Page 62 of The Breeding Cave
“No!” I exclaimed, tears pricking my eyes. “Please, don’t. She doesn’t deserve it.”
While his punishments to me had been nothing short of pleasurable, I had a feeling that Luciano had more than just a bit of a temper with everyone else. Since he had been a regular at Pink Ivory, he had scared the living daylights out of me.
I could only imagine what those hands were capable of …
Heat coursed through my body. Get yourself together, Yeosin! Torture is NOT sexy.
But if it was Luciano doing the torture to someone—like Alvin—for me …
I shook my head to get the thought out of my mind. No, no, no, no, no, no! Stop it!
“Brent will watch you while I attend my meeting,” he said.
“What’s your meeting about?”
“Killing every last member of the Dragon Clan.”
I opened and closed my mouth a handful of times. “B-but I thought you said you tried …”
“We did,” Luciano said. “Decades ago, and we lost.”
“So, how are you going to defeat them this time around?”
Luciano stared at me for the longest time, his gaze shifted back and forth between his grumpy one and his beast’s possessive one. Luciano was doing this for both of us, but mainly because I had asked him to help me.
But I didn’t want him hurt or putting himself into danger.
Someone knocked on the door.
“That must be Brent,” Luciano said, ignoring my question.
Before heading to the door to answer it, he captured my jaw in his strong grasp. I expected him to say something harsh, something grumpy that only Mr. Grumpy would say.
Instead, his voice was soft, pleading almost. “Please, don’t be difficult for him. Don’t leave. Don’t sneak out. You’re in danger.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I won’t sneak out.”
“You said that last time.”
“Well, I mean it this time,” I said.
After my run-in with Alvin at Pink Ivory, I knew that I had massively fucked up. This wasn’t a game. Luciano really was trying to protect me, but I didn’t think he could do it. He had promised he would, but how could he protect me from the flames in my dreams?
His beast’s gaze flickered through his eyes. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me on the mouth. Not a heated type of kiss, but a soft one that made me feel like he wanted me more than for me to have his children.
Though I knew that was the only reason he cared.
I will never be more than that to him, but that’s okay. At least I have him now.
The knock came again. Luciano pulled away and headed to the foyer. When Luciano opened the door, a doorman stood in the hallway with a square package.
“Delivery for Mr. Bates.”
Luciano sniffed, as if he could smell something … unpleasant. He stepped into the doorman’s line of view of me, dropped his gaze down to the box, then lifted it back to the doorman.
“Who is it from?” he asked, not taking the package. “I’m not expecting anything.”
The doorman’s gaze shifted to me. “From Alvin.”
