𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝟏𝟖+

XVIII

Lucian

I finish up my conversation with my men, giving them a final nod before they dispersed into the crowd. My eyes scanned the club, the vibrant lights flickering and casting shadows across the room.

Then I see her. Violet.

She was at the bar, her frustration evident even from a distance. I watch as she takes a long sip of her drink, her eyes scanning the room.
My gaze followed her every movement, unable to look away.

She manages so perfectly to stand out. Her presence commands attention, even in a room full of people. The way she carries herself with such determination and vulnerability, draws me in.

I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers grip the glass just a bit too tightly.
It's as if she's trying to hold herself together, to keep from unraveling in front of everyone.

Suddenly, our eyes meet. For a moment, everything else in the club seemed to fade away. The pounding music, the flashing lights, the sea of bodies—it all dissolved into the background.
She holds my gaze, a challenge in her eyes, and I felt a rush of emotions— something I couldn't quite name.

She turns away from the bar, and I watch as she walks onto the dance floor, her hips swaying with each step. The crowd seemed to part for her, making way for her presence. She began to dance, her body moving in time with the rhythm, each motion a carefully crafted piece of the performance she was putting on.

My eyes were glued to her, mesmerized by the way she moved. Her dance was an intricate blend of grace and seduction, her body a living testament to the music's power. She turned, eyes locking onto mine once more, a shiver runs down my spine.

Then, she suddenly presses herself against another man, her body undulating in perfect harmony with the beat. My breath catches in my throat as I watch, jealousy and frustration bubbling up inside me. Her eyes never leave mine, even as she dance with him, a silent taunt that cut through the noise and chaos of the club.

I feel my fists clench at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. The emotions swirling inside me were almost too much to bear, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.

She was playing a dangerous game, and I knew I was already ensnared. It's absurd the lengths she'd go just to spite me. Just wait till we're alone, I'm going to fuck an apology out of her.

I watch them move together, her body pressing provocatively against the guy. The way her hands glide up his chest, fingers splaying out as if claiming territory, and she arches her back, giving him a sultry look over her shoulder.
Their movements are synchronized, a tantalizing display of defiance and allure that gnaws at my patience.

My jaw tightens, shooting her a death glare, but she only smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief before she turns her attention back to him.
He trails his hand down her back, lingering at the small of her spine before sliding lower.

My anger rises, watching his hand claim her with a possessive grip.

I lift my cocktail to my lips, the cold liquid doing nothing to quell the fire raging inside me. My eyes remain fixed on them, but when I see him grip her aggressively, something inside me snaps.

His grip tightens, and I catch the flicker of irritation on her face as she attempts to pull away. My fury surges, and I slam my drink down on the table, the sound sharp and loud enough to turn heads. I storm towards them and my heart pounds in my chest.

Reaching them, I grab Violet's arm and yank her away from him. The force of my action sends a ripple through the crowd, eyes widening in surprise.

"Touch her again and I'll fucking kill you,"
With a burst of strength, I shove the guy back.
He stumbles, clearly stunned, and his expression distorts. I stand there, breathing hard, my eyes locked onto his.