"No…!" I rasped, trying to pull away. But his grip only tightened.
Laughter thundered through the room filled with mockery. A crowd of hyenas drunk on blood.
"Can't even control a little bitch like her?" someone hooted. "What kind of dominant are you, Alex?!"
His name is Alex. The brute who now had his hand buried in my hair, yanking me harder as the others goaded him on.
My breath hitched, heart slamming in my chest as pain tore across my scalp and neck. Alex growled and pushed harder, my face hitting Lucien's thigh with a thud that made me groan. I could barely think, could barely breathe.
Suddenly, his crushing hand was gone... gently pried away.
I gasped, the air burning my throat. My cheek still rested against Lucien's leg. His scent — wine and smoke and cold steel filled my senses. But I couldn't even process it before I heard his voice.
"Don't be so rough with my little slave, Alex."
