Chapter 423. Clash of Wills

Lucien

He stared at his woman, amazement and anger warring within him. She looked magnificent, in the full bloom of her pregnancy, her hair hanging down her back, freshly washed; he could inhale the fragrance of vanilla on her body. Her eyes were sparkling with fury and ah…those full breasts, pushing against him. His body reacted to her nearness as it always did. He was furious with her, and yet her nearness, the warm body, it did things to him.

And the realization of how much she held him in her power, made him mad with anger. He gripped her throat, relishing the pain he was causing as her face whitened.

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Proserpina

I was shaking inwardly.

I had seen Lucien before when he was enraged but never had I seen him so furious, so uncontrollably livid. He was breathing hard, his eyes glinting and I could feel the waves of anger radiating from his big, thickset body. For a fleeting moment, I wondered, was this the same