Alina's POV
A wicked smirk curved my lips as Lucian's hot breath brushed my ear.
"I want to feel every ounce of pain," he whispered, voice low and rough.
A delicious shiver raced down my spine. Fuck. Nothing turned me on more than this—having a man like him completely at my mercy.
"Get on your knees."
My voice came out calm, commanding. Lucian's dark eyes stayed locked on mine as he sank slowly to the floor, powerful thighs flexing before his knees met the cold tiles. The sight of such raw strength willingly bending for me sent a rush of wet heat between my thighs.
I circled him like a predator, heels clicking softly. His gaze tried to follow, hungry and obedient. When I finally stopped in front of him, I traced my fingers along his sharp jaw. He leaned into my touch instantly, like a starving man, eyes fluttering half-closed.
Then I fisted his hair hard.
"Fuck…" The broken whimper that tore from his throat was pure music. It made my pussy clench.
