"Noooo. I mean…" Jenna whispered as if we had company, "Have you already had sex in it with your husband?""No, Jenna, I haven't had sex in it with Lucius," I exclaimed, offended—and slightly turned on by the idea."Can I borrow it to do it with Derek?" she asked nonchalantly."No!" I raised my voic
Six months later...The sound of my phone alarm pulled me out of a deep, peaceful sleep. I reached out to silence it and stretched out across the massive bed, alone. The smell of freshly brewed coffee reached me, tempting me to get up quickly. I slipped into my silk robe, tied it around my waist, an
"I've been swamped with work. The company's expansion has everyone overwhelmed," I excused myself as I glanced at Amanda. "Including Andrew, right? He must be working nonstop."Amanda's face tightened, clearly stung by the mention of Andrew. I hadn't heard good things about their marriage lately. Th
Lucius' P.O.V.Routines bored me. Staying in the same place bored me, and being with the same woman for over a month felt like a death sentence by boredom. So why was I anxious to get back to my apartment to see Marianne?Even I couldn't explain what had happened over these six months of marriage. A
Lucius' P.O.V.I reached over quietly to take Marianne's phone. It was lying right next to her. I unlocked it using the passcode she had given me. Maybe Marianne was playing me—maybe she was keeping me this happy because there was another man.That was what I used to do. When I was juggling more tha
Lucius' P.O.V.I took a deep breath and forced myself to focus on Julia's face instead of her spread legs as I settled into the armchair across from her. She didn't take her eyes off me, her lips curling into a sensual smirk."Join you in what? Another one of your provocations, like that self-invita
"They tortured you for just a week, and you're already complaining? Or were the beatings and electric shocks not enough for you? You were lucky we found you in that raid—another hour, and you'd have lost all the fingers on your left hand, you idiot.""Such an exaggeration, Julia, really. They only g
Lucius' P.O.V.I had lived a life way ahead of my years. One where I had learned both physical and emotional pain far too young. The physical had come courtesy of Liam—a miserable drunk who now pretended to have turned over a new leaf. But I'll never forget the early days of pain, the kind my father