My heart slammed against my ribs. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Lucian didn’t respond. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
“Five,” he said calmly.
The word dropped into the room like a stone into water.
“Four.”
“Lucian.”
“Three.”
Panic flared in my chest. “I said I won’t do it!”
“Two.”
The water shifted suddenly.
Lucian moved. His hand caught the front of my dress, his fist twisted in the cloth. Then he pulled.
The fabric tore with a loud rip. Shrrrk.
The sound of tearing cloth split through the steam-filled room.
My breath hitched as the fabric shredded beneath his hand, the seam ripping open under the force. Cold air rushed against my exposed skin, sending a shock through my body.
“Let go!” I twisted violently, trying to wrench myself free.
His other hand caught my arm
