Lucien Pov
“Fuck.” The door slams shut behind me.
I’m not even sure what pushed me to snap at Sophia.
Was it because she offered s*x just to get me to tutor her?
She’s so desperate to live with her grandmother, she’s ready to trade herself for it.
I should’ve been grateful. Thrilled, even. She offered herself to quiet the urge I keep burying. Letting her touch me would’ve silenced the curiosity clawing at my gut.
Ever since Camilla died, I haven’t had good s*x. Not the kind that leaves you breathless and bruised, aching and satisfied.
But with her... I wanted to test how far she’d fall.
That’s what sickened me. Not her—me.
Classes are cancelled. I could go home, pretend this day never broke me.
But I don’t.
Instead, I grab my coat and keys. Muscle memory. Nothing more. My hands
