Claimed By A Father And Son (by Royalty Writes) novel Chapter 2

~Elena~

“I’m not your fucking roommate.”

“Oh, but you are. Until you run screaming out that door and even then, I’ll still be here when you come crawling back.”

I took a shaky step back, blood boiling, thighs tensing like I had to physically stop my body from reacting to the sound of his voice. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

“Probably.” His eyes dragged over me again, slower this time, like he was unwrapping me with his gaze. “But you make insanity look worth it.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re adorable when you’re mad.”

“You’re…”

He took a step toward me. Fuck. “Tell me more. I love when your mouth gets all fast and angry. Makes me wonder how fast it gets when it’s wrapped around…”

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

His grin was wicked. “Relax, roomie. Just teasing.”

I could barely breathe. My heartbeat was out of control. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a mile, and the worst part? He saw it. He fucking thrived on it.

“You need help,” I muttered.

He tilted his head. “Nah. I need you underneath me.”

“I’ll report this.”

“Do it. Maybe they’ll move you. Maybe they won’t. But either way…”

He leaned close, voice brushing the shell of my ear.

“I’ll still smell you in the sheets.”

My breath caught.

He pulled back slowly, drinking in my reaction like it was a glass of something expensive. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? No quick comeback for that one?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“Then why are you still standing here?”

“I…”

“You want me to stop teasing?” he asked, stepping even closer, until I had to tilt my head to look up at him. “Then stop giving me so many reasons to start.”

His fingers brushed the bedpost beside my hand. Not me…not yet. But close enough that the heat of him made my skin tighten.

“I can’t stay here,” I whispered.

“You can,” he said softly. “And you will.”

I turned away, shaking, humiliated by my own traitorous pulse.

“Get out of my space,” I said.

“You’re in my space, bunny.”

“Stop calling me names! My name is Elena,” I snapped.

Lucian’s eyes didn’t flicker. Not even a little.

He just tilted his head like a predator hearing something interesting.

“Bunny,” he repeated..slower this time.Fuck… Thicker. Like he was tasting the word just to punish me.

I backed up one step. He followed with two.

“Stop,” I breathed, hating the way it came out. Weak. Needy. Already too late.

He didn’t stop.

His voice dropped so low I felt it in my spine before I heard it in my ears.

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