Chapter 421 Skilled Player (Part 2)
"You don't need it? Weren't you having a blast at the club?"
Luke's smile was dangerously seductive, and Elsa wanted to bolt.
"Not really," she mumbled defensively.
"Come on, drinking like this is no fun. How about you drink off my abs?" Luke teased, mimicking a male escort's tone as he poured half a glass of whiskey and moved closer.
For heaven's sake, those lines were meant for Chloe, not her! Elsa's back was damp with nervous sweat, and she felt wronged.
"Those guys, they're all so effeminate, with makeup thicker than a fortress wall. How could you even stand it?" Luke sat to Elsa's right, turned to face her, and trapped her against the couch with one hand on her left side.
Their breaths mingled, and the faint scent of orange blossom from Luke's cologne filled Elsa's nostrils.
Orange blossom was typically a feminine fragrance, but on Luke, it added a layer of mystery and danger rather than femininity.
Elsa remained silent, enveloped by his presence, nervously swallowing.
"Did you hire male escorts just to have someone to drink with?"
Elsa didn't know how to respond.
After all, her life was consumed by work and Luke, leaving her far from lonely. But she couldn't explain that Chloe wanted to have some fun with male escorts; that would be betraying her friend's privacy. Besides, given her close relationship with Chloe, Chloe's actions were practically her own, making any explanation pointless.
"Something like that."
"Alright, since you like it, I'll join you." Luke's smile was devilish as he brought the glass to Elsa's lips. "Here, let me feed you."
His voice was husky, filled with the allure of a mature man, making Elsa's blood rush to her head, leaving her breathless.
It was too intense. At the club, she didn't think she liked this type of man, but here, in Luke's study, she realized she did.
Elsa, as if bewitched, took a large gulp of whiskey from Luke. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, her eyes were wet and red, a look she only had when Luke was rough with her in bed.
Luke's lower abdomen burned with desire, his face a mix of cold, calm, and malice.
"Is this all it takes to overwhelm you?" His voice was low, his breath hot against Elsa's ear.
Elsa remained silent, biting her lower lip.
Luke took a sip of whiskey, cradled her chin, and sought her lips, prying them open to feed her the drink.
Elsa whimpered in discomfort, trying to push the liquid out with her tongue.
That push brought her tongue into contact with Luke's, and he couldn't control himself.
Luke chased her tongue, entwining it with his, amber whiskey spilling from their mouths, dripping down Elsa's chin and onto her chest.
It was an intensely erotic moment, and when they finally broke apart, five minutes had passed.
Elsa had lost the will to resist, her face flushed, submitting to Luke's whims.
Luke's voice was hoarse, his eyes and body ablaze with desire.
"Elsa, drinking off my abs is where the fun is." He half-lay on the couch, lifting his shirt and actually pouring whiskey onto his abs.
No way, this was too humiliating!
Elsa snapped out of her lustful daze, once again looking lost and unsure.
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