8
Lena’s POV
I told myself I was in control.
I wasn’t.
I told myself this was just s*x.
It wasn’t.
Lucian saw through me—he always did.
And tonight, he seemed hell bent on proving that.
I stood in front of him, arms crossed, my bare feet pressing into the cool floor, trying my best to glare at him. We have been at this ever since he made me c*m in front of everyone and then dragged me into the private suit and f****d me hard.
“I don’t belong to you.”
Lucian smirked from where he sat in his chair, legs spread, arms draped over the armrests like a king on his throne.
“Don’t you?”
“No.”
He exhaled, like he was amused but also tired of my bullshit.
Then, without warning, he grabbed me.
A sharp gasp ripped from my throat as he hauled me onto his lap, my back against his chest, h
