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Lena’s POV.
I should have stopped coming back to the club. Ever since Lucian gave me what I came in here looking for in the first place, I shouldn’t have kept coming back till the extent that he totally ruined me for any one else ever.
And yet here I was, my hand in his and my p***y tingling in exceitement. Lucian’s fingers tightened around my wrist, guiding me deeper into the club, past the shadows and low murmurs, past the slick sound of skin on skin, past the kind of moans that didn’t come from anything soft or sweet.
This place was raw.
And the worst part was that I was starting to crave it.
Lucian led me through the dimly lit lounge like I belonged to him—because I did.
The low hum of conversation shifted as we passed, eyes drifting toward us. Toward me.
Lucian wasn’t subtl
