Intense
Little bit of smut ahead. Reader discretion advised
As Lucian and Selene stepped into the grand skyscraper, the entire office fell into a stunned silence. Every employee turned to stare at the couple, whispers spreading like wildfire.
The skyscraper/ company

Selene could feel their piercing gazes raking over her. The men looked at her like she was an untouchable goddess, while the women? Pure venom dripped from their eyes.
Among them, Camilla Foster stood near the reception desk, her manicured nails digging into her palm. She had been trying to seduce Lucian for years, but he never gave her a second glance.
Now, this woman-this nobody-was on his arm?
Her lips curled in disgust. "She won't last long," she muttered to her minions, Sophia and Rachel. "I'll make sure of it."
Lucian's sharp golden eyes narrowed as he noticed Selene tensing beside him. Without hesitation, he wrapped his strong arm around her waist and pulled her against his body.
The movement was possessive. Territorial.
A warning to everyone watching.
The entire office floor froze under his deadly glare.
No one dared to meet his gaze. No one even breathed.
With a scoff, he led Selene to his private elevator, pressing her body against his side. The moment the doors shut behind them, Selene let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
Lucian smirked. "Nervous?"
Selene bit her lip. "You act like you don't notice how everyone was looking at me..."
"I noticed," he said smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers trailed down her spine, sending a shiver through her body. "And if any of them so much as think about disrespecting you..." His voice turned deadly. "They'll regret it."
Selene swallowed hard. How could a man be so dangerous and yet so irresistible at the same time?
The elevator dinged, and they stepped into his luxurious penthouse office. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The air smelled of expensive leather and Lucian's intoxicating scent.
The office

Selene barely had time to take it all in before Lucian pulled her toward the plush leather couch. He sat down and effortlessly dragged her onto his lap, his arms caging her in.
Her breath hitched. Too close. Too much.
Lucian reached for a bottle of water and handed it to her. "Drink."
Selene gulped down the cool liquid, but her pulse only grew wilder.
"You're so good to me," she whispered.
Lucian stilled.
Something about those words unraveled him.
Women had said many things to him before. They wanted him. Needed him. Worshiped him.
But this? This was different.
Before he could think too much about it, he shifted her body closer. His fingers moved up, threading through her silky hair.
Selene melted.
His touch was hypnotic. His fingers massaged her scalp in slow, firm circles, making her body go limp against him.
Then it happened.
A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips.
Lucian froze.
Selene moaned again, this time with a whimper.
His entire body locked up.
F*ck.
He hadn't even touched her properly, and she was already making sounds like that?
His fingers moved again-more deliberately this time. His nails scraped gently against her scalp, and she let out a small whine.
Lucian's jaw clenched. His pants were already painfully tight.
Another moan.
Another.
And then another.
Selene's eyes fluttered closed as she bit her lower lip, completely lost in his touch.
Lucian was about to lose his f*cking mind.
Heat coiled in his stomach. His control snapped.
And then-
Pleasure slammed into him like a tidal wave.
His breath stuttered. His golden eyes widened as his entire body shuddered.
A deep, strangled groan ripped from his throat.
The tension snapped so fast-so hard-he barely had time to react.
He came.
Right there.
In his f*cking pants.
Selene, still dazed from his touches, blinked at the sudden change in him. "Lucian?"
He didn't answer. His muscles were tense, rigid. His breathing was ragged.
She frowned and moved slightly-
Big mistake.
Her thigh brushed against his hardness.
Lucian let out a low, tortured growl.
Selene stilled. Oh.
Her eyes flickered downward and-
Oh.
She gasped. "Lucian... did you just-?"
His hand snapped out, grabbing her wrist. Slowly, deliberately, he guided her palm to his crotch.
The hard heat beneath her fingers sent a shockwave through her body.
Her face flamed.
"You have no idea," Lucian rasped, his voice dark with something dangerous. "What you do to me."
Selene's lips parted.
Then-
A wicked thought slipped into her mind.
Her blush deepened, but instead of pulling away, she moved.
She ground against him.
Lucian's grip on her tightened instantly.
"Selene." His voice was hoarse, warning.
She did it again. Slower this time.
Lucian growled. His fingers dug into her waist, his control hanging by a f*cking thread.
"Careful," he warned, his golden eyes flashing. "Or I won't let you leave this office at all."
Selene smirked. She loved this. Watching him suffer, knowing he couldn't do anything about it.
"You're teasing me," he accused, his voice deep and thick with lust.
She giggled softly, rolling her hips again.
Lucian's breath hissed out through his teeth.
His restraint was gone.
In one swift motion, he flipped her onto the couch, pinning her beneath him.
His face was inches from hers, his body hovering over her like a predator about to strike.
"You think it's funny, little wife?" His voice was a deadly whisper. "Making me suffer?"
Selene's heart pounded. "Maybe."
Lucian chuckled-dark, sinful.
"Then remember this," he murmured. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
His voice dropped to a seductive growl.
"The next time you start something like this..."
He pulled back slightly, golden eyes locking onto her parted lips.
"You better be ready to finish it."
Selene's breath hitched.
Before she could say a word, he leaned down and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to her forehead.
"Good girl. Now behave."
He stood up, adjusting his suit, and strode toward his private bathroom.
Selene lay there, completely wrecked, her entire body pulsing with heat.
She touched her forehead where he kissed her, her lips curving into a smirk.