Chapter 32. The Runaway

Lucien returned to his office, where the arms dealers from Albania were supposed to be waiting for him. The scent of her body remained on his clothes and on his skin, and he felt himself hardening at the thought of the abandoned way she had behaved in the room, urging him to come in.

Swearing darkly, he made his way to the washroom, trying to regain control. The little vixen had proved that it would not be easy for him to dump her, as he was used to doing with his other women. He was still hungry for her, and the need to possess her made him stamp his seal on her wheat-coloured body, which was firm and plump, enticing him.

The hot spray hit his body, and he shut his eyes, picturing her youthfulness, her gasp as he thrust into her ferociously, her small hands clawing at him frantically...

He groaned. When he was discussing matters with the wily Albanians, he needed to have a clear head, not a sex-addled brain.

It was as he was stepping out of the bath after a