Lucien stepped back, a dark, wicked smile twisting his face as his bright blue eyes locked on me.
“You really think you’re ready for this, princess?”
I didn’t look away. Slowly, deliberately, I lifted the hem of my shirt.
Lucien watched silently. I had no idea what he might do next. He was unpredictable impossible to read.
I pulled the shirt over my head.
His gaze changed. He looked at the bruises and scars marking my skin, the proof of the cruelty I’d endured as the lowest member of Bloodfang.
A deep, low rumble left his chest, echoing like distant thunder.
“No one will hurt you while you belong to us,” he promised.
Something inside me broke open. Heat pooled low, desire flaring uncontrollably. My body reacted before I could stop it.
“Take off the rest,” he said.
It wasn’t a com
