Chapter 172

• Proserpina
• When Lucien sauntered in for breakfast, I glanced at him and looked away quickly, a blush stealing up my face. In a casual shirt, the open buttons revealing the crisp grey hairs matting his chest, the jeans hugging his powerful thighs, he looked as cool and in charge as ever.
• How does he do it? I thought. I felt drained and my sex was sore, my breasts hurt and I had dressed in a blouse that covered my chest. The bite marks on my breasts were prominent and I did not want anyone to notice. His eyes raked me and his lips twisted knowingly as I turned away dimpling.