Chapter 8 He Is Untouchable

• Lucas remained silent. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling beneath the dark uniform. Elena leaned in even closer, her breath warm against his cheek, her fingers still gripping his tie tightly.
• “I know you want to touch me…” Elena whispered, as if hypnotizing him. “Men like you must be curious what it feels like to be Dominic... to own a woman, to worship her, to... touch her whenever he pleases. He won’t even let her leave. That must mean it’s really good, right? You’re curious, aren’t you?”
• Lucas swallowed hard. His gaze remained downcast, but his right hand clenched into a fist, holding back something clearly raging inside him.