Chapter 55
Norah’s POV
The air in the room shifted.
Lucien’s gaze dropped to my lips.
He didn’t move, but the space between us crackled with tension.
“Probation?” he repeated, a slow smile tugging at his mouth.
“Don’t push it,” I warned, but my voice lacked bite.
He leaned in, his breath warm on my skin.
“I’ve missed you, Norah.”
His hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheek.
I should’ve pulled away. I didn’t.
“Lucien-”
He cut me off with a kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, possessive.
His lips claimed mine with a desperation that mirrored the chaos inside me.
I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.
He backed me against the desk, his body pressing mine into the wood.
The edge dug into my hips, but I barely felt it.
His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of whiskey and regret.
I met his hunger with my own, my hands tangling in his hair.
The ring on my finger felt cold against his scalp.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged.
“Tell me to stop,” he challenged, his eyes dark with need.
I didn’t.
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He kissed me again, deeper this time.
His hands slid down my back, pulling me harder against him.
I could feel how much he wanted me.
He tore his mouth from mine to trail hot, open–mouthed kisses down. neck.
my
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he growled against my skin. “The way you taste. The way you feel.”
My head fell back as his teeth grazed my pulse point.
A moan escaped me, unbidden.
I was losing control, and part of me didn’t care.
His hand slipped under my shirt, his palm scorching against my lower back.
“Lucien,” I breathed, arching into him.
He reclaimed my mouth, kissing me like a drowning man finally reaching air.
His hips pressed against mine, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
I was moments away from letting him take me right there on the desk.
Suddenly, his phone rang, sharp and insistent.
He ignored it, his mouth still devouring mine.
It rang again. And again.
With a frustrated groan, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.
“Leave it,” I whispered, surprising myself.
He shook his head, his eyes clearing slightly. “It’s the secure line. It’s important.”
He grabbed the phone from his pocket and put it on speaker.
A man with a Spanish accent spoke in rapid French.
“Sir, we confirmed it. Three years ago, Eleanor Constantine used Carlos Vega’s channels to purchase a large quantity of a high–potency behavioral control drug. Enough to subdue an adult long–term.”
I froze.
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Carlos Vega again?
A control drug?
“What does it do?” Lucien’s voice was cold, all traces of desire gone.
“Long–term use causes memory confusion, cognitive decline, even permanent brain damage. It’s hard to detect in routine exams. The delivery was traced to a private psychiatric facility owned by the Constantine family.”
“Keep digging. Find out who the target was.”
He hung up. We stared at each other, the same shock reflected in our eyes.
Eleanor wasn’t just dealing with the underworld. She might have been drugging someone within her own family.
But who?
“Lucien… your father. How is his health?” I asked quietly.
Lucien’s brow furrowed. “In the last two years, his mind has deteriorated significantly. Memory loss. He spends most of his time in that clinic.”
The truth loomed, ugly and terrifying.
Eleanor might have been slowly poisoning her own husband to seize power.
“Norah, this is bigger than we thought,” Lucien said, taking my hand.
The ring felt heavy on my finger.
“I know.” His lips were pressed into a thin line, as if holding back a wave of emotion. For a moment, he looked vulnerable in a way I’d never seen–a man used to control, facing a nightmare from within.
I reached up and gently smoothed the crease between his brows. He stilled, his eyes searching mine.
“At least you’re closer to the truth now,” I said. The words felt inadequate.
He didn’t speak, just held my hand tighter.
The air around us grew thick and quiet.
After a moment, he let out a soft sigh.
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Then he drew me into his arms, resting his head on my shoulder, his weight leaning into me, heavy with exhaustion.
I slowly patted his back, my heart aching with a tenderness I could no longer deny.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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