Chapter 910 – Intimate Chaos
The night dissolved into something feverish after that.
Not chaotic exactly.
Worse.
Intimate chaos.
The kind where laughter blurred together with moans and wine glasses and teasing voices until the mansion itself seemed to pulse with heat.
Lux stayed in the center of it all.
Bound.
Actually bound.
Ropes wrapped around his wrists and chest while the girls took turns pretending they controlled him.
Pretending.
That was important.
Because even restrained, Lux still somehow felt like the most dangerous person in the room.
Sometimes he leaned back into the couch with that lazy smug grin while someone kissed his throat or straddled his lap or fed him another dumpling between heated kisses.
And the sounds…
The mansion drowned in them.
Moans.
Groans.
Soft gasps.
Wet kisses.
Laughter breaking halfway into breathless noises.
Lux's low chuckles threading through everything like temptation itself.
