Chapter 63

I knew I sounded more brazen than usual, something that made Lucius even more uncertain. He stopped looking at the floor and fixed his gaze on me.

“It’s not the same…” he muttered, unsure.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You were a virgin. You haven’t been with anyone else. Stop playing with the idea that you have. You’re in love with me.”

A second, more voracious and hungry laugh escaped my throat. I laughed right in his face because of the sheer audacity Lucius had. He really said that.

“I’m not in love with you, you arrogant jerk. What makes you think that?” I mocked him further, even though I was lying—I was, in fact, in love with him.

“You can’t resist me, and you make up excuses to push me away. If I ignored your stupid boundaries, I’d have you moaning in that bed, completely satisfied. Very satisfied,” he boasted, bringing his mouth dangerously close to mine.

This closeness was unsettling, the fact that we were sharing the same air. I also didn’t like how he was slipping his knee