Lucian's POV
"Get off me!" I shoved her back, the force nearly sending her stumbling. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of her still lingering like a film on my skin. "Didn't I tell you last time? I don't fucking want anything to do with a bitch like you anymore."
She didn't flinch. Instead, a sharp, jagged laugh broke from her throat.
"Come on, Lucian. Are you really that mad because I'm engaged to Aiden?" She stepped back into my space, her heels clicking on the hardwood. She reached out, a single manicured finger tracing the line of my collarbone. "That doesn't mean I won't still crawl into your bed. You know I love how your dick feels inside me."
I snatched her wrist, my grip tight enough to bruise. "Get out of my fucking house," I hissed, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble, "or your blood will be spilled everywhere."
