cup Lucas’s face. Her thumbs brushed his cheeks as she spoke gently, "That’s really good to hear. Such wonderful news. Do you think they’ll celebrate it?"

Lucas grinned. "Of course. But why don’t we have a little celebration of our own, hmm?"

Evie gave him a pointed look, trying to keep her voice steady. "You know how wrong this would be if someone caught us like this—not to mention it’s still working hours."

Lucas only shrugged, looking around. "No, it’s not. You just came to inspect, and so did I. Everything’s in place, so..."

He leaned in closer with a playful glint in his eyes. "Let’s go."

Evie shook her head with a sigh, but her lips twitched into a half-smile as she followed him down the stairs toward the lower quarters where their rooms were. When they reached a particular door, Lucas opened it without hesitation, pulled her inside, and shut the door behind them.

She turned to speak,

"Don’t be rough"

Lucas fixed her with a steady gaze. "You tell me—when have I ever been rough with you?"

Crossing her arms, she found herself momentarily lost for words. But before she could gather a comeback, Lucas dropped back onto the bed dramatically, a smug grin on his face.

"That’s because you’re just too serious all the time—and I love it," he teased as he stood up, moving toward her and grabbing her waist.

Flustered, she turned her face away and muttered, "Lucas, Lucas... you’re too much."

"What can I say?" he said with a soft shrug, his tone teasing and knowing. "I’m just good."

She pressed her lips together, then turned to him. Just as Lucas was about to speak, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but only for a moment—then he responded, his hand instinctively moving to her waist. The kiss deepened slowly, tender at first, then growing more intense. His palm slid up her back in slow, deliberate circles, then down again, sending a soft shiver through her.

She parted her lips slightly, slipping her tongue in—inviting him to respond. He did, matching her rhythm, his hands exploring her with gentle hunger. The air around them thickened with tension, every second pulsing with unspoken feelings.

They kissed with raw emotion—love and longing woven into every movement. Lucas pulled her closer, one arm wrapping around her firmly before guiding her toward the bed.

As he stood, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Her face flushed softly, and she lifted the back of her hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the small sound that escaped her lips.

Lucas chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "Oh sweetheart, don’t hide your gifts," he murmured, eyes tracing every curve like they were carved just for him. The way she laid there—flushed, breathless—looked more like an invitation than a warning.

Still grinning, he swiftly tugged his shirt off, a few buttons clattering to the floor in his haste. He didn’t care. His belt came undone with a single flick, his gaze never leaving hers. With slow, deliberate movements, he removed the rest of his clothes, his confidence unshaken.

"I’ll scold you later," he added playfully, "but not now."

Her breath caught as her eyes trailed downward, and a quiet gasp escaped her lips.

"Why... why has it gotten bigger?" she whispered, unable to hide the wonder—and slight embarrassment—in her voice.

Lucas smirked, stepping closer. "Because of you," he said simply. "Only you."

"Sweet... sweetie," he murmured again, the nickname falling from his lips like a promise.

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, tugging gently at her gown until it slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She was left in only her bra and panties, vulnerable but glowing beneath his gaze.

His hands found her skin—warm, soft—and slid down her sides, through the silken strands of her hair. He paused as he felt the heat radiating from her.

"Oh," he whispered with a knowing smile, "someone really did want me."

And before she could say another word, his hand found hers—fingers lacing together, grounding them both in the moment they had created.

His lips moved to her neck as his fangs slowly grew. His eyes flashed red before he lunged at her neck.

Meanwhile

The sound of moans and groans echoed through the beach cottage as...

THAA

THAA

THAA

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room as Lilia moaned with pleasure, counting through ragged breaths her breast bouncing toe curling as her leg shook with pleasure.

"Eight... nine... ten... ahh... Z..Zethan..."

Zethan stopped, his smoldering gaze fixed on hers.

"Oh sweetheart, you’ll make me punish you even more. I’m guessing I’ve fucked you more than that—or are you just bad with numbers?"

Lilia’s eyes rolled back as she tried to calm her breathing, her black hair spread across the bed like an endless river. She gasped softly.

"Z... Zethan... please..."

Zethan’s lips curled into a smile as he whispered, his rod still buried deep inside her. He slowly pulled out—then drove back in with a powerful thrust.

"Ahh!" she screamed in pleasure, her body arching as she tried to regain control.

"Ahhh... Zethan... I don’t want to be punished anymore," she whimpered, remembering how he told her to count as a punishment.

"Oh sweetheart, you started it with your little reward—now I’ve decided to finish it. Go on, my love, and count."

He began to move faster, and as Lilia tried to count, a moan slipped out instead. Zethan groaned—it only ignited more fire inside him. She had no idea how much this turned him on.

"Fuck... Lilia," he whispered huskily.

"One... uhh... one... huuh... three..."

Zethan’s lips curved with amusement as he leaned in and whispered, "Are you counting numbers or odd numbers, sweetheart? I want real numbers."

Lilia’s flushed cheeks warmed even more as she stared at him, wide-eyed. She couldn’t believe this man—he really wanted to punish her this much?

How could he give her such a punishment?

With Numbers..

"I am waiting," he finally said, making her eyes fly even wider.

"P-please... please fast..." Zethan moved closer and slowly kissed her forehead.

"Then count—it’s not hard, sweetheart." Lilia’s lips pressed into a thin line as Zethan began to move slowly.

"It seems I have been very inconsiderate by making it fast," he spoke, and just as Lilia was about to understand his words, he began to slow his pace—so slow.

"Zethan, please... fast."

His lips curled into a smile at her pleading gaze.

"But I want to make it easier for you to count."

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