"No?" Lucien stepped inside, making the narrow space even more suffocating. He kicked the door shut, and the sharp click sounded like a trap snapping closed. His hot breath, carrying the smell of cigarettes and his sense of power, washed over her face. "Elowen, do you really think you have the right to refuse me? Or do you want me to call a few friends in here to 'help' you change? They would be more than happy to."
The threat struck straight into her deepest fear. She imagined herself surrounded by prying eyes and mocking laughter. She could not bear it.
Tears welled up as Elowen looked at Lucien. Humiliation flooded her mind, her whole body shaking with rage. She bit her lip to hold back her tears, then finally took a deep breath and removed her jacket.
"Hurry up," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire. "I do not have the patience to wait."
The cold air in the restroom raised goosebumps on her skin. Elowen squeezed her eyes shut, not daring to meet his gaze.
Her torn white shirt exposed the white bra supporting her full chest. The smooth, unblemished skin of a girl newly grown only fueled a man desire.
"Beautiful," Lucien whistled softly. One hand blocked the door while the other reached out to touch her bare arm. Her skin was icy, shrinking away beneath his burning fingers. "Your skin is so smooth. Do you always crave being touched by men?"
"Do not…" Elowen flinched, trying to dodge him, but there was nowhere left to retreat.
"Do not?" Lucien sneered. His fingers slid from her arm to her shoulder, then down along her spine, pressing hard enough to draw a soft moan from her. "Your mouth says do not, but your body is trembling like you enjoy it. Such a liar."
He pulled her closer with force, pressing her body against his. Elowen could clearly feel the frightening hardness pushing against her stomach through his pants. Nausea and terror surged within her.
"Lucien, please… stop…" Her voice was thick with tears.
"Shut up," he roared, one hand clamping around her waist while the other gripped her jaw and forced her to look up at him. "You belong to me. From now on, I can do whatever I want. All you have to do is open up and endure it. Do you understand?"
Tears spilled from Elowen's eyes, but he did not care. He bent down and pressed his mouth to her neck, rough kisses and biting teeth leaving vivid red marks on her pale skin. She cried out in pain, but the sound was smothered by his hand covering her mouth.
"Scream louder," he whispered by her ear, his voice thick with excitement. "Let everyone know how Lucien's toy is being 'taken care of.' I do not mind at all."
Adrian's eyes were locked on her, his throat bobbing slightly. If he had not been a ghost, his "little brother" would have already risen to greet him.
"Damn it, Adrian, you are a beast. Elowen is far too young for you, and you are already thirty four. How dare you have filthy thoughts about her?"
Adrian slapped himself across the face and turned away, yet he could not help stealing another look at her. His gaze landed on the red, flower shaped birthmark at her waist, something that only made her even more alluring. Thankfully, that brat Lucien did not get to see this sight.
Meanwhile, Lucien's hand was still rubbing Elowen's chest roughly through her bra, his fingers squeezing hard enough to make her cry out in pain. He bent down, caught the bra strap between his teeth, and tugged it down. Elowen felt as if she were about to shatter, her body and mind both being violated without mercy.
"Please… not here…" she murmured, clinging to her last fragile hope.
"It is more fun here," Lucien sneered. "Afraid someone might walk in? Even better. That makes it much more exciting."
He continued, one hand pinning her in place while the other slid down past her waist, fumbling at the waistband of her pants. Elowen struggled wildly, but her strength was nothing compared to his. A dark, crushing despair swallowed her whole.
Facing her, Lucien looked over Elowen's body with a mocking smile curling his lips.
"Your mother was a cheap, shameless slut, so you inherited all of this from her, right? If everyone did not say you were such a good, innocent girl, I would have thought you were a whore."
As he spoke, he squeezed hard at the most sensitive part of her body through the fabric of her pants. Elowen let out a piercing scream of agony, her body arching from the pain.
"Is this what you call innocent?" Lucien asked sarcastically. "Or are you just pretending in front of others? Inside, you are nothing but a bitch craving a man's cock."
Elowen fell silent and hurriedly pulled her clothes back into place. She did not live with her biological mother and had no idea what kind of person the woman was. She only knew she had been abandoned, so Lucien's insults stirred no anger in her. Right now, all she wanted was to escape the savage wolf standing before her.
But Lucien was not finished. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and forced her to stare straight into his eyes.
"Next time," he said slowly, word by word, "when I call you, you come running immediately. When I tell you to open up, you open up right away. You are mine. Everything on you, from your hair to your toes, is my property. I can destroy it, play with it, or bestow mercy as I please. And if you dare to resist," he paused, leaned close, and whispered something so cruel and obscene into her ear that Elowen's face went pale and her eyes widened in terror, "I will turn your life into a real hell. I will make sure no university dares to take you, and no one dares to come near you. You will be nothing but a puppet in my hands. Do you understand?"