Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1018

Chapter 1018: Luna’s Offer, Addiction and Bet

They sat naked on the bench, her back pressed warmly against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, her legs draped lazily over his. Her skin against his in that heavy, golden post-everything haze where time had politely excused itself and the outside world could go fuck itself for a while.

"That was really beautiful," Luna said. Quiet and honest. "The way you just... anchored me. It wasn’t you conquering me or taming anything. He was pulling me closer in a way I didn’t even know was possible."

Her fingertip traced slow circles on his chest.

"It was softer than our first time. Softer than any soft time you have ever taken me. And you have taken me soft before, but this... I don’t even have a word for it."

He kissed the top of her head and let his lips linger there.

"I just missed your body syncing with mine," he murmured. "Every time I tried to speed up, something in me refused. Like your body was whispering to mine to stay slow... and mine actually listened for once."

She went still for a second. Her finger stopped moving.

"I hope you didn’t hate—"

"Bullshit." She lifted her head sharply, eyes flashing. "I loved it. Gods, Peter, it was so beautiful. The way your hips rolled—your cock just rolled inside me, slow and so deep. Every stroke felt like a long, lazy wave hitting me in my spine, my chest, behind my eyes... I—"

He ruffled her hair with his full palm, messing it up completely and knocking her glasses crooked again.

She sputtered. "Hey—"

"You were about to get poetic."

"I was about to get accurate."

"Same difference with you."

She huffed, left her hair a glorious disaster, and settled back against his chest with a grumble that was ninety percent theater and ten percent real annoyance.

Luna kissed his bare chest then—soft, deliberate—pressing her lips right above his heart and holding them there a beat longer than necessary, like she was checking that the damn thing was still beating exactly the way she wanted it to.

She shifted in his arms, finding an even deeper, more comfortable angle against him, then kissed his lips slow and unhurried, tasting like sex and salt and the two of them melted together.

When she pulled back, she moved to his neck, her mouth tracing the tendon, tongue dragging lightly over his pulse until a shiver rolled through him that he couldn’t hide.

She smiled against his skin—he felt it—and continued downward, kissing across his collarbone and lower, pressing her lips into the ridges of muscle with quiet reverence.

She wasn’t trying to start anything new. She was just... worshipping. In that pure, no-announcement Luna way—honest and focused, aimed straight at whatever part of him she felt like loving right then.

He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes until she kissed them shut somewhere between his neck and sternum.

Now he was just floating, every press of her lips leaving invisible fingerprints on places no one else would ever reach.

She watched him for a long moment. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel her steady, warm gaze.

Something in her chest seemed to settle, like a final piece clicking into place.

She couldn’t really explain how he did it, but he always made a special space for every one of his women.

Or maybe it wasn’t separate rooms at all.

Maybe it was one enormous space inside him made for all his women at once with no seperation.

She wasn’t sure which was more beautiful: having a private, walled-off room in his heart with only her name on the door... or sharing the bigger, open space where the walls were gone, everyone’s love bled into everyone else’s, and the warmth felt too vast for any one person to have created alone.

Luna murmured against his chest, her voice soft and half-asleep. "Yeah... I kinda like the latter better."

He opened one eye and reached up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear with his thumb. "Like what better?"

She hummed and snuggled deeper into him, cheek pressed firmly against his sternum, one arm tightening around his waist as if she could physically prevent him from leaving—even though he had zero intention of moving for the next century.

Luna’s gaze drifted downward, tracing the hard lines of his torso.

Her fingers followed, sliding slowly over his abs, then lower still, brushing teasingly along the thick, heavy length of his cock resting against his thigh.

Even soft, it was unmistakably sinful—long, girthy, and promising, the kind of cock that made rational thought short-circuit.

She bit her lip, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she gave it one lazy, affectionate stroke.

Gods, she thought, the sinful weight of it warm and familiar in her palm. No wonder her body always surrendered so completely. No wonder she could still feel every slow, rolling thrust echoing deep inside her hours later.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a few breaths before she tilted her head up. "So... what’s up with my mom?"

"And you," he said between bites, teeth finding the curve of her other breast and nipping the soft flesh while she twisted and laughed, "you little gremlin—I heard from ARIA that you set your mother up with our private videos and pictures."

"Hey—" she managed between giggles and gasps as his teeth grazed her nipple, "hey—Mom hasn’t been fucked in like eighteen years. Maybe more."

He kissed her lips—slow, firm, tasting the laughter still lingering there—then pulled back just enough to ask, "So?"

"So," she said, poking his chest with one finger, "I happen to know just someone—" another poke, harder, right at his sternum, "—who’d gladly liberate his own mother-in-law."

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