Chapter 389 – Roleplay, Not Conquest
Sira threw her head back and laughed, full-bodied, unapologetic. "Damn. All people wants to sleep with him now."
Lux tilted his head, smirk sharpening as his eyes glittered with that infuriating mix of innocence and sin. "Well," he said smoothly, spreading his hands as if conceding to the universe, "I'm irresistible. I could understand that."
The dining room hummed with low heat now—not just from the food or the chandelier glow, but from the women around him. Pride, curiosity, hunger, irritation, affection—all swirling together like different vintages of wine poured into one crystal decanter.
Ariel shifted in her chair, cheeks still pink, but there was the faintest smile ghosting her lips when she looked at Lux. Like despite everything, despite the shame, despite the pearl on the table that was proof of her exploitation—he made her feel safe.
Lux caught it. Of course he did. He caught everything.
