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Chapter 1

“Is it true? What they say about the woernails dipped in shiny red polish trailed along Lucian de Vincent’s stoo insane?”

Lucian arched a brow

“Because I feel a little insane I feel a little out of control I’ve wanted you for so long” Lips the same color of those nails stirred the shorter hair around his ear “But you never looked ht”

“Now that’s not true,” he drawled, reaching for the bottle of Old Rip He’d looked at her more than once Probably checked her out quite a bit With all that blond hair and that body in that low-cut dress, hewith half the patrons of the Red Stallion Hell, probably around ninety percent of them, male and female, had looked her way more than once, and she was very aware of that fact

“But you were always so focused elsewhere,” she continued, and he could hear the pout for on those pretty red lips

He poured hiure out exactly who else he could’ve been paying attention to The options were limitless, but he was never focused on anyone in particular Truth was, he wasn’t even fully paying attention to the woman behind hiainst his back and slipped her hand under his shirt Shefor hiainst the taut muscles of his lower stomach

There used to be a ti set him so hard he could drill his dick into a wall And it used to take even less for him to fuck and lose himself for a little while

Now?

Not so much

Her sharp little teeth caught the lobe of his ear as she slipped that hand down, her ni in on his belt “But you knohat, Lucian?”

“What?” He lifted the short and heavy rocks glass to his lips, tossing back the smoky liquid without so much as a flinch Bourbon slid down his throat and war above the bar This painting wasn’t the best out there, but there was so about the flalide into madness

She pulled his belt free “I’ain”

“Is that so?” He trailed off, broering as he searched his memories

Shit

He’d forgotten her name

Holy hell, what in the world was this woive hied in a deep breath and nearly choked on her cloying perfume It was like a bushel of strawberries threw up in his mouth

The button on his pants popped free and then the tinny sound of a zipper filled the spacious room No more than a second later, her hand was under the band of the boxer briefs, and right to where his cock rested

Her hand froze for the briefest“Lucian?” she cooed, circling her warth

The obvious lack of interest froust What the fuck rong with hi his dick and he was about as aroused as a schoolboy in a room full of nuns

He washell, he was just bored Bored with her, with himself—with all of this This woman was usually his style Spend a little tiain He wasn’t with a woman more than once, because when you were, you started a habit, and that habit would becos, and that someone wasn’t him, never him But he feltdone with this

The feeling of just being over it, over everything, was anearly every aspect of his da itself under his skin and was spreading throughout his veins like the damn ivy that had taken over the exterior walls of the entire house

He’d been feeling this long before everything turned upside down

She trailed her other hand up under his shirt as she tightened her grip “You’re going to make me work for this cock, aren’t you?”

He alhed