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He lifts his head and looks up at me with a wink. “Did you doubt my skills?”

“No. Maybe,” I reply with a grin. “Crina said the first time hurts.”

His brows crease together. “How would she know?”

I tense beside him, shutting down, but he murmurs, “I’m not going to get Crina in trouble. I don’t care about Crina. She’s Marku’s problem, not mine.”

Retreating from the subject, he teases me, “You were doomed from the start.”

My muscles loosen and I relax into his big frame. His arms tighten around me.

“Oh, is that right?” I tease right back.

“It was inevitable that you’d come on my cock. First time.” He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “And every time from now on.”

“Is it always like this?”

I hold still, the words slipped out of my mouth despite my better judgement.Shit, why did I say that? Making it sound like it’s something special.

I shake my head ruefully. “Of course, it is for you. You’re a man, and anyway, women are interchangeable. Fuckable pawns used to elevate one’s status, I think were your exact words.”

He flinches.

Reaching down, he brushes the soft down of my pussy with the back of his knuckles, making me twitch. “No, it’s not.”

“You lie.”

He rises on his forearm and frowns down on me. “Lying is for the weak. I have no need to lie. Not to anyone. Especially not to you.”

Especially not to you, he says, making the point that I matter to him. Which is ridiculous. Either that or he’s trying to bolster his silly argument that I’m somehow on the Bratva’s radar, which is also absurd.

That last phrase breaks the spell he’s woven around me. There can’t be anything special between us. Of course, in a moment of weakness, I want to indulge in that fantasy, but that’s not real. No way am I falling for Lucian Popescu again. That’s never gotten me anywhere, and if I ever needed further proof, I got it in the cafeteria.

What we just had was sex, nothing more.

Suddenly feeling suffocated, I shove his arm and leg off me, and scramble away while protesting, “There won’t be a next time.”

“What?Like hell there won’t.”

I put more distance between us. He goes to grab for me, but I hop away from him, grab my shirt, and whip it on, tugging the sides together to cover myself.

Lucian’s eyes snap with fury at me. He rises to his feet. Buck naked, with his legs spread apart, he looks like an avenging god. Furious and utterly gorgeous. He opens his mouth to argue but happens to glance down.

I follow his gaze.

Red blood streaks his semi-hard cock. It jerks and grows under my attention and I snap my eyes up to his.

Instead of seeing the anger or lust that I expect, he’s giving me a shit-eating grin. A grin that confirms,like hell there won’t be a second time.

I narrow my eyes at him. For a split second, I think to argue but that won’t get me anywhere. Instead, I do what any self-respecting deflowered woman at risk of falling in love with her tormentor does.

I run.

CHAPTER14

LUCIAN

Riding up the elevator to Cristo’s loft, I know what I must do, and I’m feeling surprisingly light-hearted about it.

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