Chapter 58

• I lay there, legs still spread, thighs trembling from the way he’d used me like a fucking possession. My lips were swollen, my chest streaked with the red lines of his mouth, and inside me… I could still feel the echo of him.
• Lucian stood at the foot of the table, naked and furious, like he hated himself for touching me—and hated me even more for letting him.
• I pushed myself up on my elbows, smirking through the haze, “You’re awfully quiet for someone who just came so deep in me I can taste it.”