Page 28 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

Lucian sweeps his narrowed eyes over me slowly, noting the dress that is not theirs.

Caleb’s gaze follows the same path, his broader shoulders shifting with coiled hunger that makes me tremble.

Unexpectedly Lucian’s mouth curves. “I would never have guessed that you’re a brat.”

The word settles between us, warm rather than scolding, carrying the same quiet pleasure I glimpsed when I pushed back last night.

“And brats are my very favorite thing to deal with.”

Heat floods my cheeks, even though I am not entirely sure what he means.

Caleb remains silent, but the slight flex along his jaw tells me he agrees with his partner.

Lucian holds my chair as I settle in.

There’s a flickering candle and a white rose on the tablecloth between us.

Lucian asks my preference for wine, and Caleb nods toward the menu, suggesting the seared scallops or the filet.

I’m not hungry, but I guess that saying that won’t go over well. So I order the scallops.

Under normal circumstances, I might enjoy the food and wine.

Over dinner, then coffee, Lucian asks questions about my practice. I answer because it’s better than silence and much better than discussing the farce of a forced marriage. And maybe he’ll understand just how incompatible we are.

Unfortunately Lucian doesn’t let me off the hook.

“About our marriage…”

My cup clatters against the saucer. “You don’t understand. I’m not⁠—”

“This is not a negotiation.”

My stomach coils tight. I refuse to accept that this is the only way out of my dad’s horrible mess. “I’m absolutely not going through with this.”

Rather than arguing, Lucian reaches inside his suit coat and produces a small, velvet box.

He flips open the top to reveal an emerald-cut diamond flanked by deep blue sapphires.

It’s the most threatening thing I’ve ever seen.

“Put it on, Sophie.” He slides the box toward me.

Chin set, I shove it back at him.

Lucian moves fast, clamping his fingers around my wrist, a dangerous tic jumping in his jaw.

His grip is firm, unyielding, as he slides the cool metal into place. It fits terrifyingly well.

“My darling future wife. Our ring will fucking stay there.” His eyes are narrowed on me, flashing with danger. “Understand?”

A shiver races down my spine, mixing with the dread churning in my stomach. “I…”

“You’ll want to agree with him.” Caleb’s voice is calm and just as unsettling.

Is this how they operate?

Lucian tells me how high to jump, and Caleb makes sure I do?