Chapter 122 What’s Done Between Husband and Wife
The man’s handsome face pressed close. His straight nose and lips, flawless in shape and color, were now tantalizingly close. Calista’s heart began racing with how close he was. She put her hands against his chest.
“What are you doing?”
That scared the living daylights out of her!
Due to their proximity, Lucian spoke in a low whisper. He sounded as cold as ever but it was tinged with amusement. Yet, it did nothing to conceal the chilling undertone.
“So, you failed to ensnare Paul. Is Hector Calloway the next one on your list?”
She could feel his breath on her lips. She tilted her head back to put some distance between them. But with her head already pressed firmly against the door, there was no escape.
“Aren’t you here because you want to get your wounds dressed? Lie down.”
She pointed at the couch and pushed Lucian, who was completely pressed up against her. This was a risky position to be in. One wrong move would lead to consequences.
Even though Lucian was capable of restraint, Calista hadn’t heard any news of him getting close. to any woman. She couldn’t be certain that things wouldn’t go south.
He chuckled, his lips brushed against hers.
“I’m asking you a question.”
It wasn’t a deep kiss, but the sensation of his lips brushing against hers as he spoke was enough
to distress her.
Her sanity was like a taut string suddenly snapping. She didn’t care if her resistance and struggle would irritate him.
She pushed against him with all her might and used her hands and feet to try to break free from
She didn’t say a word. Her lips were pressed tightly together, denying him any opportunity to take advantage of her.
The man looked down at her. With how close they were, he could see the rejection and panic in her eyes. She didn’t want him to touch her at all.
Her eyes, red with anger and indignation, her upturned nose, red lips, flushed cheeks, and fair skin Every part of her was tempting him to kiss her He was unrestrained and fearless. He ignored her resistance.
With his skills, he could easily subdue a woman with one hand. Add to the physical difference in strength between men and women, she had no chance of escape.
Calista could also feel his reaction…
Her eyes widened in surprise. Her expression showed clear disdain. A man’s mind and body were truly separate. Lucian, the instigator, showed no signs of embarrassment when their eyes met.
He said hoarsely, “Stop moving.”
She gritted her teeth.
“… If you were in my position, would you stay still?”
He smirked and chuckled, “Why don’t you find out?”
There was no reasoning with a beast. Two knocks came from the door amid their awkward
“Calista? Are you there?”
It was Paul!
Her eyes lit up in joy. At this point, anyone, even a stranger, was welcomed.
She looked at Lucian and said, “Let go.
Lucian’s icy gaze remained fixed on her. He didn’t budge. Neither of them spoke but their
intentions were clear.
It felt as if they were stuck in a stalemate for a long time when only seconds had passed. The knocking on the door resumed, this time more urgently.
“Make him leave.”
Lucian kept his voice in a low whisper. Despite there only being a wall separating them from
Paul, not a word reached the other side.
Calista shot him down without hesitation.
If Paul left, how much longer was Lucian going to keep up with this madness? After what happened, she couldn’t think highly of his sense of morality.
Her rejection had his face gradually taking on a gloomy expression in the lamplight. He gripped her hand and pressed it against the door. His lips brushed against her earlobe.
“First, it was Paul. And, now it’s Hector. How many more men are you going to invite into your life?”
It was at that moment that she realized that a man’s physical reaction and his want for her were two completely different stories.
He was kissing her. It wasn’t a violent and aggressive kiss that sought to devour. It was torturous in its gentle and lingering methods.
His lips softly grazed her earlobe; and neck and traced the contours of her face. Calista could no longer hold on. All sense of rationality left her in that instant.
“Have you gone insane, Lucian?” she screamed.
No matter how she kicked and struggled, the man remained an unmoving wall. It was as if he felt no pain.
She desperately pounded against the door, trying to cause enough of a ruckus for Paul to hear. She couldn’t be bothered by the fact that this would further irritate the already enraged Lucian.
Lucian sneered. The hand that clasped around her waist slid under her clothes, venturing beneath. the hem. He ran his hand up and down her spine.
“Who are you calling out to, Callie?”
There was an overwhelming buzz in her head. She couldn’t make out what he was saying or perhaps she did, but chose to ignore him.
All she knew was that she had to stop Lucian. Right now, the only one likely to do so was Paul. That prompted her to shout his name even louder.
The man was nearly crushing her waist with his grip. But, in her state of terror, she felt no pain.
He held her by her chin. His eyes were shrouded in darkness.
“Do you love him that much? It’s a pity he doesn’t want you. He won’t take you even if you beg him
“Paul is a cautious man. Do you think he’d lose his composure and interfere in bed affairs for your
In the face of Lucian’s mocking, she felt despair overcome her. The answer was no. She no longer heard Paul knocking on the door after she shouted Lucian’s name.
Apart from their intense breathing and arguing, there was no other sound. She said nothing as she glared at
like a desperate wolf cub who had been cornered
Amid the silence, the fingerprint lock on the door emitted a sound as it was read. The door then unlocked with Paul walking in.
Lucian had pressed Calista to the door and yet he entered. It was clear how much strength had to be exerted. Paul frowned at the sight he was presented with. His voice, although gentle, radiated