Chapter 1 Determination To Conquer

• Everyone has the determination to conquer.
• Me, looking over the masses at my feet, I would love to say that my path has finally reached that point. All my dreams and ambitions have led me up to here…So…
• Breathe… Breathe Lexi… Just Breathe…
• I am about to make the biggest decision, take that step that will change my life.
• My best friend, Savanah, is by my side, ready to climb that mountain. From being a model, an actor, or an artist, we have been together taking this ride, and tonight will be no different.
• But there is one slight problem.
• We have been discovered. There is the deep voice of a man rumbling from behind over our shoulders, "You ladies are not supposed to be in here."
• Our evening of living on the edge has just come to an abrupt end. So I am about to lose sight of my prize. Not that he would ever give me the light of day, for I am surely not the type of girl that he keeps on his arm. However, I was looking forward to the hunt and ultimately conquering that mountain.
• So as we are just about to be removed, kicking and screaming, there is a deep husky voice next to me that sends nothing but tingles slowly up my spine. Not able to resist, I only but turn my head an inch to the right…
• Lucas Lucero.
• The scent of softwood and a hint of spice attacks my senses; in less than a second, my eyes find his soft hazel ones rendering me completely speechless. Carved to absolute perfection, here next to me is my mountain, and god from where I am standing, I would have loved to conquer.
• And as he speaks, those supple lips draw me even more towards the danger, "What are you young ladies doing up here, and might I say again?"
• Now, who has lost the ability the most between Savanah and me, is yet to establish, so after mumbling like a complete idiot, I find the only three words this absent mind can find at the moment, "You, of course."
• Well, I need to remind myself that I need a swift slap later.
• But then, the rumble that comes from his sweet lips as he bursts out in nothing but laughter sets a great unease that makes me clench my thighs. "You are a brave little girl."
• Oh no, he did not just call me that, so I immediately react, "What makes you think I am a girl?" I stare him down for a brief moment, his tight designer jeans, with a black button-up shirt. My, god, this man…he is the perfect sin.
• After staring at him for a second far too long, I shake my head, and then I continue, "Are my boobs too small? Maybe my dress is too long? Or wait, it must be the hair?"
• "Oh," he growls as he hisses, "Baby doll, those boobs are mighty fine in those inches of satin that are wrapped around your body."
• "Ah," I take a lock of hair and twirl it around my finger, "It must be the hair?"
• He leans in closer; his lips are lying softly against the tip of my ear, leaving me with the feeling of his warm breath running down the sensitive parts of my neck; I can feel him smile as he whispers, "Baby doll, I prefer them blonde, and you are the perfect shade."
• I swallow rather uncomfortably, not because I cannot speak, but his goddamn hands are grazing my ass. There is a roughness, yet a smoothness as he cups me, and just as I am about to die, he slides his finger over my thighs. His hands are melting into my skin the deeper he drives his fingers into my skin.
• A deep moan escapes his lips while I feel him move inch by inch closer to my now quivering body, and in mere seconds, I feel him grinding into me, but god, it is not the grinding, but the power behind it that renders me breathless.
• My breathing becomes short and rapid as he lays one single soft kiss against the nape of my neck, "Do you taste as good as you feel?"
• Now, I would love to whisper so many sweet nothings in his ear, but I am not a woman that is about to sound desperate, and I am the one who wishes to do the conquering. So, with a cheeky smile, I lean my head back against his chest, "Now that is something that you will never find out."
• With that, I have to peel myself away from his hot, melting body, not wasting a single moment in taking a full hand of those rippled abs. Then I spin around, and I am faced with this god of a man; if he only knows how hard I want to lose myself into every bit that is him. But I am not such an easy woman, especially not like the ones that he keeps on his arm.
• So as I stare into those sparkling eyes, I run my hand through a perfect head of messy chocolate brown hair; standing on my tiptoes, I lean forward to give him a tiny little peck on his cheek. Yet, he reacts faster than I can move, and in an instant…we touch.
• Whiskey.
• Sweet whiskey is what he tastes like.
• Then he looks down into my deep blue eyes, "Sweet cotton candy."
• "Well," I chuckle at him, "What a perfect match."
• With that, he takes my ass full in his hands and presses the growing bulge in his pants against my thigh. I hear him groan from deep in his chest, then he steps back and leaves my body cold. And while he stands there with nothing but a smirk on his face, doing one rather uncomfortable adjusting, I give him one final once over.
• Savannah, with her own wicked smile, laces her fingers in my hand while we are escorted out of the private lounge.
• From behind me, he calls out at me, "See you around, baby doll."
• I turn around and slowly torment him as I bite into my lip. As I turn back around, I wiggle my ass in my dress, and I can hear him curse under his breath, "For fuck sakes. Dammit."
• Satisfied and rather annoyed that I have only but send myself into a raging desire, Savanah and I head out of the club. When we finally get into the car, she turns to me for a brief moment, "So? Is Lucas Lucero worth it?"
• "Oh, Savanah."
• Now it was worth every minute that I was caught, tomorrow will come, and then I will do it again; I am set to conquer the big Mr. Lucas Lucero.