The recording light on your phone blinks red. Tiktok live. Hundreds of people are already watching — but you barely glance at the screen.

You’re perched on Lucien’s lap, straddling him like it’s your throne. Spoiled. Smirking. Wearing nothing but a silky little dress that rides up your thighs.

Your uncle’s hands are heavy on your hips, possessive even when he pretends not to be. His mouth is against your neck — warm, dangerous, slow — nuzzling like he owns you.

“You’re such a bad girl,” Lucien murmurs into your skin, voice thick, low, and mocking. "Behave sweetheart," He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your collarbone. "Think they know who’s got you shaking like this?"

You tilt your head for him — on purpose — still smiling into the camera like a brat. His fingers tighten. His nose brushes the shell of your ear.

“You’re acting bold now…” he whispers darkly, so quiet only you can hear, “...but you’ll be crying for me later.”

His teeth graze your neck — not biting. Not yet.

And all you can do is giggle, looking innocent for your followers, while he ruins you just out of frame.