My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Deprived

[Warning: The Chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]

"For some reason, I’m only just realizing this now... Lucian, you’re absolutely my type."

Silence fell between them as they held each other’s gaze.

The lines on Lucian’s face deepened as he studied the realization in her eyes. But instead of feeling anything else, he frowned.

"Are you saying that to test me?" he asked with a shallow breath, pressing the last strip of tape over her bandage. "Just because I can’t touch you right now because of this..."

"Touch me."

His furrowed brows tightened as he met her gaze again. "Do you think I won’t?"

If he didn’t care about her at all, he would.

To him, this felt like a test. The doctor had been strict — let her rest, don’t tire her out. Even though it hadn’t been said directly, Lucian understood that it included their bedroom activities. She might act like herself, but her wound was still fresh. He couldn’t reopen it just because he couldn’t control himself.

But as his displeasure rose, so did the growing clarity that she was being completely serious.

"For some reason, I feel strange," she murmured, turning slightly and lowering her knees as she faced him. She looked him in the eye, and he wore the same puzzled expression, as though this realization didn’t quite make sense to her either.

"But somehow... whenever I look at you since I woke up — no, since I saw you last night — I want to be with you," she said, choosing her words carefully, as if searching for the right ones to describe a feeling that had been haunting her.

"Not just a kiss. I keep thinking..." she trailed off, unsure whether these were the right words given how inappropriate they sounded. She didn’t fully understand it herself, but somehow the thought kept replaying in her head.

"...what it would be like to be fucked like a whore."

"..."

Lucian blinked. She raised her brows and nodded, as though satisfied she’d finally worded it correctly. For a moment, he thought his ears were deceiving him. There was no way he’d heard that right.

Then she added with a light chuckle, "I guess that turned me on. Am I deprived?"

No, he thought.

If anyone here was deprived, it was him.

Because even now, even when he was supposed to be doing nothing more than dressing her wound, his mind had already wandered — to what it would feel like to kiss down her back and, while doing so, let his hands roam lower.

Lucian’s thoughts went blank as he stared at her teasing smile. A hiss escaped his lips.

"Fuck," he breathed, finding himself already leaning toward her, seizing her lips, which he knew he shouldn’t.

He should have covered her body, stepped back, and stopped listening. He should have done everything possible to stop himself from letting it get to this point.

But he didn’t.

Why?

Because he was just as deprived.

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