Alina's pov
Lucian didn't waste a single second. He dropped straight onto his knees right beside the mattress, his head tilting up to look at me. He absolutely loved it when I took complete control like this. His gaze was entirely gooey, his dark eyes clouded with a thick, desperate submission as I smirked down at him from the bed.
I bit my lower lip, leaning forward to slowly caress my hands all over his bare chest and shoulders. Lowering my head, I pressed my lips against his ear, sending a hot breath against his skin. "Are you getting hard enough for me now?"
Lucian let out a low, heavy grunt, his fists clenching on the floorboards. "Yes... fuck, yes, Alina."
I smiled, pulling away smoothly. I stepped off the bed, walked calmly over to the bedroom door, and shut it before twisting the lock with a sharp click. Turning toward the wardrobe, I reached inside and pulled out the leather whip.
