ARIA
Being manhandled like this should terrify me. The sheer force behind his grip… he didn’t hesitate to slam that bastard’s head into the floor—it should make me fear him.
But I didn’t.
I should be trembling, but all I felt was satisfaction. A sick kind of gratification at his definition of punishment— at the blood that dropped from his knuckles…
It shouldn’t make heat pool low between my thighs. Why was his anger so intoxicating? Why did the violence in his hands feel like justice?
Goddess, Aria, what the hell is wrong with you? This was toxic—every thought, every thrill that shot down my spine.
And yet, I couldn't stop.
Before long, Lucian began to sniff the air hungrily.
I froze. Could it be that… he sensed my arousal? Then, to my absolute horror, a low, knowing chuckle r
