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Chapter 19
Passionate Kiss
The heat of Lucian’s lips against hers stole all rational thought from Roxanne’s mind. Her senses went numb, and the sound of their breathing filled the space between them.
For a brief moment, she couldn’t move. She never expected things to escalate this far, especially not from him. His hand tightened around her chin, forcing her head back slightly as if trying to take control of her every movement. She could feel his warmth, his presence suffocating her.
Just as panic surged in her chest, she snapped back to reality. “Let go of me, Lucian Farwell! Are you out of your mind? We’re in a restaurant! Anyone could walk in!”
His grip loosened slightly, but only enough to make her words register. He looked down at her, his expression hardening with that familiar arrogance. “So what? Weren’t you the one who promised to compensate me? I’m just collecting what’s owed to me. But now you’re scared?”
Roxanne’s stomach churned. The memories of that night six years ago came rushing back—he’d been drugged, and she had taken advantage of the situation. But what haunted her most wasn’t the confusion or the physicality, it was the pain. He had been rough, unaware of his actions.
The scent of alcohol lingered in the air as Lucian’s breath brushed against her skin. Roxanne’s body tensed, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. The thought of what had happened that night made her nauseous, and now, hearing his words only intensified the disgust.
Her pulse hammered in her ears, but she couldn’t afford to show any vulnerability. If he saw the way her body responded to his closeness, he would think she was still the same woman he knew six years ago—a woman at his mercy.
Lucian, sensing no response from her, grew impatient. His lips crashed against hers again, this time with more force, more urgency. Roxanne froze, unable to move under his dominance. The air grew thick, and panic began to claw at her throat.
Six years had passed, but her body still betrayed her.
She couldn’t let him see her weakness. She couldn’t let him win.
With newfound resolve, Roxanne bit down hard on his lip. The sharp metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and Lucian recoiled in surprise.
For a moment, everything stopped. But then, his grip tightened, and he kissed her again, this time even more relentlessly. The force of his lips made it hard to breathe, each kiss more aggressive than the last. Roxanne struggled against him, but the pressure of his body against hers made it impossible to escape.
Weakness seeped into her limbs, and for a second, she felt herself losing strength. The only thing keeping her from collapsing was his iron grip still holding her wrist.
And then, Lucian pulled back, his lips still hovering over hers, his voice low and rough. “I thought you said you didn’t feel anything for me. Yet here you are, weak in my arms. Your body is a lot more honest than you are, Roxanne.”
The words hung between them, each one sinking deeper into her chest.
Roxanne tried to summon the strength to respond, but before she could, she felt his hand move, drifting dangerously toward her chest. In that instant, something inside her snapped. With a sudden surge of energy, she shoved him away and slapped him hard across the face.
“Lucian, weren’t you the one who said you were going to marry Aubree?” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “I’ve let you go! So what is this now? Are you trying to take revenge on me? If you are, then congratulations—you’ve succeeded! I was foolish to target you with that desperate trick, but I’ve stopped clinging to you. I’m done. I won’t be part of your life anymore. This is the end of us.”
Her words echoed in the room, heavy with finality. She turned on her heel, glancing back only to shoot him a defiant glare, before rushing out of the room without a second glance.
Meanwhile, as Roxanne fled, Cayden, who had been cleaning up after the earlier mess, stood outside the door, guarding the hall. He froze for a second when he saw her exit, her face flushed with anger and frustration. He quickly regained his composure and rushed into the room to check on Lucian.
What he found was unexpected. Lucian stood in the corner, his head slightly tilted, a red mark on his cheek, and blood on his lips. His expression was dark, his eyes burning with unspent fury.
“Mr. Farwell, are you… okay?” Cayden asked cautiously, his voice filled with uncertainty. He knew his employer well enough to sense when things had gone wrong.
Lucian didn’t answer immediately. He reached up to touch his cheek, his thumb brushing the blood that had come from the bite Roxanne had inflicted. The sting was sharp, but it seemed to fuel the anger boiling within him.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice cold, though the heat in his gaze betrayed his true feelings.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his eyes narrowed as he thought of Roxanne.
Go on. Keep running, Roxanne. You’ve gotten away for now, but I’ll find you. I always do.
As Lucian made his way down the hall, he came upon the drunkard and his lackey, still on the floor, groaning in pain. He barely spared them a glance before ordering Cayden, “Break whichever hands they used to touch her.”
Cayden, recognizing the severity of his orders, didn’t hesitate. “Yes, sir.”
Lucian’s gaze remained distant, filled with an unspoken promise as he left the scene.
