“I want to hurt her, Lucien. I want to hurt her so badly I can taste it.” I shiver, intrigued and frightened by that look. “She’s a sweet thing. Still so innocent.” His tongue slides over his lower lip, like he is tasting it. Like his want for her is on his mouth. In his skin. He’s turned on, I realize. Painfully so. He usually takes care to make sure I don’t see it, but he’s not even trying now. He’s making a point. Those dark eyes envelop me again. “If you put her in my hands, dear boy, I will break her . . . and I will enjoy every moment of it.” I believe him.
