Chapter 129. Lovers

Proserpina

I was torn between wanting to hate the man, who was holding me and making my heart pound, the wetness to pool between my thighs, to sag against him and let him continue to kiss me.

The others left, Schwartz with a quizzical gleam in his eyes and the girl called Sophie who grinned at me. Danielle was her brisk self, stomping out of the room; the after-fight party would begin in an hour and she had things to take care of. Grace smiled tremulously at me as she left.

Lucien turned to me the moment they had left, his hands pulling down my crop top but I was not going to give in so easily.

Pushing him away, I said fiercely,

‘No, Lucien. No.’

He stared at me, bewildered and angered that I could resist him; then as he understood what I was saying he said, drawing me to him,

“Woman, you need to trust me.’

I pushed hard at his deep chest and created a space between us.

“Lucien Delano,’ I said quietly, taking a d