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Lucien D'Artois POVWalking away from her is turning into an absolute nightmare. Last night I had to sit in the shadows of the SUV and watch her walk up the steps of Thornhart Crimson Manor, moving completely out of my reach.I trailed behind her vehicle across Blackmoor Haven to guarantee her safety, but it was nothing like having her soft body trapped in the seat right next to me. It lacked the intoxicating thrill of holding her trembling wrist in my hand. I had to lock myself in the D'Artois Blood Citadel and force my lungs to settle. Stalking a human girl is a liability, and granting her entry into my inner sanctum is the most chaotic decision I have ever made.I transmitted a precise location and time to her device last night. I intentionally set the hour to align exactly with the final bell at Nocturne Blood Academy. Unless she dared to skip her lessons, she would be completely incapable of arriving at her new master's quarters on time. A dark, wicked grin stretches across my fa

Lucien D'Artois POV"You are out of time," I say, standing tall behind my obsidian desk with my arms locked tight over my chest as Evelisse walks into my private den four minutes late."But, sir—""No excuses under this roof." I point directly down at the dark wood, waiting for her to submit to the house decree."Yes, sir," she whispers, her throat bobbing, though the vibrant blush from yesterday is completely gone from her cheeks.She looks completely hollow as she steps up to the desk. Her small hands slide beneath her academy skirt, swiftly stripping away her underwear and dropping the soft fabric onto the polished wood. Once she finishes her penance, she stands straight, awaiting her next command.It seems my delicate human princess requires a harsher lesson in dominance today. "When you broke the punctuality rules yesterday, the price of your tardiness was your underwear."Evelisse shifts her gaze to the wood, staring at the small scrap of cloth as if to confirm she really just a

Lucien D'Artois POV"Should I inform the kitchen lords to terminate the preparations for this table?" the server asks quietly, clearing away the untouched platters and the blood-wine Sebastian left behind."No. Cancel the previous order so the lady can select what her human body actually requires instead." I look down at Evelisse, watching her chest heave as she stammers through a few quick questions before pointing to a simple pasta dish on the parchment menu."I am not consuming mortal food tonight, but remove this vessel from our sight, please," I say, lifting her wine glass and handing it to the servant. "She was merely pretending to swallow it.""Immediately, my lord. I will notify the chef of the alteration."The moment the server retreats, I try to draw a steady breath to suppress the rising violence in my blood, but the sweet scent of her fear and arousal makes it impossible."How could you possibly know I wasn't drinking it?" she whispers, her eyes locked on my mouth.I drape

Lucien D'Artois POV"Do you enjoy provoking my inner beast?" I demand the moment Evelisse crosses the threshold of my private den at the blood citadel."No, sir," she whispers, ducking her head immediately.It is a useless attempt at submission. I already caught the tiny, wicked curve of her lips before she looked down."So not only do you deliberately violate my curfew rules, but you dare lie straight to my face?""I am deeply sorry, sir.""Your flesh tells a completely different story." I begin a slow, predatory circle around her trembling human frame, watching the pulse jump wildly in her throat. "Are you prepared to surrender your underwear to me today?""No."Her chin snaps up instantly. The smug little smile vanishes from her lips, her wide eyes reflecting total shock."You will keep them on," I command, halting right behind her shoulder. "Strip away every other layer of your academy uniform. Leave only the white ruffles from the atelier. Then stand directly against my obsidian

A month ago, Alistair wouldn't have noticed if I vanished into the Blackmoor Haven crypts for days. Now, with this horrific Sebastian Montclair alliance, he is tracking my every step. I am going to have to force him to see that I am no longer his to trade."Does your bloodline trouble you?" Lucien asks, fastening his dark shirt. I want nothing more than to abandon the clothes and crawl back into his cold lap."My father is searching for me," I tell him, reaching for my lace bra. "I must return to the manor.""Your home is inside my blood citadel," Lucien offers smoothly."I desire that more than anything, but I must face him. I need to do this. He is the only blood relative I have left in this world."Lucien's green eyes scan my face for several tense seconds before he finally gives a slow nod. "Very well." I can see the raw reluctance in his jaw, but he is yielding exclusively for my sake."Thank you." I rise onto the tips of my toes to press a soft kiss against his cold cheek before