"Let go, you scoundrel.''
''Tell me your name and I might consider letting go,'' Damien chuckled, leaning back on the door casually.
Lucas gritted his teeth. Like hell he was going to do that. He would not have done that under normal circumstances in the first place, let alone when things were like this. ''Dream on.''
Damien's brow twitched when the man in his arms struggled even harder till it seemed like he would hurt himself, hitting his limbs everywhere, ''Stop,'' a cold command shot from his throat like a habit.
But the man did not stop at all as if his command held no weight. Another first in his life. Well. Very well.
Amused and partly aggravated, Damien loosened his grip on the man rather carefully.
Lucas was panting at this point, his face was red, his eyes cold. He turned around, kicked the door and walked out but he had just taken a few steps when Damien blocked his path.
