Liora’s body ached, every muscle screaming in pain as she lay trapped. Lucian had been watching her silently, his cold eyes never leaving her. When he disappeared into the bathroom, she seized the chance. She was weak, but she had to act—this was her only shot.
He returned with a small tube of cream, gently massaging it into her raw wrists. Despite the tenderness, it only deepened her feeling of helplessness.
With desperation fueling her, she kicked him back and grabbed the syringe from the bedside table. She lunged at him, but he was too fast. In seconds, he was on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. His grin sent a chill through her. "You're full of surprises," he whispered.
She fought to turn her face away as his lips brushed her neck, but his grip was unyielding. He stood slowly, enjoying her torment, then leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "Soon, Baby Girl. Soon."
