Arranged Marriage: Beneath The Rumors

Chapter 48: You Are So Responsive

Lugard stood up from his chair and sat beside her with a mischievous smile.

Lisa didn't dare to look at him because she would be lost in his beauty.

He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I think you do, troublemaker. I think you like the way the duke's hands roam over his lover's body, the way he whispers sweet nothings in her ear."

Lisa's face was on fire, her heart racing with excitement. She tried to push Lugard away, but he just chuckled and leaned in closer.

"You're imagining it, aren't you? You're imagining yourself in the lover's place, feeling the duke's touch, his kiss."

Lisa's eyes flashed with embarrassment, but Lugard just smiled. "Don't worry, unripe fruit. Your secret is safe with me. But I have to ask...what do you think it would be like, to be touched like that? To be loved like that?"

Lisa's body shivered at his words, her mind racing with images she couldn't suppress. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat.

Lugard's eyes glinted with triumph, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I think you'd like it, little troublemaker. I think you'd love it." Lugard whispered.

His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "I think you'd love it, troublemaker," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, her body swaying towards him. She couldn't believe what was happening, how much she was enjoying this, her body burning and she couldn't hold on any longer.

Lugard's lips traced the edge of her ear, his tongue darting out to tease her. "You're so responsive, troublesome G," he whispered. "So sensitive."

Lisa's hands reached up, grasping for his shoulders, but Lugard caught them, pinning them to her sides. "No, no, unripe fruit," he whispered. "You're not in control here. I am."

Lisa's eyes flashed open, her heart racing with excitement. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this, how much she wanted to surrender to Lugard's touch.

As Lugard's face was inches from Lisa's, he breathed in deeply, taking in her fresh scent. She was wearing a delicate perfume, one that hinted at citrus and florals. But beneath that, he could smell the sweet aroma of her skin, like honey and warm sunshine.

Lisa's hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, revealing her slender neck and the delicate silver chain that glinted in the light. She was wearing a soft white blouse with tiny buttons down the front and a high-waisted skirt that fell in gentle folds to her knees. The fabric was lightweight and feminine, accentuating her curves and making her look like a porcelain doll.

Lugard's eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail. He could see the faintest hint of lace beneath her blouse and the way her skirt fluttered when she moved. She looked innocent and alluring at the same time, like a siren luring him in with her sweet scent and gentle charm.

Lugard's teeth grazed her earlobe again, sending shivers down her spine. Lisa's voice broke as she tried to speak, her words tumbling out in a stuttering whisper.

"L-Lugard, p-please...y-you're...t-too close..."

Lugard's chuckle was low and husky, his breath hot against her skin. "Too close? I'm not close enough, troublemaker," he whispered, his lips tracing the edge of her ear.

Lisa's body trembled, her heart racing with excitement. She tried to push him away, but her hands were weak and trembling.

"P-please, Mr Lugard...s-stop..."

Lugard's teeth nipped at her earlobe again, and Lisa's voice shattered into a thousand pieces. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel the sensations coursing through her body.

Lugard's hands were on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. Lisa's body melted into his, her curves fitting perfectly against his hard angles.

She was lost, completely and utterly lost, in the sensation of his touch, his breath, his lips. And she knew she'd never be found again.

Lugard's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed at Lisa, her body trembling weakly, her eyes clouded with desire. He smiled to himself, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

A loud knock sounded, interrupting the moment. Lugard's eyes flicked towards the door, his expression turning cold and detached.

"Enter," he called out, his voice firm.

A maid's voice echoed from the doorway, "Dinner is ready, sir."

Lugard's gaze returned to Lisa, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "It seems our dinner is waiting," he said, his voice dripping with indifference. "Go and take a shower to calm yourself, unripe fruit. You're flushed," he said, his voice low and husky, before standing up, turning, and walking away.

Lisa's eyes followed him, her body still trembling with unfulfilled longing. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her.

She stood there for a moment, her mind reeling, before she finally stumbled towards her room and entered the bathroom, her legs weak beneath her.

As she stepped under the cool water, she couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. Lugard had left her hanging, her body craving his touch, her heart racing with excitement.

As she stood under the shower, Lisa couldn't shake off the feeling of Lugard's eyes on her, the touch of his lips still burning on her ear. She felt like he had awakened a part of her that she never knew existed, a part that craved his attention, his affection.

She closed her eyes, letting the water wash away her doubts, her fears. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Lugard like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist his charms.

When she finally emerged from the shower, she felt refreshed, and renewed. But as she walked back into the room, she saw Lugard sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on her, his expression unreadable.

He looks like he just finished taking a shower.

Lisa's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she was in trouble, but she couldn't help herself. She was addicted to the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

"Feel better?" Lugard asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving hers.

Lisa nodded, her voice caught in her throat.

As Lisa and Lugard entered the opulent dining room, the soft glow of candelabras and the stunning view of the bustling city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows enveloped them. The room was filled with the savory aromas of roasting meats and steaming vegetables, making Lisa's stomach growl with anticipation.

Lugard, the richest man in the city, strode ahead, his long strides devouring the distance, his eyes fixed on the table. His big black pants and crisp shirt seemed out of place amidst the lavish decorations, yet he wore them with an air of confident ownership.

Lisa followed, her slippers clicking on the marble floor, her gaze drawn to the dazzling array of dishes spread before them. The table was a masterpiece of dark wood and intricate carvings, stretching down the center of the room like a runway. Golden platters piled high with succulent meats and steaming vegetables vied for space alongside delicate crystal glasses and sparkling decanters of wine.

The city lights twinkled like diamonds outside, a reminder of the vast empire Lugard controlled from this very estate. Yet, amidst all this luxury, Lisa felt a sense of trepidation, as if she was walking on eggshells around the enigmatic billionaire.

The butler, a dignified man with a silver streak in his hair, greeted them with a bow. "Good evening, sir, madam. Welcome to dinner." The maids, dressed in crisp black and white uniforms, curtsied in unison, their smiles perfectly choreographed.

Lugard nodded curtly, his eyes scanning the table as if inspecting the offerings. Lisa returned the smile, feeling a sense of awkwardness amidst the formal atmosphere.