Lena
I froze, my hand clenching my hoodie tightly. Lucian’s voice sliced through again.
“Was it better than when I f****d you?”
I turned slowly. “Are you seriously asking me that?”
He stepped forward. “You didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t say yes.”
He was close now, arms folded, that signature calm rage dancing in his eyes. “So you did let him f**k you.”
“I let you f**k me too,” I snapped. “Are we keeping score now?”
Lucian raised a brow. “You want to talk scores, sweetheart? Then let’s talk about debts.”
I swallowed, my voice tightening. “No. Let’s talk about the one that’s been paid.”
His expression didn’t change, but I saw something flicker behind his eyes. I didn’t stop.
“I’ve done everything you asked. I stayed. I gave you my body. I let you and your brothers f**k me, use me, own
