Lethal Temptation (by Michelle Ray) novel Chapter 59

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Mara

The moment the door closed, Lucian came to me on the couch. He didn’t speak right away. His

shoulders were tense, jaw locked.

“Martha’s been stealing from us all along-using shady deals like this to bleed Steel Corp dry,” Lucian growled, fists clenched and jaw tight. Rage radiated off him in waves. I could feel it

thrumming beneath his skin through the bond we shared.

And I understood it. Martha’s greed hadn’t just been manipulative-it had been dangerous. She

could’ve ruined him. Us.

I moved closer, gently placed a kiss on his lips. “He’s gone, Lucian. It’s over,” I whispered.

But I knew the kiss wouldn’t be enough. His fury was still pulsing just beneath the surface, barely

contained.

I reached for his belt.

He caught my wrist, eyes flashing with his wolf’s gold. The anger was still there-but it wasn’t

aimed at me. It never was.

He guided me silently to kneel on the couch, facing the backrest. My skirt slid up as he positioned me, baring me to him. He pulled my panties to my knees and held my hips steady.

Then I felt his fingers slip inside me-followed by the warm press of his tongue against my clit. His grip on me was possessive, but reverent. He was channeling his rage, draining it through me. But it didn’t feel like punishment. It felt like need.

I moaned, surrendering to it.

The heat built fast. Too fast.

I came hard, breath ragged and body trembling.

Then he was inside me-fast, deep, relentless. I could barely keep up with him. My fingers gripped the back of the couch. My legs shook as my orgasm dragged on, then flared again without

warning.

I came again, and again.

He didn’t stop.

Lucian took everything I gave and gave me more in return, until I was breathless and wrecked beneath him. My chest heaved, my limbs weak, every nerve raw.

Only then did he let himself go-pouring into me and staying there, breathing heavily as we both

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rode the last wave together.

The intercom had buzzed a few times, but neither of us cared.

Eventually, I stood, shaky and flushed. I reached for my panties, but Lucian caught them, brought

them to his face, and slipped them into his pocket with a smirk.

His anger was gone now. All of it.

“That man almost made me lose it,” he muttered, finally pulling himself back into composure.”

Took everything in me not to throw him out.”

I picked up the files we’d been working through. My knees were still weak.

”

Lucian shut his computer. “That’s enough for today he said. “Let’s swing by La Puerta Del Sol for

dinner. Then we’ll head home.”

He walked over and kissed me-slow, deep-and I tasted myself on his lips.

“I love seeing you fully satisfied, Mara,” he murmured.

I smiled.

Because I was.

And more than that, I was his-and he was mine.

Mary gave us a funny look when we stepped out of the office. She knew.

I smirked and winked at her. She blushed and quickly looked away.

Sweet woman. Gentle, quiet. I often wondered how she managed to survive under someone like

Martha.

Lucian took the keys and decided he’d drive. We left in one of the convertibles-top down, the wind

smoothing the heat of the day from our skin. The restaurant he picked was high-end, elegant

without trying too hard.

People noticed us.

They didn’t just see us-they recognized us. Some came over to greet us. A few insisted on

covering our bill. The staff was unusually attentive. The atmosphere felt… respectful.

“I guess the news about you becoming Alpha is out! I said, sipping my drink. “Funny. People

weren’t this generous with Darian.”

Lucian nodded, expression unreadable. “Martha.”

That one word carried too much weight.

Martha’s presence had stained everything around her. The way she moved through people’s lives

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left bruises. Even here, where her name was only a shadow, people still flinched at its memory.

It made me feel sorry for Alpha Vander-for the man she’d hollowed out and shackled with her

presence.

After dinner, we slipped into the car and hit the road.

Lucian drove, the top still down, the evening air cooler now, scented faintly with sea breeze and dust. We’d only gone a few blocks when something felt… off.

Across the street from the restaurant, a grey sedan had been idling. It pulled out just after we did. A few turns later, it was still behind us.

“That grey car is following us,” I said, my eyes fixed in the side mirror.

Lucian checked the rearview, jaw tightening. Without a word, he took a sudden sharp turn.

The sedan followed.

His hand clenched the wheel tighter. “They’re definitely following.”

“Want to stop and beat the shit out of them?” I offered, half-serious.

Lucian shook his head. “They might be armed. I won’t risk it-not with you in the car.”

He stepped on the gas, weaving through traffic with smooth, fast movements. The car behind us

picked up speed too.

Then-gunfire.

It all happened fast.

Glass shattered. Tires screeched. Lucian swerved left, then right, dodging bullets. My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Hold on!” he barked.

And then-impact.

The world exploded sideways as a truck slammed into us from the right-my side. Pain burst

through me. My head snapped back. I heard screaming-tires, metal, something tearing open.

And then nothing.

Just… silence.

A strange kind of quiet, like floating underwater.

Faint voices echoed around me. Flashes of light. Hands.

And then the darkness swallowed it all.

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