Chapter 915

Lucian's piercing gaze locked onto Rosalind. "Were you touching me?"

When had he woken up?

Rosalind's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against his bare chest as heat flooded her cheeks. She tried to jerk her hand away. "I wasn't!"

Lucian caught her wrist effortlessly, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Really? Then explain what you were doing just now."

"I—I..." Rosalind's mind went blank.

His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "No explanation? Seems like you couldn't resist me."

She yanked her hand free. "That's ridiculous!"

Without warning, Lucian flipped them over, caging her beneath him.

Rosalind stiffened. "What are you—"

"What do you think?" His voice dropped to a dangerous purr.

Her pulse skyrocketed as she felt his growing arousal against her thigh. Even after last night, he was insatiable.

Panic set in. "Don't you dare—mmph!"

Lucian crushed his lips against hers in a searing kiss.

She shoved at his shoulders. "Stop! I can't—I'm exhausted."

He nipped at her lower lip. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

Rosalind pressed both palms against his chest. "No! I mean it!"

"Really?" His thumb traced her collarbone. "You don't want me?"

"Not now!"

She was barely six weeks pregnant. Last night had been risky enough—she couldn't risk the baby.

A phone buzzed on the nightstand, its vibration loud in the tense silence.

Rosalind seized the distraction. "Your phone."

Lucian reached for it without releasing her. Her stomach dropped when she saw the caller ID.

Genevieve.

All color drained from Rosalind's face. His girlfriend was calling while he had another woman pinned beneath him.

She shoved at his chest. "Answer your girlfriend. I'm leaving."

As she tried to slip away, Lucian hauled her back against him. "Did I say you could go?"

Rosalind glared. "You're really going to take that call while holding me?"

He arched one brow, all arrogant confidence. "Why not?"

Was this some twisted power play? Keeping his mistress close while speaking to his girlfriend?

She twisted in his grip. "Let me go!"

Lucian lowered his mouth to her ear. "Be quiet. I'm answering."

Before she could protest, he accepted the call, trapping her against his bare chest as Genevieve's saccharine voice filled the room.

"Lucian? Where are you?"

The possessive tone made Rosalind's skin crawl.

Lucian's gaze remained locked on Rosalind as he answered, "Out."

"Out where? I called all night! Were you with Rosalind Fairchild?"

Hearing her name on Genevieve's lips made Rosalind feel sick. She was the other woman now.