Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005: Hot Dr. Maria

The only heads-up Luna gave me was this:

Her mother was here to prove that I was wrong for her. That she’d do everything in her power to make that case—build it, argue it, win it—and drag her daughter back from the devil’s claws.

I was the devil in this situation.

And the warning came too late, when Maria and I were already heading toward the private office by the time Luna caught my hand in the hallway, pulled me close, and whispered it all in a rush of panicked breath.

Her fingers were tight around mine. Her eyes were wide with the specific anxiety of a woman who loved two people and knew one of them was about to try to destroy the other.

I kissed her forehead.

Told her it would be fine.

She whispered something that made me choke... then I followed Maria into the office.

Now I sat across from her.

Dr. Maria.

Luna’s mother.

The woman who had created the woman I loved—and who currently wanted to dismantle everything I’d built with her daughter, brick by brick, with the surgical precision of someone who took apart problems for a living.

She sat with her legs crossed. Composed. Deliberate with a posture of a woman who had walked into enemy territory and refused to look anything less than superior.

And gods—the body on this woman.

She wore a dark taupe ensemble that had no business being that sophisticated and that provocative at the same time.

An asymmetrical top—one shoulder bare, the other draped in a voluminous puffed sleeve—with the fabric wrapping across her torso in elegant, diagonal folds that cinched at her waist and left a teasing sliver of midriff exposed.

A choker collar hugged her throat, connected to the top by a strip of fabric that drew the eye down the bare slope of her shoulder, across her collarbone, to the subtle, perfect swell of her breasts pressing against the wrapped material.

A belt with an ornate circular buckle sat low on her hips, anchoring a draped skirt that clung to her thighs before splitting at the side in a slit that revealed more leg than any mother walking into a confrontation should have been comfortable showing.

Her thighs were crossed at the knee—long, toned, the skin smooth and catching the office light with a warm, silken sheen that made them look like they’d been polished by years of disciplined movement.

The slit fell open just enough to show the full length of the upper thigh, the muscle definition subtle but undeniable—the legs of a woman who walked, who moved, who had never stopped taking care of herself even as the decades passed.

Every inch of her screamed quiet, expensive power.

Her hair was long and black—falling past her shoulders in loose, natural waves that framed a face that time had been absurdly, unfairly gentle with.

Full, naturally plush lips. Dark eyes that held the same fierce intelligence Luna carried but with thirty additional years of experience sharpening them into something far more dangerous. Slim—not fragile-slim but elegant-slim.

She was in her fifties. Same bracket as Catherine.

A bit older than Margaret and Dominique.

But time had been gentle with her—or had completely avoided her, driven away by the sheer force of her refusal to deteriorate.

I wondered, for one filthy, unfiltered second, how insanely hot she’d be if she got my Divine Seed in her system.

She’d be a goddess.

Truly. No exaggeration. No hyperbole.

If the Seed could do what it had done to Isabella, to Luna, to the others—what it would do to a foundation like this?

Those elegant curves would swell and tighten, that flawless skin would glow with impossible vitality, those already lethal thighs would become pure sin.

She’d be walking, breathing temptation.

No wonder Luna had been so beautiful even before my Divine Seed. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The blueprint was sitting right in front of me with her legs crossed, her jaw set, and murder in her eyes.

I had just spent hours inside Vanessa. My body should have been satisfied. Should have been calm.

Should have been operating in that post-sex equilibrium where desire takes a back seat and rational thought drives.

I wouldn’t mind Maria. Not one bit.

When she’d first sat down and I’d taken my seat across from her, I’d told her—plainly, honestly, with no game attached—that she was stunning.

Perspective, my friends.

While she could sit there and lie to me—maintaining that stone-faced, I-am-here-to-judge-you composure like a fortress she’d spent decades constructing—I could read her.

{How is he possible?}

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