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Chapter 75*

As you twirl in front of the mirror, the skimpy white babydoll nightgown fluttering around your thighs, you catch Severus's gaze in the reflection. 

His eyes are dark with barely contained desire. You saunter over to him, the matching thong peeking out with every step, and he growls low in his throat, his patience wearing thin.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he murmurs, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer.

"I like living dangerously," you tease, brushing your lips against his ear. "Don't you?"

He tightens his hold on you, his breath hot against your neck. "You have no idea what you're tempting."

You let out a soft laugh, running your fingers through his hair. "Oh, I think I do," you purr, pressing your body against his.

Severus's hands roam over your hips, sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly. "You're a mine," he says, his voice husky.

"Only for you," you reply, nibbling on his earlobe.

His grip on you tightens, and he begins to push you towards the bed. "You're making it very difficult to remain patient."

"Maybe I don't want you to be patient," you whisper, your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin.

Severus's eyes blaze with need, and he lifts you, placing you on the edge of the bed. He leans over you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the nightgown higher.

Just as his fingers hook into the waistband of your thong, there's a sudden knock at the door. You both freeze, the spell of the moment broken. You glance at Severus, your eyes still clouded with desire, and he sighs, frustration evident.

"Saved by the bell," you whisper, a hint of a smile on your lips.

Severus releases you reluctantly, his hands lingering for a moment longer. "This isn't over," he warns, his voice low and promising.

You straighten your nightgown and move to answer the door, throwing a teasing glance over your shoulder. "I'll hold you to that."

Peeking through the peephole, you see Lucius standing there. You open the door, and his eyes widen slightly at your state of dress, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Lucius, come in," you say, stepping aside.

He enters, his gaze lingering on you appreciatively. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he says, clearly amused. "If I am, don't stop on my account."

You saunter back towards Severus, your fingers trailing along the edge of the table. "Oh, Lucius, you always have such impeccable timing," you tease, casting a playful glance at Severus. "We were just about to... start something interesting."

Severus's eyes narrow slightly, but there's a hint of amusement in his gaze. "And now we have an audience," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous.

Lucius leans against the doorframe, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I do enjoy a good show."

You smirk, running a hand down Severus's chest. "Well, maybe we can give you a preview," you say, your voice sultry. "What do you think, Severus? Should we let Lucius stay and watch?"

Severus's grip tightens on your waist, his eyes never leaving yours. "Perhaps a little taste of what he can't have," he replies, his voice a seductive growl.

He leads you to his chair in the sitting room, positioning you on his lap, your legs splayed out while Lucius watches intently.

"You see, Lucius," Severus begins, his voice low and commanding, "she's mine. Every moan, every whimper, every orgasm belongs to me."