Proserpina

I wanted to turn tail and scamper back into a hole or something, but Lucien jerked me to him, pinning me to his body while his free hand pushed through my long, heavy hair, gripping my nape. To any onlooker, we appeared to be like a man and woman who were ardently bringing their bodies close to exchange words of love. I knew otherwise.

His voice was low and menacing, vibrating with anger as he bent to me and growled so that only I could hear him,

"Slut! I'll deal ...