Chapter 11. Bear Our Marks

As Lucien fucked me, his hands gripping tightly at my waist, moving me as his dick slid in and out of me, I couldn’t help but think about the words Kael had once told me.

He had said that Lucien was the oldest among the triplets. The most ruthless. The coldest.

Kael told me he’d seen Lucien kill dozens of people without even flinching.

The others were like that too—Silas looked emotionless when he killed, Claude looked like he enjoyed it but the difference between them and Lucien was that Kael had seen those two show sympathy once or twice before.

But Lucien?

“I’ve never seen someone so ruthless before. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t even blink when he kills. I watched a pregnant woman fall to her knees, pleading for her husband’s life, even though her husband was a rogue who’d killed a lot of people. That sight would’ve moved anyone... but not him. He killed her husband right in front of her and made her watch. He’s a devil.”

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