As Lucia continued to watch she heard the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her. He continued to stroke her and work her.

The woman was twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and it seemed her whole body grew pink, and the nipples of her breasts looked as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them and suckled on them.

He felt a gaze on him and turned his head to the door. There, he saw a woman's face framed by the light, her mouth slightly open. She stared at him with a shocked and curious expression, he didn't seem to care as he bit into her breasts with a devilish grin. She met his eyes and couldn't look away, he savored it with a wicked smile.

He licked it as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. With one final taste, he groaned loudly as he let go of the supple breasts, stretching it with his lips until it bounced back.

Lucia had never seen anything like this before. She grew up in a strict household, where she had to live up to her parents' high expectations. She was always the model child, the perfect student, the obedient daughter. She never dared to step out of line

Lucia's eyes widened in shock, as if she had seen something sinful. Her lips parted slightly, letting out a soft gasp. Her skin flushed with a rosy hue, betraying her arousal.

The man shifted on the bed, as he moved his sex away and sat up, locking eyes with Lucia through the narrow gap of the door. He slowly put his thick and long sex into his pants as he stood up and walked towards the door.

Lucia couldn't take her eyes off him as he walked towards her, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely from his shoulders. He was a vision of masculine beauty, with his broad chest, sculpted arms, and strong hard abs. His skin glistened with sweat, making his muscles stand out even more. He smiled at her with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes

Lucia felt a surge of panic as he approached her. She wanted to run away, but her feet were rooted to the spot. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she tried. She was trapped, and he was moved closer.

Leaning against the door with his arms crossed.  He said in a low and seductive tone "I noticed you were admiring the view. The show is over for now, but if you want a private encore, I can make that happen." He gave her a wicked smile

"His smile is like a devil's trap, luring me in with its wicked charm." Lucia thought to herself "This was the only way to describe this man who stood before her.

Looking at her from head to toe he said "White is the mark of the cursed, not the sign of the blessed." He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "So what is a pure lily like you doing in a river full of crocodiles?"

Lucia backed away slightly and averted her eyes. "I'm sorry, for earlier. I came here with my friend and I got fascinated by the paintings on the walls."

She lifted her gaze to meet his briefly and muttered, "I think I should go back now." She hid her confusion and embarrassment behind her mask, not giving him a chance to reply she dashed away.

She resisted the urge to look back. She had lost all sense of direction, cursing herself for being so easily distracted. She had wandered into a foreign wing of the mansion, where the walls were lined with portraits of stern-faced ancestors and the air was thick with dust.

Her heels clattering on the polished marble floor as she walked quickly, desperate to find an exit. The elegant mask she wore, adorned with feathers and lace, seemed to weigh heavily on her face, almost suffocating her as her heart pounded in her chest.

Her breath quickened, and she cast furtive glances over her shoulder, her golden-blond hair cascading behind her like a silken waterfall.

As she turned a corner, lost in her thoughts, she collided with an immovable force. Lucia stumbled backward, nearly losing her balance, but his strong arms held her in time to avoid a fall.