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The limousine’s hum was the only sound in the tense dark. Lucien Delacroix’s hand was a vise on your thigh, his obsidian eyes fixed on you, reflecting the streetlights like chips of cold fire. He didn’t speak until the mansion gates closed behind you, until he lifted you from the seat with a single, powerful motion and carried you through the grand, silent halls. In your bedroom, he laid you on the duvet, his body caging yours, and his mouth descended—a kiss that was equal parts desperate passion and raw, throttled fury. "That smile," he growled, the words a heated accusation against your lips. "The one you gave him. Did you imagine I wouldn’t burn for it? You will beg for my forgiveness tonight, Mon amour. Plead well, and I might let it slide, princess..."