Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0072

After a moment of hesitation, Violet picked up the jacket and quietly exited the room.

Holding the jacket, she made her way to Lucius’s room, telling herself she was merely returning it, and gently

knocked on the door.

After a prolonged silence, assuming Lucius wasn’t there, she turned to leave.

But then, the door suddenly opened. She felt a strong grip on her waist, and she was swiftly pulled inside.

Caught completely by surprise, Violet was pulled into the room without a chance to react.

In the dimly lit room, Violet struggled to see clearly. The man’s hot breath was scorching against her face, the

intensity was almost overwhelming. His strong arms pinned her shoulders to the wall, the heat from his palm

radiating through her.

“…”

She attempted to lift the jacket.

Lucius interrupted her by leaning in to kiss her.

“Mmmh!”

Startled, her eyes widened in disbelief, barely discerning his silhouette. His body was tense, and his kiss was

assertive. To prevent her from resisting, he even went so far as to grip her wrists, restricting her movements.

Initially, his kiss seemed like a form of retribution. But as their lips met, he found her unexpectedly sweet,

intensifying the kiss until a sharp pain on his tongue and the taste of blood brought him back to reality.

He withdrew abruptly.

moment, tried to push him away but found

she gasped for air, grateful she had bitten him,

she managed to say

to aggravate Lucius’s anger.

saying accusingly, “Choosing this time and in that dress to return my jacket,

had no

he wouldn’t believe her lack of

proposing, “What do you want? I admit you’ve

same as before, but you can stay in my bed until I

some, this might seem like an opportunity;

everyone is eager to be in your bed.

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jacket at him and left

breeze greeted her. It wasn’t cold, but she wrapped her arms around

her?

as the

harbor feelings for him? This was the man

belittled, attacked, and confined her–she was supposed to

turmoil, Violet continued wearing the stylish clothes

steer clear of Lucius, ensuring their

Violet, his

Violet were purely functional, speaking to her only as a master

of affairs, recognizing that

question.

to eat. The hot weather had sapped

a chilled fruit salad from

it was, the cold

that it was the day

abdominal pain. She struggled to ascend the stairs,

Lucius’s voice say,

weakly against the wall, unable to raise

her voice

pale, sweat–soaked face and feeling her alarmingly cold