Lustful Paradise

Chapter 146: You Are Crossing The Line.

However, it turned out to be more complicated than she'd anticipated.

Emelia didn't expect him to demand sex. Actual intercourse. And it was something that would cross the line of no return, violating everything she'd worked for in her marriage. She wouldn't dare betray her husband by committing adultery.

Lucifer sensed her unease. "I knew you couldn't go that far. I don't know why I was hoping you could be more open-minded. You're just too traditional."

"You don't understand. I'm a married woman."

"I know that, Ms. Emelia. You've made that abundantly clear."

"So why are you even asking for this?"

"Because I want to show you a good time and make you feel amazing. But if you are unwilling, I'll have no choice but to decline. And you'll have to leave." Lucifer explained with a calm tone.

Emelia was speechless for a moment, shocked by his statement. But then, her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together as anger rose inside her chest.

'He's trying to force my hand.' She thought.

Emelia knew Lucifer wanted sex. And she also knew that she would not let that happen.

But Lucifer was clever. He'd made it seem as if he was giving her an option to walk away, even though he'd already decided that he wasn't going to let that happen.

Emelia was a smart woman. She could see through his deception. He wasn't offering her a way out; instead, he was trying to manipulate her emotions. He wanted her to feel bad about not meeting his demand and feel guilty about leaving him in this state. And then she would give in.

Lucifer's plan was brilliant, and he'd done a good job setting the trap. But she wasn't going to fall for it.

"Okay. Fine. If that's what you want, I will leave you here." Emelia said.

She tried to get up, but Lucifer didn't budge, his weight still pinning her down. Emelia glared at him, waiting for him to move, but he remained where he was.

"Can you please let me get up? I need to wear my clothes and leave."

"Do you think I would let you go that easily, Ms. Emelia?" Lucifer asked, a mischievous smile playing on his face. "I told you earlier. You assumed too much. I make the rules here. I am the one who calls the shots."

"And I told you that I won't have sex with you. I am not going to cheat on my husband."

Lucifer grinned, enjoying the defiant look on her face. Her stubbornness amused him, but it wouldn't change anything.

Soon, Lucifer leaned down and kissed her on her lips, catching her by surprise. Emelia tensed up at the contact and pushed her hands against his chest in an attempt to stop him.

But she was powerless against him. His body was stronger and firmer than hers. And his hands moved over hers, pushing her arms away.

His tongue parted her lips, invading her mouth and forcing itself deeper. She tried biting it, but he didn't care. Instead, he just kept on kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue. And as he did so, Emelia could feel his hard manhood pressing against her stomach.

Her body shivered from the sensation, and she moaned in protest. Her heart was racing, and her mind was filled with fear. But her traitorous body responded with arousal, betraying her.

Emelia's pussy was wet, and her nipples were rock hard. Her entire being ached with lust.

And Lucifer could tell. He knew the effect he had on women.

Emelia struggled beneath him, but Lucifer continued kissing her and ignoring her resistance. It was like a game for him, a challenge, and he enjoyed playing it.

Finally, after a minute of kissing and fondling, he pulled away, releasing Emelia's hands and giving her some space. But Emelia wasn't free from him, not entirely.

Lucifer then sat up, looking at the disheveled, topless woman underneath him, admiring how sexy and beautiful she looked. Emelia glared back at him, trying to catch her breath.

"You are crossing the line," Emelia said, trying to keep her composure, even though she felt vulnerable. She hated feeling powerless, unable to control her own emotions and desires.

"Oh? Am I? We're just getting started," Lucifer replied, reaching down and touching her face, caressing her cheek.

Emelia flinched but didn't try to stop him. His hand was warm, his touch soft. And despite the situation, she found herself leaning into his touch.

A part of her didn't want to fight him anymore; a part of her enjoyed the way he touched her and how it made her feel—the thrill of having a younger man's attention and affection, the excitement and pleasure that came with it.

"I will not allow this to go further," Emelia stated firmly, refusing to submit to his will. "This was supposed to be a massage session. A simple massage, not some kind of sexual encounter. I thought you wanted to release some tension and have your hardness dealt with, not engage in intercourse with me."

"A massage, huh...? Then let me give you a massage, Ms. Emelia. A special massage. You'll like it." Lucifer said. His tone held a hint of amusement.

His eyes twinkled with mischief, and his expression showed a mixture of desire and confidence.

Emelia frowned; her eyes narrowed in suspicion, not understanding his words. "What are you talking about? What kind of massage are you referring to?"

"A very special kind, Ms. Emelia." Lucifer replied. He moved his hands to her hips and slid her skirt down her thighs. Emelia watched him do it without saying anything, unable to stop him.

Once her skirt was removed, Lucifer gazed at her black panties. The thin material barely covered her pussy, and he could see the outline of her pussy lips through the sheer fabric. His eyes were drawn to her pubic mound and the visible wet spot in the crotch of her panties, showing the effects of his actions on her body.