Chapter 94

Lucian chewed on the rib slowly, savoring it, his eyes locked on Natalie the entire time. The intensity of his gaze made Natalie's skin crawl. It was like… he wasn't eating a rib at all, but her instead. He must hate her now. He'd rescued her from the bar, and she'd practically thrown herself at him. She'd always known she couldn't hold her liquor. Back in college, she'd gotten drunk once and nearly ended up in trouble with some guy on the street. "So… nothing actually happened between us last night, right?" she asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper. "What else do you want?" he replied, tilting his head. Her eyes caught the neckline of his loungewear, and there it was—a stark, unmistakable bite mark on his neck. And her lips… were cut. Oh, God. What on earth had she done? "I'm sorry, Lucian," she said again. "Just stay away from me if something like this happens next time. That way, you won't get hurt." "You want there to be a next time?" "N-No." "Don't be so fo