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Chapter 9 Lucien's Hunger img
Chapter 10 She Haunts Him img
Chapter 11 Dreams That Burn img
Chapter 12 Secrets in Steam img
Chapter 13 The Photograph and the Silence img
Chapter 14 Break Me Or Let Me Go img
Chapter 15 The Shocking Return img
Chapter 16 His First Obsession img
Chapter 17 The Woman Who Knew Him First img
Chapter 18 The Scent Of Camellias img
Chapter 19 The Flower in Her Wake img
Chapter 20 The Storm She Became img
Chapter 21 The Sound Of Her Screaming img
Chapter 22 What Silence Breaks img
Chapter 23 This Time, Stay img
Chapter 24 Her Perfume Still Lingers img
Chapter 25 A Fire I Never Asked For img
Chapter 26 Pretty Lies and Public Threats img
Chapter 27 Her Ghost, His Undoing img
Chapter 28 Torn Between Ghosts img
Chapter 29 Bruised Cravings img
Chapter 30 What We Break img
Chapter 31 The Taste Of Control img
Chapter 32 Smoke, Fire and Flesh img
Chapter 33 Bruises and Steam img
Chapter 34 Too Salty, Too late img
Chapter 35 Velvet Chains and Velvet Lies img
Chapter 36 Bloodlines and Broken Locks img
Chapter 37 Bloodlines and Betrayals img
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Chapter 2 Touched Without Permission

Chapter Two

Ardyn's Pov

He didn't speak.

He just stared.

Caelum Thorn stood at the edge of the steam-fogged glass, backlit by the low glow of the bathroom sconces like some ghost from a darker world. A nightmare I should've feared. A man no girl should ever tempt.

But I was naked. Wet. Dripping.

Fingers still between my thighs. Breath caught in my throat. My shame glowing across my cheeks as his silver eyes devoured every inch of me.

I froze. Not because I was afraid-though maybe I should've been-but because he didn't look away.

He made no move to turn around. No demand to stop.

He just... watched.

I lowered my hand. Slowly. Not in modesty, not really. It was something else. Some primal instinct that told me to behave, to obey, to submit-because I was prey, and he was the kind of man who only hunted when he was ready to own something completely.

His voice broke the silence like a whip.

"You think I wouldn't find out?"

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry despite the shower's heat.

"I-" My voice cracked. "I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean to disobey?" His eyes narrowed. "Didn't mean to finger yourself in my shower while thinking about my cock?"

I gasped. Not from the words-God, I lived among worse in the brothel-but from how calm he was. Like none of this affected him. Like I was a stain on his floor he hadn't yet decided whether to clean or claim.

I tried to cover myself, one arm over my chest, the other across my core.

He tsked softly. "Don't hide. It's too late for that."

I dropped my hands without thinking.

Something inside me... liked obeying him.

"You want to be punished, Ardyn?" he asked, voice low and lethal.

I blinked up at him. My legs shook, the heat of my arousal nowhere near gone. I was still throbbing. Still wet. Not from the water.

"No," I whispered.

A pause.

"But you do want something, don't you?"

God help me. I nodded.

He stepped closer. My back hit the slick tile wall, heart hammering against my ribs. He didn't touch me. Didn't raise his voice.

But I felt the threat of his control in every inch between us.

"You want me to touch you. To bend you over this marble and fuck you until you forget your own name."

I sucked in a breath.

"Yes," I whispered, dizzy with want.

He smirked.

Cold.

Cruel.

"No."

The word hit harder than a slap.

He stepped back, watching my face twist in confusion, then humiliation. I wanted to scream. Beg. Cling to him like an animal in heat. But I didn't move.

"You don't get rewards for disobedience," he said, turning on his heel. "And I don't fuck desperate little girls who touch themselves like whores in my home."

My eyes burned. I should've hated him.

But all I felt was need.

As he reached the door, he paused, glancing over his shoulder.

"Clean yourself up. Put on your uniform. And stay out of my quarters." A beat. "Next time, I won't just watch."

Then he was gone.

The door clicked shut behind him.

And I collapsed to my knees, still shaking, skin burning with the weight of his voice.

I didn't know if I wanted to cry, come, or follow him down the hall just to beg for the chance to feel his hands on me.

But I knew one thing with terrifying clarity:

I wanted to be his.

But he hasn't even touched me yet.

            
            

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