Welcome To Hell, Dear Wife-Chapter 57: The Wrong kinda Heat

⚠ Warning: Contains sexualised contact under intoxication and a power imbalance. Reader discretion is advised.

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The words still hung in the air and were even echoing in Lucas’s ears by now.

Maybe I like fire.

He took the risk to look at her, and what met him was a reckless drunken smile. That dark teasing glint in her half-closed eyes.

Every part of his brain that was still somewhat logical screamed at him to shift her away. To put some space, no matter how little, between them. To make sure he stopped this before it spiraled into something he couldn’t control.

But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

Because he was now suddenly and painfully aware of every tiny detail of her. From the sweet and floral scent of her perfume that was mixing with champagne to the warm press of her thigh against his.

Heck, he was even aware of the shallow way that her chest rose and fell and even the way her dress had ridden up when she had shifted closer.

She’s drunk. She’s drunk, Lucas. She doesn’t know what she’s doing right now, she doesn’t even know what she’s saying. He repeated it in his head like it was a prayer or some sort of mantra to keep himself focused.

But Lorena was making it so darn hard for him because her fingers soon found his tie again and started to play with the silk like it was the most normal thing to do in the world.

She traced it downward with her knuckles, bashing against his stomach through his shirt, and he stiffened immediately from the sudden impact.

She laughed at that, so loose and carefree. "Oh, you’re so serious, Mr Atkins. You need to learn to relax, you know?"

Ugh! This darn evil woman! He thought as more frustration filled him. She’s playing with a loaded gun while thinking that it’s a toy.

She didn’t stop, however, as her fingers trailed lower and lower until it was drifting over his belt, and her knuckles again brushed something else this time.

His hard and thick rod that was straining against the front of his trousers. He hadn’t even thought that was happening.

And as accidentally as it may be, it was able to make every muscle in his body get locked.

Her drunken whisper came out curious even. "What is this, Mr. Atkins?"

His hand finally shot out to grip her wrist before she pressed further, but it was already too late because the arousal was now obviously there, burning through his facade of control.

Ugh! She needs to stop this now already!

He made to quickly push her away, but she instead used that momentum against him as she climbed into his lap with very clumsy determination.

For a second, he was even too stunned to react.

He had not seen this coming at all. Lorena, on his lap and facing him like this?

Her sudden weight and the heat of her legs on either side of his hips were shocking, to say the least. And even the hem of her dress had ridden the worst and so scandalously high that he could peep her panties now.

What the hell is she doing?

His hands flew to her waist to push her off, but he ended up holding it there.

I’m just steadying her, to make sure she doesn’t fall. He told himself.

Her chest pressed against his in a soft and warm way through the thin fabric of her dress, and his self-control cracked even further so that he couldn’t take more of it.

"Lorena." His voice came out rough. "Get off me. Now."

"Hmmm?" She merely leaned even more forward until he could feel her breath against his jaw. "But you should take me home..."

I am driving you home! You’re already in the damn car! He wanted to yell, but he merely grabbed her wrist intending to lift her off.

However, she moved first, laughing at something only she found funny, and the motion pressed them closer together again.

Damn it! He cursed inwardly.

His jaw clenched so hard that it hurt.

He had the chance to shove her off now, heck, he had always had the chance. He was very much stronger than she was, after all, yet he couldn’t bring himself to.

"You’re drunk," he finally managed to say again, and this time it sounded more like a warning to himself. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Mhm." She smiled in a slow, hazy manner. "So what?"

Lucas could not help the deep breath he took as her hand traced up his neck and her fingers slid into his hair.

And then a thought popped into his mind suddenly.

Would she have done all of this with Alex too?

The thought made him feel crazy and pissed all over again. He hated how he was even caring about that information.

Who gives a fuck what Lorena does with whoever? Pull yourself together, Lucas.

Wait, this is normal. I’m just reacting like any male would if a woman straddled them like this in the back of a car.

I’m not doing anything wrong? I can’t help how my body feels, it’s simply biology, not some big deal. It’s not about Lorena herself.

He nodded, agreeing to his own thoughts before Jack’s voice cut through the partition. "Sir, do you think we should go where we planned before first?"

Lucas could not control the way his voice came out rougher. "No. Drive home. Now."

Lorena suddenly giggled, even tilting her head so her hair fell across her shoulder. "You’re so bossy."

She let her fingers trace his collar while her hips shifted slightly on his lap, and whether or not it was intentional, Lucas couldn’t tell.

Heck, it didn’t even matter because the effect was the same.

A low and involuntary sound even escaped him this time in the form of a choked groan he couldn’t contain, and a shake flooded through him instantly.

Get a grip, Lucas!

He gripped her waist harder, trying to make sure her waist stopped moving while also creating as little distance as possible between them.

She murmured more nonsense against his jawline, words that always melted into soft laughter, with her lips brushing the edge of his skin without actually touching.

But he made sure to stare straight ahead, refusing to look down or breathe her in again.

He even forced himself to think about other things.

Business deals. Market projections. The quarterly reports sitting on his desk. How to ruin the men he needed to.

Anything but the weight of her in his lap and the heat he was feeling.

He was even starting to get pissed that the estate was this far in the first place. It felt like they had been driving for two days.

Then finally and mercifully, the car began to slow down as the mansion lights appeared through the tinted window like some sort of salvation.

He couldn’t help but murmur, "Oh, thank goodness, I was about to die in here...."