Page 21 of Property of Lucian

Chapter 13

Haylee

As soon as I swallowed the substance, he took the glass from me and stood up. I was expecting sex, but he moved towards the towels.

“It’s tradition for the black wedding for me to rape you. I have to have that as your last memory, thinking that was exactly what I had done.”

My eyes widened. “So you have something worse than raping me planned for tonight?”

“Yeah.” His lips twitched up. “I’m putting my walls down for the night, and I want to get to know you.”

“Wait!” I got up from the bath, furious. “You drugged me to rape me, and now you want to get to know me? So, basically, I won’t remember our first real conversation!”

“Exactly. Switched on aren’t you.” He wrapped a towel around me. “I had to do it, Haylee, it’s tradition. But I’m not going to rape you. I think after everything you’ve been through, you deserve better than that.”

“So what do you want this to be? Tonight?”

“My one night with you where I can be myself, and you can wake up in the morning still hating me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

He scoffed, “As if. I’ve labelled you as my property.”

For the first time ever, I was seeing a side of Lucian that was somewhat human and that truly scared me.

“You aren’t as cruel as I think, are you?” I looked at him and tilted my head, studying him. “You should have raped me, it would have been easier on you.”

I knew that raping me would have been easier than him having an honest conversation with me. The question was why would he put himself in this position. He was showing me his raw side and I didn’t understand why.

The doorbell rang, and Lucian walked out of the bathroom.

My eyes drifted to the roses that filled the room, and I picked up a piece of paper on the basin, which had been in Lucian’s pocket.

Haylee,

Please forgive me for leaving you in this hotel room, but I had to drug you so you wouldn’t remember what I had done to you. The tattoo won’t come off, I can’t stop that, but I can stop the memories that would have followed it. I’m sorry for dragging you into this world. Ya brother is on his way, and you won’t remember anything from the night we spent together. But I wanted you to know that I wished I had realised that you deserved better before you got the tattoo. I’m sitting here watching you get it, and I wish I had stopped this before I marked your body.

I’m sorry for everything,

Lucian.

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