Chapter 0048
“Bulls…
Violet’s mind flashed back to the terrifying dogs that had almost attacked her. She broke out into a cold sweat,
and her complexion turned pale.
“No!” she exclaimed in panic, gripping his wrist tightly.
His arms, positioned on either side of her, were tense and strong.
“I’m sorry.” Violet quickly apologized, exhaling softly in an attempt to calm his anger.
Lucius observed her from above and inhaled her scent; it had a mild, flowery sweetness that was utterly enticing. This was his first time noticing a woman’s scent, and it was intoxicating.
His body tensed uncontrollably, aroused, as though he were receiving a drug injection.
Oblivious to his reaction, Violet continued to breathe heavily in fear, her chest rising and falling.
As he felt it, Lucius’ eyes darkened, and his gaze shifted to her chest. Wordless, but Adam’s apple bobbed wildly, he took in the silent invitation.
Without realizing it, Violet placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him. “I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again.”
This slight touch seemed to ignite something within him.
He yanked her hand away, dropped his head, and placed his lips on her chest.
Taken by surprise, Violet was momentarily immobilized.
She gazed at his thick hair, feeling the warmth and moisture against her chest. This sensation was like a chord being struck within her, making her heart flutter and soar. A soft moan escaped from her lips.
His actions became more daring. With one hand, he tore at her clothes, while his other hand slid down.
Just as things were heating up, the pressure was suddenly lifted off of her.
Lucian pulled away, the passion in his eyes turned cold as he remarked, “Truly aroused! Look how red your
skin is.”
She abruptly returned to her senses and looked down at herself. True to his word, her skin was the color of a lobster, silently glowing with an enticing radiance.
How humiliating! Feeling utterly embarrassed, Violet quickly wrapped herself in her clothes.
He scoffed, threw his coat over her, and commanded, “Get out!”
Violet dashed out of his room, fleeing from the incident.
When it came to intimate encounters, she and Lucius were polar opposites. He maintained control over his emotions, easily reverting to his usual composed self, unlike Violet.
+15 BONOS
While she was panting in her small room, her face flushed, Lucius appeared at her window. Breathless and flushed in her small room, she peeked at Lucius outside her window.
He strolled gracefully to his chopper, and climbed into it with ease. He boarded effortlessly, showing no signs of the earlier passion, and left with his new lover.
He returned with many more women the next morning.
After taking in the lineup of women who were more stunning than top international models, Violet could only
sigh. “What a playboy!”
For the following days, aside from occasionally preparing simple meals to balance his refined taste buds, her
job reverted to weeding.
Weeding, always weeding.
Violet wasn’t bothered by it, despite its monotonousness.
Lucius, seemingly with more leisure time, often swam in the lake. His entourage of new companions followed
him like ducklings. Sometimes, he would openly kiss one of them, unconcerned by onlookers.
Violet shook her head. “What a stud!”
It was terribly hot outside. Sweat soaked her back, causing her shirt to cling uncomfortably.
She removed her jacket, revealing a tank top underneath. The field was deserted, so there was no concern about her attire being noticed. Her outfit was modest compared to those of the women around Lucius.
She resumed her weeding task.
Lucius, having dismissed his female companions, had gone upstairs and sat on the balcony at the end of the
corridor. From the second floor, he had a clear view of Violet.
Her slender figure swayed gently, her arms moving rhythmically as she worked. In her tank top, her contours were distinctly visible.
Despite her less prominent features compared to the more glamorous women-smaller breasts, a shorter waist, and not as long legs-Lucius couldn’t understand why her every movement ignited a fiery sensation within him.
Unable to continue watching, Lucius stood up. He went back to his room, showered, and then laid down on his bed.
Lucius quickly fell asleep, but his dreams were soon filled with vivid imagery.
In his dream, he found himself pressing Violet onto the grass, engaging in a passionate embrace with her for as long as he desired. Her unique fragrance lingered in his nostrils, refusing to dissipate.
Suddenly, he awoke to an unexpected release from his body. Abruptly, he opened his eyes and saw the fluid on his bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, and tugged at it in frustration.
It was bewildering! How could he allow that woman into his dreams, let alone…
+15 BONOS
Glancing outside, he saw Violet still laboring in the field. Her slender form moved with a rhythm, the silhouette of her chest subtly visible, causing his body to react once more.
He discarded his sheets and pajamas in the trash, and left his room. On impulse, he pushed opened the door to one of his lovers’ rooms.
“Lucius!” she exclaimed in surprise, immediately clinging to him.
He bent down, captured her lips, and carried her toward the bed.
