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Lena’s POV
I should have hesitated. I should have at least thought this through before walking back into this club, past the velvet ropes and knowing smirks, straight into the hands of a man who had already ruined me for anything else.
But hesitation had never been my strong suit.
And Lucian? He was waiting for me.
The moment I stepped into the dimly lit lounge, he was already there, leaned back in a leather chair like he owned the place. Which, honestly, he probably did.
“You came back,” he said, his voice carrying the quiet arrogance of a man who knew I would.
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”
His dark eyes flicked over me, lingering on the way I shifted from foot to foot. Nervous. Eager.
“Do you know what that means, little one?”
A shiver ran through me. I should have lied. Pretende
