icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

SPARKLE

Chapter 4 Lucius  Argent's P.O.V

Word Count: 1033    |    Released on: 08/08/2024

pte

Argent

ed me as I

the echoing

g, inhaling,

nted to screa

eak the unner

instinct re

was a defens

ng c

conditio

its automati

Strangely, a

vide her wi

secret, surg

ponse I coul

usly, I fo

be with her,

nst me. Succu

impulse, I

lay beside h

both of us.

waist, pulli

es touched,

ed through m

le that it m

st

d a place on

perfectly aga

th-watering f

intoxicating

with more wa

gs over hers

ating from my

e shivering c

their rhythm

tly, and I fel

had found so

head down

soothing sc

ful, content

xperienced i

intimacy an

seemed to t

ality we we

ding myself st

about how I m

feeling a sens

n the middle

te had taken

the air-c

owhere to be

so I thought

dicated his p

ver, had me st

in the shower

the

rned off, and

cross-legged o

pened, reveal

towel wrapped

turned crimso

g

le emanated

walk-in closet

ed, wearing a w

is wet, messy

unkemp

ards me, he as

gnawed at me,

I refused to b

o

ve feelings for calling the

e, finding a

com

death glare,

ing it. "Think

e glare? Think

he taunted, tug

me to loo

ng stubborn, n

lared before

one in the va

r leaving the

the passcode

emplating the

ah

now where I am

th any of my

s that I'm ver

else to occ

lore the room.

ressive displa

crosse to footb

hockey, and m

ird place acco

in various s

t fora moment,

mundane rout

erie with fr

l complaints

mile crossed

mo

me to his de

collection o

ng the name L

in my though

uldn't resist t

, so I sat in his

ound. It was o

the omnipre

me

the safety of

sing my arms

te's return. A

still hadn't

and my patie

t the wall, I

g to an unp

door slammed s

soriented state

against the w

e head, I look

there, throwin

Had he been ca

must not ha

yourself, pet?

rked casually.

, rubbing the

e

u go?" I aske

ic

eplied, a smir

hed and sho

s still i

old for school

fore t

u think I am?"

brow with a hi

or twe

year-old boy, lo

d, a mischievo

y

ed. Seventee

ent

uth, dearie, u

mine in it,"

ozing wit

uth abruptly,

ar

on his bed, pu

box. Opening

couldn't help b

e was

doing?" I as

ri

" he state

t," I offered,

the willingn

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open