Chapter 58

Lucian took me to the top floor. The elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime, and his grip on my hand tightened. The space between us pulsed with electricity, tension, and something dangerously close to desperation. He didn't speak as he led me down a quiet hallway to a private suite. The moment the door shut behind us, the restraint he had shown until now snapped. Lucian turned and pressed me against the door, his breath hot and ragged against my cheek. "You have no idea," he murmured darkly, "how close I was to losing control back there." He pulled off his jacket, which he had draped over me earlier. His fingers brushed my shoulder where my dress had been torn, and his eyes flashed with fury. "Do you think I can let anyone touch you? See you? I nearly went mad when I saw him touching you. I was mad with rage, with fear." He cupped my face, his hands trembling. "I love you so much that it terrifies me." My lips parted, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted to stop him, but no wo