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.

to push him away but found herself weak, sliding down

she had bitten

managed to

seemed to

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

you had no other motives.”

wouldn’t believe her lack of ulterior

“What do

You won’t be treated the same as before, but you can stay in my bed until I

some, this might seem like an opportunity; but for

eager to be in your

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threw the jacket at him

her. It wasn’t cold, but she wrapped her

his words stir such distress in her? Had she unwittingly fallen for

her head as the thought occurred to her.

she possibly harbor feelings for him? This was the man who had forced her into a

who had belittled, attacked, and confined her–she

her inner turmoil, Violet continued wearing the stylish clothes

clear of Lucius, ensuring their paths

with Violet, his attention solely on his

purely functional, speaking to her only as a master would

affairs, recognizing that any deeper connection with

question.

Violet headed downstairs to eat. The hot weather had sapped her

salad from

the cold dish had unexpected consequences.

fact that it was the day her menstrual cycle was

half an hour, she was wracked with severe abdominal pain. She struggled to ascend the stairs, finally collapsing in agony in a secluded part.of

an eternity, she heard Lucius’s

his presence, Violet leaned weakly against the wall,

of Grandma shortly,” she whispered, her voice quivering in

feeling her