The Villains Must Win-Chapter 278: (+18) Vampire Hunt 38

Lucian’s gaze held hers, steady and calm. "So what do you want?"

Selis froze for a heartbeat. She hadn’t expected him to cave that easily.

Usually, getting Lucian to agree to anything required an argument, a bribe, and sometimes mild blackmail.

Her surprise melted into a slow, wicked grin. "T-then . . ." she purred, leaning forward across the table until only a breath separated them.

Her fingers trailed down the edge of his coat before slipping lower, brushing against the leather of his belt. "How about . . . an early boost of energy? Hmm? I’ll need some essence to keep me going today."

Lucian’s brows twitched ever so slightly. "What are you," he asked, voice low, "a succubus?"

She giggled softly, the sound both playful and undeniably suggestive. "Maybe."

He didn’t protest. Didn’t even move. Just watched her with that intense, penetrating gaze of his—the kind that made her feel as if he could strip away every layer of pretense she wore and see her exactly as she was.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Damn him, she thought. Always so controlled, so calm . . . but I swear, he’s thinking about it. I can see it in his eyes.

Slowly, she hooked a finger through his belt loop and gave it a playful tug. "So, Captain," she whispered, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ear, "is that a yes?"

Lucian’s hand shot out, catching her wrist—not harshly, but firmly enough to make her breath hitch. He leaned in, his face inches from hers, his voice a quiet rumble that sent shivers racing down her spine.

"Is that what you want?"

The way he said it—calm, deep, and utterly unbothered—made Selis want to throw something at him. Did he have to sound so composed while she was practically melting inside?

Her lips twitched into a smirk to hide her momentary hesitation. Damn him. Why does he have to be so calm?!

Not for long. She leaned forward, fingers brushing his belt with deliberate slowness, never breaking eye contact.

"Yes," she purred, her voice dipping low, smooth as silk. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she tilted her head, all mischief and challenge. "This is exactly what I want."

For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then she noticed it—the way his eyes amber eyes darkened, glowing faintly like embers. That calm exterior? It cracked, just a little.

Desire was there, thrumming in the air, so thick she could almost taste it.

Selis’ heart skipped, a thrill shooting down her spine. Got you, she thought.

Lucian didn’t answer verbally, but the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his breath grew just a touch heavier, told her everything.

"Well, Captain," she teased, letting her fingers trail lightly down his waistband, "for someone who pretends to be oh-so-disciplined and uninterested, you’re certainly hard down here."

He gave a low, almost inaudible sound—something between a growl and a hum—and she swore she felt it vibrate in her chest.

Selis grinned wider. "What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe . . ." She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over his ear. ". . . you just want me to keep going."

Lucian’s reply was a quiet, rough exhale, his self-control teetering on the edge.

Selis laughed softly, a triumphant, sultry sound. So the stoic captain does crack after all.

The heat between them built, unspoken yet undeniable. His hand twitched at his side as though resisting the urge to touch her, and that single act of restraint—so fragile, so close to snapping—made her pulse race harder than any overt gesture could.

Selis reached out, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she grasped the waistband of Lucian’s pants.

With a swift tug, she pulled them down – revealing his throbbing cock in all its glory.

It was massive – thicker than her wrist and long enough to make her mouth water. The shaft was a deep, ruddy red – the veins pulsing beneath the taut skin like rivers on a map.

The head was swollen and bulbous, already glistening with precum. It twitched slightly as Selis’ gaze raked over it, as if begging for her touch.

She licked her lips unconsciously before sinking to her knees before him. Her hands slid up his muscular thighs, feeling the power coiled within them.

"Fuck," Lucian groaned low in his throat as Selis wrapped one hand around his girth. "You’re going to be the death of me . . ."

Selis smirked up at him through hooded eyes before leaning forward and dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip.

Lucian’s hips jerked involuntarily at the sensation – low growl rumbling in his chest. Selis felt a thrill of power course through her at the effect she had on him.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up the salty-sweet precum that leaked from the slit. The taste was intoxicating – a hint of musk and pure masculine essence.

Unable to resist any longer, Selis opened her mouth wide and took Lucian’s cock inside. Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth as she sank down inch by inch.

The velvet heat of her mouth enveloped him like a glove, squeezing and caressing every ridge and vein. Lucian’s hands fisted in her hair as he fought the urge to thrust forward.

Selis hollowed out her cheeks and sucked hard, drawing more precum from his throbbing tip. She could feel it pulsing against her tongue, ready to erupt at any moment.

Her free hand slid between her own legs, fingers delving into slick folds as she pleasured herself while pleasuring him.

Lucian’s control snapped then, his hips surging forward as he fucked her mouth with abandon. Selis took him deep, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat as she swallowed around him.

The room spun and blurred at the edges, all that existed was the taste of Lucian on her tongue and the feel of his hands gripping her hair like a lifeline.

And then . . . he exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped down Selis’ throat as she swallowed greedily, milking every last drop from his pulsing shaft.