Braelyn's POV
My breath punched out of me as Lucien dragged me back onto his lap.
One second I was standing, the next his arm was locked around my waist, iron and fire, pulling me flush against him. My back hit his chest, hard enough to make me gasp. Heat bled through the thin barrier of fabric between us, his body was unyieldingly possessive.
I yelped my fingers curling on the edges of his suit. Fear struck me at once, noticing how dark his eyes were, as if he were teetering on the edge.
His scent wrapped around me a chaotic mix of whisky, smoke, something dark and unmistakably him. My heart slammed wildly as it started to race once that evil smirk that was out to wreck me graced his lips. I knew he could feel it.
His fingers came under my chin, lifting my face with deliberate slowness. Not gentle nor was his touch rough either. His fingers carried a controlled precision digging into my chin like he was containing something violent just beneath the surface.
