𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 || 𝐋.𝐌 ✓

➢Chapter 11- Love is in the air

They headed out of the room, Lucius accepting handshakes and Y/n narrowly avoiding a cheek kiss from Alves. Then they walked upstairs hand-in-hand, winding around hallways until Lucius came to a stop in front of a door. Her basic necessities had been moved in yesterday, and unloaded into his room. Their shared room.

The door they stood outside of now.

He opened the door, revealing the room she'd seen yesterday when she was putting her clothes and her shoes in one of the closets. Hers was the gargantuan one on the right side of the room, Lucius's on the left. She'd fit her dresser, a mirror, and an entire wall of shoes in there. It was almost too much. But then, wasn't this all?

"The honeymoon is on your yacht." She'd walked in ahead of him and turned to find him undoing his cuff links.

"I figured a night away from the house would give us some much needed privacy."

"Privacy to make it look like..." Her cheeks grew warm.

He dipped his chin. "Then we'll return to work and life goes back to normal."

Normal. After spending a few days on a cramped boat with the man who made her entire body react like she'd been submerged into a vat of effervescence? She doubted she'd be able to find normal with a map.

"The bonus is on the boat—it'll just be us." He tugged at his bow tie and she froze, anxious to finally see the man out of his tie. "So you won't have to do anything for show."

"No crew?" She had to clear her throat to get the question out when he untied the length of black silk.

"Captain, first mate, and deckhand at your service." Lucius left the bow tie dangling and lost the jacket, tossing it haphazardly onto the massive bed. Four fat posts and piles of gold and black bedding stood at the end of the room. Would they share that bed? She assumed they'd have to. The house staff would be suspicious if they didn't.

He crooked a finger for her to come to him.

"What?" It took everything in her not to take a step backward.

"What, what? Come here so I can unzip you."

Oh. Okay, she was being ridiculous. Malfoy wasn't trying to seduce her. Not even in this luxurious den of sin. That's how she saw it, with its dark wood flooring and rich cedar closets. A bed they could do cartwheels on, Lucius's obvious kissing abilities...Yeah, it hadn't taken long for her mind to cannonball into the gutter.

She sashayed—because there was no other way to walk in her floor-length lace-and-satin gown—and turned, having no need to hold her hair up since it was pinned at her nape. Warm fingers brushed there now as he undid the delicate pearl button at the top, then ran his fingers down her bare back before sliding the zipper down. He took his time, pausing at each inch. Her heart thudded as Lucius sucked in a deep breath.

"You're truly exquisite, Y/n." His low, gravel-laden voice matched her lust-filled thoughts. Being kissed by him was distracting to the nth degree, but being undressed by him? Unparalleled.

"Thank you," she managed.

With the flat of one hand, he touched her shoulder, leaning so close, she could feel the brush of his shirt and the heat radiating off his body. "May I?"

"Malfoy..."

"The word you're looking for is yes." Those words were murmured against the shell of her ear before he closed his lips over the edge of her lobe.

He was a drug. Her eyes fell closed as she gave herself over to the sensation of Lucius's broad palms sliding over the bared skin of her back. His fingers tucked beneath the thin flower-laced straps of the dress, then molded her shoulders, pulling those straps down.