CHAPTER EIGHT

Grave’s pov

It didn't look real but it was happening anyway. I watched her twirl her hips, breasts plump, lips rosy. No defenses, just her –us

“ Lyra” I groaned, voice laced in hunger.

It didn't sound like me. Sounded like a stranger but I knew my voice.

She wore a blue fitted dress with nothing underneath. Just her protruding breasts, firm tits that promised a good taste and a curvaceous body.

Sumptuous!

A sight to behold. She flung her legs against the bed, grabbed onto a glass of water and poured the cold liquid on her body.

My entire body was plunged into fire as my already hard cock tightened.

Fuck ! Why was my cock hard for my son's wife?

Then she smirked, her fiery eyes replaced with a warm gaze.

A gaze that felt so unreal yet–surreal..

She bent down, keeping her gaze on me. How I wanted to grab her so much and throw her onto the bed and fuck her brains out…but I held back, waiting, anticipating.

Then she kissed my bulge. I groaned. Shit, why did she have so much power over me?

She almost swallowed my balls, then slowly unbuckled my belts. I could feel myself on the edge of climax even before I could touch her.

She pulled my trouser down and my cock sprang free. She smirked, the scent of lily in the rain hovering around us.

I wanted her…I wanted my son's wife to suck my cock and make me cum. I wanted to insert my dick into her and claim her as mine.

She grabbed my cock, a smirk, gazes locked, then swallowed it.

A loud groan erupted from my chest. Thick and heavy.

“ Lyra…” I drew, my voice a mess. No! I was the most powerful billionaire, a leader and I ran an empire.

How could I be a mess under her touch?

But she didn't stop and I didn't dare to stop her. I let her suck my cock, the slap of her hand against my balls making my stomach clench in pleasure.

It was too much !

Heat pooled onto my stomach, on the verge of erupting but she stopped and pulled away..

I let out a low frustrated growl.

“ Strip” I gave an order.

Her lips tilted upwards. She knew what she was doing.

She slowly reached for her hand straps and pulled them down.

Her breasts sprang free, hard and sumptuous.

Fuck!

I turned and pulled her down on the bed. She yelped, then smiled, “ daddy a little too impatient huh?” She whispered and the mere graze of her breath on my skin drove me insane.

I latched onto her left breast. Suckling it, hands on the other, squeezing and pressing.

So soft, so smooth. Perfection!

It should have been me on that altar, vowing to make her mine and mine alone.

My lips traced down to her belly button, I latched and she moaned.

It sounded strange, unreal but I loved every moment of it. I loved the way she trembled under me, the way she rocked her body like a needy slut.

Except she wasn't. She was mine!

My lips traced down to underneath and I stuck my tongue, licking and suckling on her already cunt.

She moaned, her body a trembling mess.

“ Please” she whispered and I smirked, becoming brutal as I licked even faster.

Then slowly I lifted up my waist, placing her hip around my torso.

She moaned. Then snapped her eyes closed.

“ What…” she trailed as I slammed into her with brutal force.

My body trembled. She was tight! Fucking tight that I could faint from too much pleasure.

I groaned and began thrusting into her with fervent force.

She moaned loudly, her back rocking against my sheets, “ daddy..” she whispered in between moans.

It drove me crazy and I thrust harder, faster. Head tilting backwards. Pleasure pooling in my stomach.

Then like fireworks exploding in the sky with sparkles tilting down. I groaned out in pleasure. Body trembling.

Then I snapped my eyes open.

Fuck!

It was all a dream!

I looked down at my cock, it was hard, cum spilling everywhere.

It felt so real…like it had happened but–it hadn't.

I exhaled sharply, glanced outside, it was the break of dawn. I had spent the entire night dreaming of her.

I fished out a cigarette and hung on my lips. Exhaling some smokes might make me be clear headed.

I walked into my study, each step, a memory of the previous night. A wet dream ? I've never had those.

I pushed the door to the study. Frustrated.

Televisions blinked…light flickering.

It was various footages around the empire. I had his eyes on everyone.

I caught sight of her room.

Killian! He laid sprawled on the bed, no single care in the world..

My hands tightened. Very foolish!

If Lyra wanted to perform a neat cut on his throat, it would be a matter of seconds.

But–she wasn't on the bed, where was she?

My brows furrowed.

I checked the footage and then noticed something. The bugs I installed, the ones in Killian's bathroom, had been dismantled.

My brows lifted. Was it her?

My phone beeped, a message.

I took it from the cabinet, leaned backwards and opened the message.

“ Boss, the young master’s wife asked to meet you”

My expression darkened and changed into something unreadable.

Memories of the dream I had flooding into my head.

Why was she here?

I walked out of the study. My steps slow and deliberate as if waiting to sight her.

I caught sight of her, standing tall below the stairs, hands on one of the chairs. Eyes darting around as if taking note of things.

I smirked. I knew what I was getting into when he agreed to a marriage proposal. A marriage formed under the guise of a friendly alliance.

She set her eyes on me…then a smile. She wore a green dress, simple and princess-like except it contrasted with her forced smile.

A smile practiced so well that it almost felt real except I've seen a lot of it to discern.

“ Good morning father in law,” she said, beaming.

My expression went blank…I could see through the friendly facade.

But a game of pretence she wants…that, she shall get.