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XXIV

Violet

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Lucian's expression remained indifferent, his eyes devoid of any warmth or empathy. He glances at me briefly before turning away, as if the entire situation were beneath his concern.

"You're wasting your energy," he says coldly, his voice flat and emotionless. "None of this matters. Just accept your place and stop fighting what you can't change."

His dismissive tone cut through the air, making it clear that my struggle was nothing but a trivial inconvenience to him.

  "Leave!" I struggle to find my footing. It was hypocritical I'm asking for his leave, yet begged him to stay earlier.

Lucian's eyes narrow slightly, but his expression remains cold and unreadable. He takes a step back, almost as if considering my plea.

   "I don't appreciate being told what to do," and with that, he grabs my arm, forcing me up.

Lucian's grip tightens around my arm as he drags me towards the bed. I stumble, trying to resist, but he's too strong. He pushes me down onto the mattress, his eyes cold and unfeeling.

  "You need to understand," he whispers, his voice sending chills down my spine. "You don't get to make demands here."

"Neither should you," I say through gritted teeth, glaring at his face with all the anger I could muster.

He presses my arms harder, sinking them into the mattress. "Do not anger me, Violet."

His voice drops to a menacing whisper.
    "You know what happens when you do."

Summoning all my strength, I twist my body sharply, using the momentum to push his arms off of me. I roll to the side, putting distance between us. I turn away from him, my back facing him, trying to shield myself from his presence.

I hear him sigh, the bed sinking softly as he moves beside me. Suddenly his cold hand slips beneath me. Before I can react, he pulls me close with an unexpected force, pressing me firmly against his chest. The suddenness of it startles me, and my heart skips a beat.

I lay there, frozen in the moment, unsure of what to say. His arms are wrapped around me, the warmth seeping through my thin silk nightgown.
My heart races as I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.

As he continues to press against me, I can feel his breath on my neck, each exhale sending shivers down my spine.

Then, he whispers something, his voice low and rough. As he does so, my eyes widen in shock.
I grip the blanket tightly, struggling to process the chilling words that have just been spoken.

I shut my eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming fear. I can feel his shuffle, the subtle movements that send waves of dread through me. My mind races, thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic frenzy.

Suddenly, he flips me over, and I gasp as he climbs on top of me. He positions himself between my legs. I feel his breath against my face, hot and unsettling.

   "Do not ignore me," he breathes out softly.

The words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my pulse quicken. Slowly opening my eyes, and our gazes lock.

His eyes bore into mine, the look of dominance and something darker. The intensity of his stare is almost unbearable, but I force myself to hold it, refusing to show weakness.

The tension shifts subtly, becoming something more charged. His hand moves slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

Our breaths intertwine in the small space between us, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. A finger trails down my cheek, lingering at my jawline.