The Blood Contract
Chapter 103: I think I’m crazy

Chapter 103: I think I’m crazy

Serena did not bother to stop him from leaving. She watched Lucian walk away, each step he took echoing faintly through the underground hall like a beat against the silent drum of her heart. She didn’t say a word. Not a whisper escaped her lips. She simply sat rooted in place, her arms wrapped around herself as if the gesture could somehow offer her comfort.

Her eyes lingered long after he had disappeared from view, and her mind was beginning to wonder what exactly she was supposed to do in that situation.

Again, the thought returned like a haunting refrain: ’If I had known, I would have just stayed back in the house.’

If only she had not let her anger get the best of her. If only she had swallowed her pride and remained in Lucian’s house, this situation would have been easier to deal with.

Marlowe would have made her a drink. That special one she always made whenever the stupid bracelets began to act up. It always worked. One glass and Serena would drift off into a peaceful, numbing sleep.

But that wasn’t possible now. Marlowe was miles away from her. Probably asleep and unaware of the chaos brewing inside Serena’s body. And there was absolutely no way she was leaving that bunker that night.

"At least I’m not alone today," a thought suddenly registered in her mind like an unexpected ray of light breaking through a storm cloud. As strange and absurd as that thought was considering the intensity of the situation she was currently facing, the level of consolation it brought to her heart was alarming. It was subtle but powerful. A strange sense of relief began to blossom within her chest like a dangerous flower blooming in winter.

Still, a small smile made its way to her lips. Soft and fleeting. Despite everything that had happened and was happening at that time, there was comfort in knowing she wasn’t going to suffer that night alone.

Lucian would suffer it right along with her. And this time... this time, there was nobody coming to save or satisfy him. No call girl. No escape route. No distraction. Just the two of them.

She remained seated for a few more minutes, trying to breathe through the tightening feeling in her chest. But then it happened. The full effect of whatever the bracelet had released into her bloodstream finally kicked in. It came gradually like she had expected slowly increasing intensity until it felt like a suffocating and heavy wave.

The sudden urge to be held by a man, to be touched in ways she had only imagined and never truly experienced, surged within her like a tidal wave crashing against the walls of her sanity. Her body tingled, every nerve ending screaming for contact, for warmth, for a connection that no one had given to her in the past.

The ache that took root in her lower abdomen was unlike anything she had ever known. It was maddening, unrelenting, and utterly beyond her control. Her breath grew ragged as her hands gripped the edges of the chair she was sitting on. Her legs pressed together, her thighs squeezing tightly, but it was no use. The tension only made the ache worse.

She knew instantly that touching herself, trying to take the edge off, would bring her no relief. Her body wasn’t just craving release. It was craving something more intense. Something that would shake her to the core. And no matter how stubborn or prideful she tried to be, no matter how much she told herself to behave, there was no denying what her body now demanded.

Eventually, she stood up. Her legs trembled slightly beneath her as if the ground was unsteady. She walked out of the kitchen, her mind foggy, every step heavy like she was dragging invisible chains. She was headed for the second bedroom which was only a few steps away from the one Lucian had gone into earlier. And she had no doubt he was in there currently.

She moved past that room to the next.

’A cold shower would probably help her manage her desires,’ she thought. Maybe the water would help numb it all down, lessen it just enough so she could make it through the night. And that was exactly what she did.

The bathroom was dim, the silence pressing against her like a second skin. She stripped off her clothes without ceremony and stepped into the stall. She twisted the knob all the way to cold and stood there, letting the icy water slam against her burning skin. Her teeth chattered from the cold, but she didn’t move. The water drenched her hair, poured down her neck, her shoulders, her back, her thighs. Still, she stood there, hoping, praying.

But it was only wishful thinking.

Because the moment she stepped out of the shower, soaked and freezing, she realized how wrong she had been. Everything had doubled. The cold had shocked her nerves but hadn’t dulled the fire. It had only fanned the flames. She could barely think straight. Her hands trembled as she wrapped a large towel around her naked body.

Her mind, as if determined to punish her further, decided to betray her in the cruelest way.

She remembered.

The memory started with a slow trickle and then poured in with full force. It was the memory of her encounter with Lucian on the night when he had dismissed that stupid call girl of his, Mitchell.

She remembered the way he had held her. His voice and breath against her ear. The heat in his eyes. The feel of his chest, solid and warm, and the unmistakable shape of his hardened cock pressed against her backside. The exact moment he slipped his knee between her thighs, brushing against her core, and the electric jolt it sent through her.

As these memories registered one after the other, Serena’s body trembled, not from cold, but from sheer frustration. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t stay in that room, wrapped in a towel, battling a desire that was growing more ravenous by the second.

Like a zombie that had been stripped of all purpose except one—to feed—Serena stepped out of the room. Her bare feet were silent on the bunker floor. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders and neck. Her body, glistening with droplets of water beneath the towel, radiated tension and need.

She stopped at the door of the room she was sure Lucian was in. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest she could barely hear anything else. Her hand hovered for a second before she forced herself to knock.

No answer.

She knocked a second time, this time firmer, more desperate.

From inside, his voice floated out, rough and sharp. "Go away, Serena."

She swallowed.

"Go to the next room," he continued, his voice growing more urgent, more strained. "And stay away from me... and anything that looks like me for the rest of the night."

His words stung, sharp and cold. They dampened her spirit, but only slightly. She refused to give up.

Instead of walking away, Serena turned the handle of the door and pushed with every intention of barging in whether he wanted it or not. But the door didn’t budge. Her heart dropped. He had locked it from the inside.

"I said go away, Serena! Are you crazy? What is wrong with you?" Lucian’s voice was louder now, surprise and frustration lacing every word.

He was lying on the bed, shirtless and pantless. The only item of clothing clinging to his body was his dark under shorts, thin enough to offer no real concealment from the furious arousal he was battling. One of his hands gripped his hardened member through the fabric, his strokes slow and filled with restrained frustration. Each movement sent a jolt through his body, but it wasn’t nearly enough, not when the need burning in his blood was this intense.

He couldn’t believe his misfortune. Of all the days for the cursed bracelet to activate, it had to be this one, this exact moment, when he was locked away from the outside world, buried deep underground in a damn bunker with no way to satisfy the raging hunger pulsing through every inch of his being. No distractions. No escape. No outlet. Just the echoing silence and the throbbing ache that refused to let him rest.

Serena pressed her forehead against the door, her hand still gripping the handle.

"I think I’m crazy," she replied, her voice cracking, laced with something raw and trembling. "And I need your help. Please open the door."

Her words shot through him like a bolt of lightning. Her voice was driving him crazy and he wished for both their sakes, she would just shut up and leave him alone while he figured out how to survive the night.

But she seemed to be bent on not leaving him alone.

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