Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 48

Chapter 0048

“Bulls…

Violet’s mind flashed back to the terrifying dogs that had almost attacked her. She broke out into a cold sweat,

and her complexion turned pale.

“No!” she exclaimed in panic, gripping his wrist tightly.

His arms, positioned on either side of her, were tense and strong.

“I’m sorry.” Violet quickly apologized, exhaling softly in an attempt to calm his anger.

Lucius observed her from above and inhaled her scent; it had a mild, flowery sweetness that was utterly enticing. This was his first time noticing a woman’s scent, and it was intoxicating.

His body tensed uncontrollably, aroused, as though he were receiving a drug injection.

Oblivious to his reaction, Violet continued to breathe heavily in fear, her chest rising and falling.

As he felt it, Lucius’ eyes darkened, and his gaze shifted to her chest. Wordless, but Adam’s apple bobbed wildly, he took in the silent invitation.

Without realizing it, Violet placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him. “I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again.”

This slight touch seemed to ignite something within him.

He yanked her hand away, dropped his head, and placed his lips on her chest.

Taken by surprise, Violet was momentarily immobilized.

like a chord being struck within her, making her heart flutter and soar.

he tore at her

as things were heating up, the pressure was

turned cold as he remarked,

skin is.”

looked down at herself. True to his word, her skin was the color of a lobster, silently glowing with

humiliating! Feeling utterly embarrassed, Violet quickly wrapped

coat over

his room,

intimate encounters, she and Lucius were polar opposites. He maintained control

+15 BONOS

in her small room, her face flushed, Lucius appeared at her

climbed into it with ease. He boarded effortlessly, showing no signs of the earlier passion, and left with his new

more

women who were more stunning than

sigh. “What a playboy!”

from occasionally preparing simple meals to

job reverted to weeding.

Weeding, always weeding.

bothered by

in the lake. His entourage of new companions

ducklings. Sometimes, he would openly kiss one of them, unconcerned

head. “What a

her back, causing her shirt to cling

her jacket, revealing a tank top underneath. The field was deserted, so there was no concern about her attire being noticed. Her outfit was

her weeding

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