He jerks my chin down so I have to meet his eyes.“I will never stop trying to save you,” he growls.“Not in a million years.I will always come for you, do you hear me?Always.I think it’s time you accept that.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, the air between us thick with the words we’ve never said to each other, and I realize that this is it.This is what people mean when they say they love someone so much they’d die for them.
He’d die for me.
And instead of accepting that and telling him I’d do the same for him, I’ve spent the last ten years running from the truth of how I feel about him.
“Lucien,” I say.
He doesn’t answer.He takes my shirt in his hands and rips it right down the center, exposing my body to him.And when he kisses me again, his hands are on my breasts, weighing and pinching.
This time when he breaks the kiss, his eyes are on fire.“I’m going to tie you up and keep you in my house for the rest of your life,” he breathes.“I’m going to brand you as mine so that no one else ever touches you.”
I thought I was already burning, but his words are like gas on an open flame, and I think this might be how I die.Heart attack from the man I’ve always loved telling me he’s going to fucking brand me.
And because I’m not completely ready to let go of the persona I’ve spent ten years building, I give him the cockiest grin I can manage and tip my head.“Brand me?That’s awfully gothic of you, Lucien Boudreaux.”
He leans forward and takes my ear lobe in his teeth.“You have no idea what I’ll do to make you mine, Brooks Landry.Try me.”
His fingers go to his belt and he begins to undo it, and I’m breathless with anticipation.Yes, we’re in the middle of a war and this place is overrun with enemies, but Lucien and I have been apart for too long.It feels like the universe has finally brought us back together.
And this has been building between us for a week.
Before he can pull his cock out or strip the rest of my clothes off, though, I hear a deep, sarcastic chuckle from the front of the container.It’s dark and evil, and colored with a horrible sort of humor.
And I know that chuckle.
I look up, already knowing what I’m going to see, and all the fire in my veins goes ice cold.
Because my father is standing there, leaning against the door of the container like this is the most casual situation in the world.And he’s smiling at me the way he used to before he hurt me.
“Christ, sweetheart, if I knew you fucked for money, I would have been able to sell you for a whole lot more.”
