Chapter 41. Disobey

Lucien ended the call with a final growl of satisfaction, but his hands were already tugging at the IV line in his arm. The needle popped free with a sharp sting, blood dotting his skin. He didn’t care. He stood up from where he sat, steadying himself despite the dull, throbbing ache in his skull from the head injury.

"Fucking hell," He muttered, grabbing the arm of the sofa for balance.

The bandage around his head felt too tight. His chest burned, not from pain but from watching her cum for him. From knowing she was there, flushed and undone, tasting pleasure on her tongue while he sat miles away, tethered to hospital machines like a caged man.

Lucien Vercetti didn’t wait. He didn’t ask permission. And he definitely didn’t let a few bruised ribs and a light concussion stop him.

He slipped his slippers on, ignoring the way his body protested. His muscles ached, but adrenaline was already flooding his veins.

The door creaked open just as he sho