The Dominants Game

Chapter 83

The dining room of the upscale Florentine restaurant was bathed in warm, golden light, creating an intimate atmosphere that perfectly complemented the elegance of the evening.

Lucius and Rosetta Malfoy sat across from each other, their eyes locked in a charged, almost palpable tension. They were out on a double date with Lord Adrian and Lady Juliana Kensington, their new allies in the complex web of magical and non-magical politics.

Rosetta's white fitted suit accentuated her figure, and the way she moved and spoke had an air of controlled grace. Lucius, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, exuded a powerful and commanding presence. The Kensingtons, sophisticated and charming, seemed unaware of the undercurrent of tension between their companions.

As the courses were served, Lucius's hand occasionally brushed against Rosetta's under the table, sending jolts of electricity through her. Each touch was a reminder of the week's forced celibacy, a punishment she had imposed on him and Mattheo, and it made her body ache with a longing that was hard to suppress.

"So, Lucius," Adrian Kensington began, swirling his wine, "how have the latest developments with the Order been treating you?"

Lucius's eyes flickered to Rosetta for a brief second before he responded. "Quite well, Adrian. We've been making significant strides, thanks in part to our new alliances."

Rosetta's gaze never left Lucius's face, her mind racing with thoughts of what would happen once they were alone. She crossed her legs, feeling the friction of her stockings against her skin, and took a slow sip of her wine, trying to quell the heat rising within her.

Juliana Kensington smiled warmly at Rosetta. "And how are you finding the balance, Rosetta? It must be challenging to juggle everything."

Rosetta's lips curved into a seductive smile. "Oh, it's always a challenge, Juliana. But I thrive under pressure." Her eyes met Lucius's again, a silent promise of what was to come later.

The conversation flowed around them, but the tension between Lucius and Rosetta was a silent, throbbing presence. Every glance, every accidental touch, was a reminder of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

As dessert was served, Rosetta leaned slightly towards Lucius, her voice low and sultry. "We need to talk about something when we get home," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Lucius's eyes darkened with desire, and he nodded, his hand squeezing hers under the table. "I look forward to it," he replied, his voice rough with suppressed longing.

The Kensingtons exchanged a glance, sensing the intensity but not fully understanding it. The rest of the dinner continued smoothly, with polite conversation and shared laughter, but for Lucius and Rosetta, it was merely a prelude to the explosive reunion that awaited them once they were alone.

Royal Reunion

As soon as Lucius and Rosetta entered the Manor, the front door barely closed behind them, they were already tangled in each other's arms. Lucius's jacket was the first to go, dropped carelessly to the floor. Rosetta's heels followed, each step leaving a trail of clothing that marked their path.

In the hallway, Lucius's tie was yanked off, landing on the polished wooden floor. Rosetta's dress straps slipped from her shoulders, exposing her soft skin to his eager hands. By the time they reached the staircase, Rosetta's dress was abandoned on the banister, and Lucius's shirt lay in a crumpled heap.

Their journey upstairs was a frenzy of desperate kisses and wandering hands. Rosetta's bra was the next casualty, tossed aside as Lucius's fingers expertly unclasped it.