Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 457

**TITLE: When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 457**

**Chapter 457 Tell Me You’re Mine**

Emma couldn’t shake the unsettling thought that Iancien had truly lost his mind during Pyreborn.

She observed him closely, her heart racing with a mixture of concern and fear.

What was happening to him? The uncertainty gnawed at her, and she realized that provoking him could lead to consequences she wasn’t prepared to face.

The last thing she wanted was to push him further into madness.

Where had Lucien taken her lad Silas? Did the others even know she was gone?

“Mm…”

Just as these thoughts spiraled in her mind, she was abruptly pulled from her reverie as Lucien’s lips crashed against hers, a sudden flash of pain jolting her senses.

His teeth grazed her lip, and she could see the storm brewing in his dark eyes, a possessive anger that sent shivers down her spine.

“Are you thinking about Silas and Marcus again?” he spat, his voice dripping with a venomous chill that made her stomach twist.

Emma flinched, the sharpness of her pain igniting an instinctual desire to pull away, but his grip on her chin was unyielding, as if he feared losing her.

“Answer me!” he demanded, his voice rising to an almost primal shout, shattering the fragile calm that had lingered in the air.

In an instant, all semblance of reason slipped away from him. He lost control, pinning her against the plush bed, the softness of the fabric contrasting sharply with the intensity of the moment.

Clang!

The metal chain shackling her wrist rattled ominously with her movement, a stark reminder of her captivity.

Lucien loomed over her, his body eclipsing the light, enveloping her in darkness as he held her down.

“Do you really like them that much?” he growled, his voice raw and wounded, echoing like a beast on the brink of madness.

“Even when you’re with me, you still think about them?”

Emma felt the weight of his anguish, a mix of desperation and jealousy that threatened to consume them both.

Before she could find her voice to respond, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, a whirlwind of emotions swirling between them.

He seemed to be possessed, as if he were trying to claim every inch of her, marking her as his own in a desperate bid for validation.

Despite the overwhelming force of his emotions, Emma found herself unable to resist.

Was this how deeply he had suffered? Had the torment he endured truly changed him?

But her submission only seemed to stoke the flames of his mania, igniting his fervor further.

The canopy above them swayed gently, casting moving shadows over their intertwined bodies, a surreal dance of light and dark.

The metallic chains clinked rhythmically in the background, a haunting soundtrack to their chaotic embrace.

Emma could feel Lucien’s body tense and tremble, as if he were wrestling with an insatiable emptiness that clawed at his insides.

Time became a blur; she couldn’t tell how long this tumultuous exchange lasted. But eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Lucien finally collapsed against her, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Emma… tell me you’re mine. Always mine…”

Emma’s mouth felt parched, her voice nearly a whisper as she struggled to respond.

With an arm that felt heavy and fragile, she gently stroked his hair, attempting to soothe him as best she could.

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