"Want him? Hell no, why would I ever want him?" she thought, but her defiance faltered the moment she felt a hot, wet kiss burn against her neck.
Lucian's lips trailed down, and she clenched her fists. I can't moan. No matter what he does, I won't—
But when his tongue flicked over her skin, the moan slipped free, betraying her. Lucian seized the moment, capturing her mouth, his tongue sliding past her lips.
He pulled back, giving her a chance to respond, his hand sliding to her bare back, caressing recklessly. She shivered and moaned again as he kissed her neck, licking at her sensitive skin.
"Lucian… please… stop," she gasped between breaths.
"Stop doing the opposite of what your body wants," he growled, claiming her lips again.
She pressed weakly against his chest, trying to push him away, but her strength melted under his touch. His hands roamed her back, her stomach, while his lips brushed her ear.
"Stop resisting me," he whispered.
Heat pulsed through her body, a dangerous warmth she hated. No… no, I don't want him. I never wanted him. He ruined my life the day we met. Did he really think I'd let him take advantage of me? Never. One by one, I'll make him pay. I'll take my revenge.
Lucian kissed her again. This time she bit his lip, hard.
He hissed, pulling back. She slid off the bed quickly. "I'm sorry, sir," she muttered.
Instead of striking her, Lucian simply licked the blood from his lip, then stepped closer. He brushed the smear from her mouth with his thumb, leaving her stunned.
Isn't he supposed to punish me? Hit me?
"Why 'sir' now?" he smirked. "Didn't you just call me by my name? It sounded… good."
"I'm sorry, s—"
"Don't," he cut her off. "You call me sir when people are around. But when we're alone… you call me Lucian."
She nodded quickly, unwilling to argue further. I am of noble blood, even if both families destroyed me, she reminded herself bitterly.
"Can I go now?" she asked.
"No. Prepare my bath."
"Me? Don't you have a jacuzzi?"
"I feel like the bathtub tonight."
"That's not my problem. I'm not your bath attendant."
"Why do you argue with me every time?" he snapped.
"Why can't I speak the truth?"
"I'm still the boss. You'll do what I say."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll kiss you right here and now," he said darkly, the first threat that came to his mind.
She froze. The last thing she wanted was his kiss again. "…Fine."
She stomped to his bathroom, muttering to herself. The luxury stunned her, though she refused to show it. Of course. One of the world's richest men… why should I be surprised?
She ran the water, adding soap, when he entered, wearing nothing but a robe that revealed his chest.
"Your bath is ready," she said flatly, trying to leave.
His hand shot out, gripping hers. "Where do you think you're going?"
"…To leave."
"You'll wash me."
"I don't wan—"
"Don't test my patience, or I'll fuck you hard right here."
Her lips parted, then closed. "…Fine."
He let the robe fall, and she spun around instinctively, her cheeks heating. He slipped into the tub, lounging back.
"Well? Don't just stand there."
Her hands trembled as she picked up the sponge, kneeling by his side. She rubbed the soap over his body, avoiding his gaze, her touch hesitant but intimate.
Lucian closed his eyes, savoring every stroke. When she finally finished, he rose, tying his robe again. She tried to leave quickly, but he caught her wrist.
She stumbled, tripping into him. They crashed to the floor together, her breath caught.
"What are you—" she began, struggling.
"Don't move," he groaned, his voice strained. She froze as she felt the hard press of his arousal against her.
Her heart pounded wildly.
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