—•LUCIA•—

“You do, little wolf,” the Rogue King growled, his gaze locked on mine. “And you can.”

Little wolf… was that really how he saw me?

Fuck me if I said that didn’t hurt.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I pressed my palms against his chest, pushing with all I had, trying to shove him away.

But he didn’t budge.

With one hand, he gripped both my wrists, yanking them from his chest and locking them between my legs with iron-tight strength.

My lips trembled as a sharp, ragged sound escaped. “Stop…”

He didn’t stop.

He lowered his head, his lips finding my neck again, and the heat of his...