CHAPTER 2
EVELINA
“On your knees.”
“What?”
His gaze sharpens. “Now.”
My mouth opens to protest—then snaps shut again. I don’t know why I obey.
I sink slowly to the floor, silk pooling around me. My pulse drums in my ears.
He steps forward.
He unbuckles his belt.
My breath catches.
“You were given to us,” he says, undoing the button of his slacks.
He grips my chin.
“Open your mouth.”
“Lucien…”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Shaking, I part my lips.
He feeds himself to me — slowly — and I flinch. He doesn’t let me pull away. One hand cups the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair, holding me in place.
“Eyes up.”
I look up.
His face is stone. Sharp jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. Dominance leaks from every inch of him like smoke.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Good gi
