Mia stared at the flashing screen, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The video of her and Lucas played on repeat a silent threat, a reminder that Victor could destroy everything with a single click.
Her fingers trembled as she yanked the flash drive from her laptop and hurled it across the room. Fuck him. She wasn't going to be his puppet anymore.
A sharp knock on her door broke the tense silence. For a breathless second, fear clutched her throat Was it Victor? But when she opened it, Lucas stood there, his dark eyes scanning her face.
"You're shaking," he said softly, stepping inside. "What did he do?"
Mia swallowed the lump in her throat and held up the flash drive. "He sent this. Footage of us."
Lucas's jaw clenched. "That bastard." His hands balled into fists as he paced the room, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by something colder dangerous. "He thinks he owns you."
"He thinks he can break me," Mia whispered. "But I'm not running anymore."
Lucas stopped in front of her, lifting her chin with his fingers. "You don't have to face him alone." His touch was warm, but the anger in his voice sent a shiver through her. "If he wants a war, I'm ready to burn everything he's built."
His words stirred something fierce inside her. For too long, Victor had controlled her every move. But now? Now, she was done being afraid.
"I'm not going back to him," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "No more."
Lucas's lips curled into a dangerous smirk. "Good. Because if he touches you again, I'll make him regret it."
Heat sparked between them raw, electric. Without another word, Mia grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a bruising kiss. There was no hesitation, no fear just pure, unrestrained need.
Lucas groaned against her lips, his hands already tugging her clothes aside. "You're mine tonight," he growled, pushing her back against the wall. "And no one no one can take that from me."
Clothes fell to the floor in a heated frenzy. His mouth traced a path down her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin until she whimpered. Mia's nails dug into his back as he lifted her, pressing her against the wall, his body fitting against hers in a perfect, wild rhythm.
"Fuck, Mia," he groaned as he thrust into her, the force of it stealing her breath. "Let him watch let him see that he can't control you anymore."
His words ignited something primal in her. She clung to him, lost in the raw pleasure crashing through her body. Every thrust, every moan, was a defiance a declaration that she belonged to no one but herself.
When they finally collapsed on the bed, tangled and breathless, Mia felt a fierce satisfaction settle deep in her bones. She wasn't Victor's possession anymore.
And if he wanted to play dirty she was ready.