Lucien POV
Her lipstick was still smeared on my throat when the photo leaked.
She was on top of me in the shot. Half-covered in my sheets. Her back bare. My hand gripping her hip like it belonged there.
They didn't see her face, but I did.
Eyes heavy. Lips parted. That cocky little smile she always gave me after she came hard and tried to pretend she wasn't in love with me.
It wasn't meant to be seen. It wasn't even meant to exist.
And now the whole world had it.
PR calls came in first. Then lawyers. Then my mother.
I let the phone ring. Still had the taste of her on my tongue.
They're calling her a whore on the internet.
Calling me reckless. Soft. A man who gave everything up for a woman who came from nothing.
If they only knew.
I didn't give it up. I threw it away for her. Happily.
Because she's not just good in bed. She's not just a scandal.
She's the only person I've ever wanted to sin for.
I wasn't even supposed to fall for her.
I was born with a bloodline, not a life. Raised to marry legacy. Build empire. Smile, nod, dominate, inherit.
But she didn't care about any of that.
Anri fucking Sevilla.
Nurse-turned-actress. Mouth like a switchblade. Laugh like trouble. Walked into my world like she didn't need it. Took me apart without even trying.
I didn't even know her name the first time she kissed me. She never asked for mine.
She just kissed me in the dark, in a city neither of us were supposed to stay in, and let me press her against the wall like we had no past, no future, just this—her thighs tight around my waist and her voice in my ear saying don't stop.
So I didn't.
Not then. Not now.
They want me to fix this. Apologize. Distance myself. Let the headlines eat her alive.
Not happening.
I'd do it again.
I'd fuck her again in that exact same bed, in that same goddamn light, knowing the camera was there.
Knowing it would go viral. Knowing it would burn every inch of the life I was born into.
Because with her, I was just... me.
Not a name. Not an heir. Not a pawn.
Just hers.
And if loving her costs me my legacy, my family?
Let it burn.
But leave her to me.
Because no one touches what's mine.