Page 49 of Property of Lucian

Chapter 38

Lucian

I scanned the piece of paper, a frown appearing on my face. What the fuck was this? It was all code, and I had no idea what it was.

The door opened behind me.

“I left the piece of paper in the bedroom, just give me a minute.”

I turned and locked eyes with Haylee. She inhaled sharply seeing me hold what she was clearly after.

I didn’t know what it was, but I knew she had something she was keeping from me.

“Get off the phone,” I said clearly and loudly so the person on the other end of her call heard it.

She pulled the phone from her ear and hung up.

“Something you want to tell me, Haylee?” My eyes ran down her, and I realised the mark under her left cheek. Moving towards her, I cupped her cheek. “What happened?”

“Beer mug was thrown in the hall,” she answered, and not even her ability to control her emotions could stop the anger from creeping into her tone. “How’s Angeline?”

And so she got to the fucking point. “It wasn’t what it seemed like.” I realised now I didn’t have to explain myself. She could either believe me or not. As far as I was concerned she either trusted me or not. Did she really think I slept with those women she had thrown at me? Fuck, if it wasn’t for her stunt, I wouldn’t have been locked up!

“I don’t want to do this,” she snapped at me, furious rage painted across every feature. “I refuse to be that woman. I have never been, nor will I be someone who is good with emotions.”

I knew how to settle this. I knew a way for to get her anger out.

I think she knew, too. She was angry with me because of Angeline. I was pissed off because she had put me in that bloody hotel. “Strip,” I said. When she didn’t respond quick enough to my liking, I ripped her dress from the bottom up.

She shoved me back roughly, and I roughly cupped her cheeks, bringing her face to mine, silencing her mouth.

Her long nails sunk into my chest with a pinch. It was painful, yet it turned me on. A growl escaped my mouth as she ripped my shirt on fucking purpose. Her nails had left a clear mark on my chest.

She shoved me again, and I stumbled back to the bed. She forced me to sit and straddled me.

Her lips were back on mine for a moment till she pulled back and like a vampire, she pushed my head to the side and bit my neck.

Gripping her by the hips, I flung her on her back, and my hand ran up her cross-patterned tights. The way they would shape that perfect ass of hers—God, she looked too fucking good in them. Grabbing it by the band, I tore them right at her core, followed by her lace underwear.

This wasn’t going to be sweet—it was going to be raw.

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