
I fear a f—cking table.
Yes, exactly what I said—a table.
I know. Pathetic, right?
You'd think being captured by your father's worst enemy would be the worst thing that could ever happen to a woman.
Being dragged into his world, stripped of your freedom, made his prisoner, and reduced to something he can command with a single look.
Or perhaps the fact that he takes what he wants from my body while holding my sister's life over my head should I dare to defy him, be enough to make me fear him more than death itself.
If this doesn't frighten you, You're an i***t like me because it should. It really should.
Regardless, I don't fear him.
I only fear the table.
Because on the table, he becomes something I cannot resist.
I let every ounce of hatred I have for him collide with every treacherous part of me that wants him.
.....
“Isadora…” He moaned, letting his nose trace the curves of my chin, slow and deliberate before drifting lower toward the exposed edge of my cleavage. A second growl vibrated deep in his chest with a hunger that made every instinct inside me ignite.
His fingers found the ties of my apron, pulling them loose with maddening patience.
The fabric slipped from my body, falling away until there was nothing left between his gaze and my bare skin.
Another low moan escaped him.
His hands closed firmly over my breasts, rough enough to steal the breath from my lungs, before he finally straightened and looked down at me.
““To the table. Now. And give me your back.”
......
The thing is, Lucien takes me so high I forget his name is supposed to taste like hatred…
…But then leaves me there, suspended somewhere between heaven and hell.
And the bastard never bothers to catch me.
That's the part I hate most.
I hate that I want him.
I want the monster. The enemy. The man who swore he would destroy me.
I want every terrible, merciless piece of him.
And somewhere between wanting him dead and wanting him near me, I made the most dangerous mistake of my life.
I fell in love with him
Suicidal? Maybe.
But if I'm going to hell anyway…
I might as well go there wanting him to my satisfaction.

