Chapter 78

He said nothing.

“So, did you break up with her? Or is that why she made a scene?” I demanded.

Still no answer. My frustration boiled over, and I marched into the shower, opening the glass door. Water splashed onto my face and clothes, but he didn’t even flinch. So I made the first move—I stepped into the shower and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

Big mistake.

Lucius spun, but not to answer me. Instead, he pushed me against the shower wall, holding me by the waist and neck, pulling me under the hot water. In seconds, I was drenched, trapped in his arms, and his lips were on mine.

He kissed me deeply, possessively, his hands gripping my backside. I tried to push him away, but it was useless. I couldn’t match his strength. Worse, I couldn’t resist the effect he had on my body. Admitting that my so-called immunity was a lie, I let my own desire take over.

He slid off my jacket, leaving my wine-stained blouse soaked and my bra fully visible. He wasn’t satisfied with