Chapter Four - Lukin
I never should’ve gone near her.
It’s a simple truth, one I tell myself a hundred times as I followed her into the alley, but when I saw her—when she looked at me with those wide, hazel eyes—it shattered every bit of control I’ve spent years building.
The moment she met my gaze, I saw it—the subtle shift in her expression, the way her breath caught, the way her body tensed.
It’s like she wanted to be wanted. I don’t know why it affected me the way it did.
In that split second, I knew that she had been thinking about me the way I’ve been thinking about her.
Most women like to play the coquette. They like to act like they’re not interested, or make outrageous requests before they finally give in.
But this beautiful woman wears her wants and needs on her face.
That second, she didn’t look away, didn’t try to hide.
Instead, she held my gaze, and there was a spark between us—something raw, something dangerous.
When she followed me—without hesitation, without even knowing my name—I felt something stir inside me. It was dark, unsettling, but I couldn’t stop it. Trust or foolishness? I don’t care. I know what I want. And right now, I want her. She’s like glass and I won’t hesitate to shatter her.
I lead her through the back door, not saying a word. She’s quiet behind me, her footsteps following me like she’s tethered to me by some invisible force. I don’t glance back, don’t need to. I can feel her presence, feel the weight of her curiosity pressing against me, pulling me in deeper.
When we reach the elevator, I swipe the keycard, the doors sliding open with a soft chime.
She steps in behind me, her eyes still uncertain but not backing away.
That’s the thing about her—I can see the fear in her eyes, but she doesn’t run.
She doesn’t retreat. I don’t know if it’s because she’s intrigued or because something inside her is drawn to me, but she’s still here.
I press the button for the top floor, the elevator ascending slowly, the silence between us thick with tension.
I don’t break it. She won’t either. The air feels charged, electric, and I’m beginning to wonder if this is a mistake.
But I’ve never been one to back down from something I want, and right now, I want her more than anything.
The elevator stops, and I lead her down the long hallway to my suite. We reach the suite, and I unlock the door with a smooth motion, pushing it open. The moment she steps inside, she hesitates in the doorway, her hand resting lightly on the frame as if finally realizing that this is a mistake.
I don’t rush her. I don’t have to. I stand there, leaning against the doorframe, watching her. She’s nervous, I can see it in the way her shoulders are slightly hunched, the way she fidgets with her hands, but she doesn’t turn back. She doesn’t run.
That’s what pulls me in deeper. There’s fear in her eyes, but it’s not enough to make her step away. She’s standing on the edge of something unknown, and yet, she’s still here. She’s still with me.
Her breath is unsteady, like she’s unsure of what comes next, but I can see it in the way she holds herself—her body is tense, yes, but there’s something else, something that draws me to her.
It’s the quiet way she waits, the vulnerability in her eyes, but more than that—it’s the fact that she wants to be here. She’s afraid, but she’s not leaving.
I take a step closer, and she doesn’t pull away. That small moment of hesitation tells me everything I need to know.
She doesn’t know what this means, but she’s here. And that’s enough for now.
I’m not sure what to do with the feeling building inside me.
It’s something darker than I care to admit, something possessive that makes my chest tighten.
I’m used to control, used to being the one who decides when, where, and how.
But with her? It’s different. I want to take my time with her, watch her, let the tension grow until it’s unbearable.
But I don’t make a move. Not yet. I let her breathe, let her decide what comes next, even if it’s just a few seconds longer.
Her eyes flicker to me and finally, she steps in.
I don’t waste any time. My hand is already outstretched toward her, silently calling her to me. She immediately takes my hand.
Her touch is warm, soft, a little uncertain. But she doesn’t pull away.
“What’s your name?” I ask, my voice low, the tension thickening between us.
“Zoe,” she answers, her voice almost a whisper, but I hear it clearly, the way her breath catches slightly as she says it.
“I’m Lukin,” I murmur, my gaze intense as I watch her. It’s the last thing I say before I step closer, not giving her time to respond. My hand moves up to her cheek, and without warning, I kiss her.
The moment our lips meet, it’s over.
Her taste is everything I’ve been craving—sweet, delicate, but layered with something I can’t quite name.
It’s want and uncertainty, fear and desire, all tangled into one.
The kiss is slow, deliberate, as I feel her melt against me, her lips soft and yielding.
I don’t rush her, but I can feel the tension in her body, the way she hesitates just a fraction before she gives in, letting me take control.
My cock is a raging fire in my pants, but as impatient as I am—as selfish as I want to be—even I know I must take my time to lessen her tension to get the best of her.
My hands are everywhere, moving down her back, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the tremble in her body as she responds to me.
Slowly, I slide my hand lower, up her thighs, to the blazing heat between her legs.
She gasps against my lips. Her breath comes quicker, her body tensing, and I pause, pulling back just enough to study her face.
Her eyes are wide, darting away from mine for a moment, her cheeks flushed, breath coming uneven and ragged.
“Have you done this before?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“Use your words, little bird.”
“No.” She clears her throat, blushing the prettiest shade of pink.
Virgins are a no-touch zone for me. I don’t like the idea of having to teach. I want a woman with experience. A woman who can give as much as she takes. A woman I can be selfish with—who uses her body for my pleasure.
But as Zoe stared wide-eyed at me, I know there’s no way I’m letting her go. She’s never done this before. She’s never been touched like this—unraveled by a single kiss.
And I’m going to make sure she knows what it feels like.
“Do you want to do this?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t know what you’ve just agreed to, little bird,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around her neck. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
She hesitates, staring up at me with doe eyes. “Yes.”
I feel a deep, possessive urge. “By whose hand?”
“Mine.”
I chuckle, content that no other male hand has touched her body. “Let me show you what a real orgasm is.”
I turn her towards the floor-to-ceiling window that displays a stunning panorama of the city, and looking closely, our reflection. “Take off your clothes.”
“What?” She immediately tenses.
I reach behind her to roll down her zipper. “Do it, Zoe. Now.”
She sucks in a deep breath and slowly slides the dress down her body, revealing lace lingerie that has my brain short-circuiting. As she strips off each article of clothing, I run my fingers down her arm, enjoying the goose bumps that erupt on her skin.
“Look at yourself as you undress,” I whisper into her ear, my voice dark and gritty with lust. “Is this how you do it each night? Before you play with your perfect cunt, do you admire how beautiful you are, little bird?”
She licks her lips, finally taking off her lingerie and standing bare before me. I take my time to admire her body, before pulling her against me.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?” My dick lodges itself between her ass cheeks and a deep growl leaves my throat. If it was some other woman, I would have fucked her into oblivion right there. But somehow, I stay patient.
I wrap my arms around her from behind and palm her breasts. They’re heavy in my hands, soft, succulent. She leans her head against my chest and shuts her eyes as I take her hard nipples between two fingers and rotate them.
“Is this how you touch yourself to orgasm?” I ask. “Show me.”
Her eyes fly open, meeting mine in the window’s reflection. “What?”
“Touch yourself.” My command is absolute, and she immediately obeys.
Zoe takes her breasts into her hands and shows me exactly how she plays with herself.
She takes her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, rolling them, lightly flicking and then caressing each one with generous attention.
She lightly runs her nails in circles around the sensitive peaks, getting carried away by the sensation it gives.
It’s nothing compared to what I can give her.
She moans unsatisfactorily. “Please, Lukin. Touch me.”
“Fuck, you beg so prettily,” I grunt, struggling not to touch her. “Say it again.”
“Please.” She turns to face me. “Touch me.”
I like her boldness, and I’m too far gone to draw this out, so I lift her into my arms and head into the room.
I plan to dump her on the bed and have my way with her, but I find myself laying her down gently, as something precious, fragile.
Spread open like this, the last of my control slips and I find myself panting like a dog.
“Oh, look at that pretty, pink pussy.” I climb onto the bed. “Spread it open for me, will you?”
She doesn’t hesitate, and I bury my head between her legs, sucking and drinking and licking until she’s screaming and writing beneath me.
I hold her legs apart with my arms, while my tongue soaks up every drop leaking out of her.
She’s so fucking sweet I’d choose this as my last meal on earth if I could.
Her legs suddenly tense and she grips my hair so tight, I fear the strands may tear free.
“Lukin,” she moans. “I—I can’t. Oh, fuck!” She dissolves into an orgasm so powerful her entire body quakes and splutters. In the next second, I’m off her, pushing my pants down my legs and taking off my clothes. Her eyes follow every piece that comes off until finally, my dick springs free.
“No,” she gasps. “It won’t fit.”
A laugh bursts through my lips. It’s a foreign sound. When did I last laugh like that?
“Let me take care of that, okay, little bird?”
“Okay.”
“Now lay back down and trust me.”
She readjusts herself on the bed and lays down, her body tense like a lamb about to be slaughtered. I climb over her, swirling the pad of my thumb over her clit. She moans, grabbing hold of the bedsheet.
“Eyes on me,” I command the moment her eyes slide shut. They fly open again and rest on mine.
“Good girl. You will look at me while I give you another orgasm, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” She’s struggling to keep her eyes open, and I hold her gaze, refusing to let her shut it off.
She’s dripping wet again, soaking the sheets beneath her. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now, okay, little bird? Just to prime you to take my cock. You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Here we go.” I tease her hole with one finger, just barely entering and pulling back out.
“Lukin,” she moans, and I know she’s ready for more.
I insert the finger inside her, her soaked cunt accepting the digit with tight warmth. Fuck. My cock is about to explode.
“Do you like that?” I ask. “Are you ready for my dick?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Look at you. So fucking wet and needy. Begging prettily for my cock.”
“Please,” she repeats, unraveling to my touch.
I wrap a hand around my dick and pump myself, enjoying how keenly she watches me, her interest palpable. Zoe is a dangerous girl to have around. I can’t wait to fuck her and disappear from her life forever.
“I’m so hard,” I murmur. “Look how hard you make me. Now spread those legs, little bird. Let me fuck you like I’ve wanted to since the first night I saw you.”
Her eyes widen with shock, but I don’t give her time to dwell on it before I slide slowly inside her. My eyes are locked on hers the entire time, and she bites down on her lip to keep from screaming from the intense way my cock fills her. It’s painful, raw, and the tightness is unreal.
The moment I break through her barrier, she screams with pain. I pause, allowing her to get used to my girth. She probably would have fared better to fuck a smaller man for the first time, but there was no way I was passing her up.
“Are you good?’ In a rare moment of tenderness, I kiss the bridge of her nose.
“Yes.”
Slowly, I begin to work myself inside her, pushing and pulling, entering and sliding back out, until her pussy is so wet and so hot and so unbelievably filled with pleasure that I don’t know which way is up and which way is down anymore.
I’m going mad with lust, and it doesn’t feel like once will be enough.
“You’re a good girl,” I murmur, pushing in and pulling out, steadily picking up speed. “See how nice you’re taking me. It’s like your pretty pink cunt was made for me.”
She’s moaning and thrashing beneath me, and it intensifies the feeling of pleasure coursing through me. I speed up, fucking her faster as I pay exquisite attention to her clit with one hand and palm her breast with the other.
“So fucking tight,” I growl. “Your pussy is unbelievable.”
She grinds against me, picking up my rhythm and merging with it.
Moments after she cries out my name and comes undone, I’m tumbling after her, emitting a deep growl that causes stars to burst behind my eyes.
This is the last time I’ll ever feel myself inside her, but I know I’ll never forget how it felt to ruin her like this.