?<strong>Chapter 1186:</strong>


    “No!” Belinda replied without hesitation, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Smirking, she tilted her head, her confidence growing. “I’m the one in charge now. You have to listen to me.”


    Lucas’ dark eyes flickered with resignation.


    But this time, he truly let her have her way.


    Unfortunately for him, Belinda took full advantage of her control, slowing down even more—pushing his patience to its very limit. In the end, Lucas couldn’t endure it any longer. His hands gripped her waist, and with one swift movement, he flipped her beneath him.


    “Lucas!” Belinda huffed, annoyance shing across her face. “We agreed that I’d be on top!”


    A smirk curled at the corner of Lucas’ lips. “I let you have your turn… But I still think this position suits us better.”


    Before she could protest, he began to move.


    It wasn’t long before Belinda’s defiance melted into breathless pleas. “Slower…”


    “I can’t,” Lucas rasped, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His voice had grown deep and rough, thick with desire.


    “You—” Belinda’s words were swallowed by his heated kiss, leaving her no room for protest.


    Their passion stretched on, spilling into every corner of the spacious suite—the bedroom, the living room, the sofa, even the bathroom—all of it bearing the remnants of their night.


    In the end, Belinda didn’t even know how she fell asleep.


    All she knew was that, once again, Lucas hadpletely worn her out.


    The next day,


    When Belinda woke, an overwhelming soreness seeped into her bones, as if she had been trampled by a truck. Every muscle ached in protest. Thankfully, she had the day off. Otherwise, in this condition, how could she possibly go to work?


    A suspicion crossed her mind. Lucas had known she was off today. Had he deliberately pushed her to the limitst night, indulging himself without restraint?


    Sensing Belinda was awake, Lucas pulled her against his chest, his lips brushingzily against the nape of her neck. “Morning.” His voice was thick with sleep,ced with an irresistible allure.


    Belinda had no desire to talk to him afterst night, but the warmth of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of her neck sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.


    “Get up already! I have the day off, and I need to visit my grandmother.” Turning to face him, Belinda pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him away with feigned irritation.


    Lucas chuckled, utterly unbothered. “Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” His tone was indulgent, his gaze filled with affection.


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