Liam’s POV
The words hung between us like a gauntlet thrown at my feet. My c**k throbbed so hard it ached, trapped and leaking against the seam of my trousers as I glared at Lucian. The bastard didn’t flinch. His eyes were black, pupils swallowing the irises, mirroring the same vicious hunger twisting low in my gut.
Aurora let out a soft, amused hum. That little smirk of hers only sharpened. She reached behind her back, the slow rasp of her zipper cutting through the heavy silence. The silk dress slid down her body like water and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace and miles of smooth, flushed skin.
My mouth went dry. Those full, heavy t**s with their tight pink n*****s already pebbled. The soft curve of her hips. The way her thighs pressed together
