When he got to his chambers. Lucien ripped at the buttons of his shirt without thinking, tearing them loose one by one, the fabric falling away from his broad, scarred chest
. His breath came hard through his nose, his jaw locked so tight the tendons in his neck stood out like cords.
He needed the cold.
Needed the punishment.
Needed to wash the f*****g thoughts out of his head before they drowned him.
He yanked his boots off, kicked them across the room, His pants followed, stripped down his powerful thighs, his thick, heavy c**k already standing halfway erect, furious and leaking, throbbing.
Lucien stalked across the cold stone floor, his bare feet slapping against it, steam already rising from the ancient marble shower at the far end of the chamber. He twisted the knobs without ca
