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I try to recall the self-defense techniques Clara demonstrated for me.

Kick him in the balls. Gouge his eyes. Stamp the arch of his foot.

But Lucan’s like a bronze statue, except meaner. Can I slow him down at all?

He places his muscular arms on either side of my waist, caging me against the cold, hard stone.

“Lie to me.” His wintry, luxurious scent envelopes me, sharpened by something animalistic pouring off him. “Tell me it doesn’t thrill you just a little to know I’ve been watching you so closely. Tell me you’re content pretending your dark side doesn’t exist. Tell me you want me to stop.”

“I—”

The words catch in my throat.

As my chest rises and falls, my eyes move between his, back and forth, back and forth, as I try to make myself speak a lie.

Lucan is dangerous in more ways than one. He might really see me, including my bad side.

I need to get out of here. I need to run, and destroy my phone so he can’t follow. Probably quit my job too, change my name, leave in the dead of night on a bus to nowhere.

“Mine.” Lucan’s face drops forward, hanging over mine like a scythe. “You’re mine, mine, mine. Time to stop fighting it.”

My blood surges with revulsion, fear, defeat, and horrible arousal.

He bunches my hair in his strong fist and eases my head back, like he truly thinks I belong to him.

CHAPTER 24

Sadie

Lucan’s pupils dilate to infinite black pools.

With his hand in my hair, I can only break his gaze if I close my eyes. But I’d rather die than give him the satisfaction of appearing more afraid than I already do.

Reaching for his wrist, I try to tug him away, but it’s like grappling with corded steel.

As he speaks, his breath skims my cheek. “I would do so much for you, Sadie.”

Unable to shake my head under the strength of his grip, I’m forced to talk.

“Would you let me go?” I ask through gritted teeth.

He flashes his sharp canines. “If I thought you wanted me to.” He sends a controlled stream of air down my bare neck, turning my insides molten. “But you don’t. You want me to fuck you. You want me to claim what’s mine.”

Lucan pushes his erection hard against my hip. The memory of his cock in my mouth sends a hot, conflicted spasm through my core.

Having sex with Lucan is a terrible idea. I should be trying to evade him, not let him closer. Sex would be one more way he has intruded on me and my life.

Plus he’s so big he would hurt. I don’t know if he’d be able to get inside, let alone make it feel good for me. Yet the throbbing between my legs says I want him to try anyway.

“Sex won’t make me yours,” I say.

“Right.” His cock flexes against my trapped body. “You’re already mine. Sex is just for us. It’s for the pleasure of feeling your sweet little pussy clench around me. The pleasure of hearing you shout my name while I fill you with my cum. Of seeing your beautiful face while you beg for more of me.”

As he speaks, his mouth drifts closer to mine in a slow, deliberate drop.

My lips tremble, like I can already taste him. “Nothing you can do will make me beg.”

“Sadie, you don’t know what I can do.”