Chapter 43_ Cruel

Before Elizabeth could respond, heat started building inside her as she thrashed in the chair, and her eyes were locked on Lucas as the only savior who could turn off the fire raging inside of her, and she begged, "Lucas, please. I need you; don't do this to me. Ah!" She screamed and thrashed again, feeling her body burn like invincible ants were crawling all over her body.

Lucas’s lips curled up as he watched her thrashed and dug her nails into her skin.

He relished in her pain and stepped back away from her, his eyes still locked on her.

That's right! He wanted her to feel what she made him go through—the pain of wanting to be touched by someone, wanting to quench the uncomfortable feeling of her body. He smirked as he saw her face contorted in pain, slowly losing herself to the aphrodisiac he had given her as she dragged her nails across her hands, inflicting pain on herself.

After some minutes, he took his eyes away from her and said to his men, “You can have her."

Elizabeth, wh