Chapter 48. Becoming Mrs. Delano
Lucien
He had been told very often about his almost insatiable libido.
What else can you expect from the son of a slutty whore, he had laughed, disparagingly.
But with this woman, Lucien wanted to stay, buried to the hilt in her. No one had managed to make him such a slave to his desire before. And he hated himself, hated her for her power, albeit unconscious, over him.
As he accepted the congratulations of his friend, James Schwartz, his mind was still on the previous night’s events.
Proserpina Martinez. With her youthful body and lush softness, her masses of mahogany hair and those soft, plump lips, warm brown eyes which had glowed dully with loathing and revulsion as she met his eyes this morning.
F*ck, he swore and drained his whiskey in a gulp. He hated himself for having forced himself upon her.
But there was only so much that he could take; he wanted her and he wanted her exclusively for himself. He would not
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