Back at Lucas's penthouse, the adrenaline was still rushing through Mia's veins. Her heart pounded as she stood in the center of the lavish bedroom, watching Lucas lock the door behind them.
He turned, his eyes burning with raw possession. "You could've been killed," he growled, stalking toward her.
"I couldn't sit back and do nothing," she shot back, refusing to let fear rule her. "He was threatening my family."
Lucas's jaw clenched as he closed the distance between them. "And if he had hurt you? If I had lost you?"
His voice was rough dangerous but beneath it, Mia heard the truth. He needed her.
Her defiance melted into desire. "You didn't lose me," she whispered, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "I'm right here."
Something inside him snapped.
In an instant, Lucas had her pinned against the wall, his mouth crashing down on hers. The kiss was fierce punishing filled with everything he couldn't say aloud.
"You drive me insane," he growled against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs. "Always pushing, always tempting me."
"And you love it," she challenged, breathless.
A wicked smirk curled his lips. "I do."
Without warning, he lifted her, carrying her across the room and dropping her onto the bed. His body covered hers, heat radiating from every inch of him.
Mia's skin burned as he tore off her clothes no patience, no hesitation. His hands roamed her curves, rough and demanding, leaving no part of her untouched.
"Lucas…" Her voice trembled with need.
"Say it again," he ordered, his mouth trailing fire down her neck.
"Lucas," she gasped, arching beneath him as his teeth scraped her skin.
He spread her legs wide, his fingers teasing her already aching center. "You're mine," he growled. "And tonight? I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Mia's body trembled as he thrust into her deep, hard, unrelenting. There was no softness left between them only raw, consuming need.
"Fuck," he groaned, his rhythm punishing as he claimed her again and again. "You feel too good… too perfect."
Mia clung to him, nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure crashed through her. "Don't stop," she begged.
"I won't." His voice was a promise one he intended to keep.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips back against him. The angle was deeper harder and Mia cried out, her body shattering beneath his relentless pace.
Lucas leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "No one else will ever touch you again," he growled. "You're fucking mine."
And with one last thrust, he drove them both over the edge leaving no doubt who she belonged to.
After, tangled in the sheets and each other, Lucas brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I meant what I said," he murmured. "Victor won't touch you again. I'll burn his whole world to the ground if he tries."
Mia's heart pounded not from fear, but from something far more dangerous.
Because when Lucas Black wanted something…
He never let it go.