Betrayed by Blood: My Second Life as a Queen novel Chapter 319

Lucian let out a ragged groan. A faint flush crept over his skin. His silver-gray eyes darkened with pure, predatory possessiveness as he stared fixedly at Willow.

Realizing what she had just grabbed through the robe, Willow blinked rapidly. Her ears burned bright red, but she stubbornly feigned ignorance. "Are you feeling hot? You should go shower..."

Lucian chuckled, his voice dropping an octave into a rough, seductive rasp. "Playing innocent, are we?"

Willow rubbed the tip of her nose nervously. A second later, the sheer size of what she was still resting her hand on fully registered, and she yanked her arm back as if she had been burned.

Having watched the entire internal panic play out on her face, Lucian raised an eyebrow. "Am I that repulsive?"

How could Willow possibly find him repulsive? Her mind was flooded with images of his flawless body, and she suddenly had no idea what to do with her hands.

The amusement in Lucian's eyes deepened. He purposefully dragged out his words to tease her. "Or... is my Willow feeling a little shy?"

Willow's brain short-circuited. Hearing his teasing, she fired back defensively, "Why would I be shy? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Lucian's gaze went dangerously still. "Whose have you seen?"

Willow let out an exasperated laugh and slapped his chest.

Her slender fingers accidentally scraped against his exposed chest, leaving a vivid red mark against his skin.

It looked as striking as a crushed rose against fresh snow.

Willow averted her eyes. "Get in the shower! Or else you can go take a bath in the rain!"

Lucian's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice growing even rougher. "So cruel, Willow."

Willow turned her head away, ignoring him. Lucian's gaze lingered heavily on her fingertips. Before the sting of the slap had even registered, the intoxicating scent of her body wash hit him, making his senses swim.

Lucian realized he couldn't push his luck. If he actually made her mad, she would undoubtedly kick him out.

Swallowing his frustration, he obediently got up and walked into the bathroom to shower.

But the second he stepped inside, he realized the true torture had just begun.

The bathroom was still thick with steam, every corner saturated with the sweet, intoxicating scent of Willow. It made his head spin.

The primal heat surging through his veins became almost unmanageable. Lucian cranked the shower handle all the way to cold just to force himself to stay sane.

It wasn't the right time.

Taking things further without her full, enthusiastic consent was something he would never do. It was utterly disrespectful.

He refused to cross that line. If he did, he would despise himself.

Lucian gritted his teeth and endured the icy spray for a full hour before the fire in his blood finally subsided.

Meanwhile, outside the bathroom...

Willow checked her phone. Lucian had been in there for a very long time—long enough to let her imagination run wild.

When he finally emerged, Willow stole a covert glance at his face. He didn't look remotely satisfied; in fact, he looked intensely frustrated.

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