Daddy's Rival: 7. No Turning Back

The morning sunlight was harsh against the penthouse windows, cutting across the tangled sheets and Lucian’s still-warm body. Alina stirred, eyes fluttering open to find him watching her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice husky. “Good. I hate waiting.”

Alina blinked, letting herself take in the aftermath of last night. Every inch of her body still throbbed with need, still remembered the domination, the claiming, the exquisite surrender that had stolen hours of sleep and self-control. And yet… there was no regret. Only a dangerous thrill.

“I… I can’t believe this,” she whispered, voice trembling with excitement and fear. “I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t…”

Lucian leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Stop saying that,” he ordered gently, yet with authority that made her shiver. “We crossed the line. We claimed the edge. And we’re not going back. Not now. Not ever.”

Alina swallowed hard. The truth in his words