lena
I should’ve known better than to moan his name like that in the presence of all three.
“Matteo,” I’d whispered when his mouth worked me at the end. I didn't know I'd been audible or that Lucian had caught it.
When they returned to the room, I saw the shift in Lucian's eyes. Cold. Controlled. Possessive. Rafe didn’t say a word. Matteo was smirking all through. He loved the attention, basked in it. And I knew I was caught in the middle.
Lucian waited until after dinner. We were still at their private estate, surrounded by nothing but trees and silence. There was nowhere to run.
He stood behind me as I cleared the last plate.
“On your knees, Lena.”
I dropped the plate. It shattered.
“I— Lucian—”
He grabbed my wrist before I could step back. “You liked moaning his name?” he asked
