Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 892

He looked like a predatory wolf. Her eyes darted to the corner of the room, where she saw Damon and an unfamiliar woman lying naked on the floor.

A shock went through her. Could it be… that Lucius planned to force himself on her?

Livia clenched her fists, trying to remain calm. "Lucius, we broke up."

"Broke up? It's not over until I say it is." He reached out to stroke her cheek, but she flinched back, dodging his touch.

"Why did you go to such lengths to have Damon trick me into coming here?" she asked, her voice wary.

"To fuck you," Lucius said bluntly, yanking her toward him.

Livia was forced to look up at him, her expression filled with disgust. "Don't you think you're repulsive?"

Her revulsion enraged Lucius. He tightened his grip on her wrist. "You think I'm repulsive? Or is it that I've fallen from grace? Whatever the reason, it's too late!"

With that, he swept her into his arms, threw her onto the sofa, and pinned her down.

The bodyguards silently exited the room.

"Lucius, don't make me despise you!" Livia struggled beneath him.

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