LUCIEN’S POV

Her thighs trembled under my palms, slick with sweat and want. Those gray eyes glared down at me, full of fire and fury, lips parted as she dragged in ragged breaths. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—cuffed to my bed, dressed in shreds, chest heaving, pussy glistening and begging for my mouth.

“Don’t you dare, you fucking asshole,” she spat, voice shaking with rage.

She tried to snap her legs shut, muscles straining, but I was already there. I wedged my shoulders between her thighs and held them open with bruising force. My lips brushed the soft skin of her inner thigh first—just a tease—then...