Virg*n's Desire
His tone dropped an octave—cold, final.
The woman hurried out, her heels clicking down the hallway. When the sound faded, Lucian sat on the edge of his bed and pressed a hand over his face.
For the first time in years, he couldn’t make his mind go quiet.
And it infuriated him.
He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, exhaling through clenched teeth. “Porca miseria, Aurelia…” he muttered under his breath.
The name lingered like smoke.
And for a man who’d built his empire on control, it was the most dangerous feeling of all.