“Lucian, you know we should not be doing this”, I moan into his ear. Soft, as he thrusts into me. “Are you sure?” He teases. “I let you stay here for a reason. You know you want me”. He grunts, pumping into me. Faster. “Aah” I cry out. “Lucian!” *** Eveline Hart walked into a stranger's bed to survive her own engagement party. She never asked his name. She never expected to need it — not until her dying father's only hope of survival turns out to be the same man, and his surname is the one she was about to marry into. Forced to live with him with no other options. Now she calls Lucian Vale "Uncle" at family dinners and knows exactly how he sounds when the door is locked.