Page 57 of King of Rage

Clinging to that possibility, Stella carefully slipped out of his arms and eased herself out of bed. She bent down to retrieve her clothes from the floor, then hurriedly pulled them on, still trying not to make a sound.

She was just fastening the last button of her dress when his voice broke the silence.

“Stella, what are you doing?”

She froze.

Then she turned around.

Lucius was awake, propped up on one elbow, his head resting against his hand as he watched her from the bed. A smug smile curved his lips.

Chapter 10 I’ve Heard Some News

“Since when have you been watching me?” she demanded, embarrassment creeping into her voice.

“Since you got out of bed.”

Stella's eyes widened.

He had been watching her the entire time she was getting dressed?

Heat rushed to her face. She quickly looked away, tugging at the hem of her dress in an attempt to regain her composure.

Lucius noticed her embarrassment, and his smile widened. He shrugged casually against the pillows.

“Last night, we did much more than touch and kiss each other. Have you forgotten about that?”

“Lucius!”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her reaction. “What's wrong with watching you? It's not like it's my first time.”

Stella's cheeks grew even warmer.

Her embarrassment quickly turned into irritation. He was being so damn smug about everything, acting as though he had every right to tease her when she was already struggling to process what had happened between them.

Before she could say another word, Lucius patted the empty space beside him.

“Come back to bed.”

“No.”

“Aren't you tired?” he asked, stretching lazily beneath the sheets. “Come on. Let's do it again.”

He pulled the covers down just enough to reveal more of his bare chest, deliberately tempting her with the body she had always found impossible to resist.

For one treacherous second, Stella nearly gave in.

Lucius caught the hesitation in her eyes, and his smile turned even more satisfied.

She immediately looked away.

“Stop it,” she muttered, turning her back to him.

Lucius chuckled under his breath but didn't press her further.

Instead, he let his gaze wander around the room.

Photographs of Stella were everywhere. Framed pictures stood on her dresser, more decorated the walls, and several smaller photographs occupied the bedside table. Even the scent of the room seemed to belong entirely to her.