{"id":266085,"date":"2026-07-18T23:58:11","date_gmt":"2026-07-18T20:58:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/lucian-fiona-cole\/"},"modified":"2026-07-18T23:58:11","modified_gmt":"2026-07-18T20:58:11","slug":"lucian-fiona-cole","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/lucian-fiona-cole\/","title":{"rendered":"Lucian – Fiona Cole"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My brows furrowed as I looked closer, searching for signs of how it made me feel, because when I turned inward, conflicting emotions pulled me in opposite directions, threatening to rip me in half. Part of me remembered this feeling. I remembered how much I liked it. Another part remembered the plummeting sensation when the eagerness, hope, and joy were ripped away. I remembered never wanting to feel that again. I remembered promising myself I wouldn\u2019t. But I\u2019d never been in a situation that came close to making me even think about those feelings.<\/p>\n

I never allowed myself to. Until Aspen. Standing there, finding hints of my old self felt a lot like reaching into the fire, hoping to not get burned. No. No. I stepped away. I couldn\u2019t get burned if I never got close enough. Shaking myself back to reality, I combed my fingers through my hair and pulled my shoulders back, slipping into the calm, control of a Dominant. I had a submissive who\u2019d performed beautifully tonight.<\/p>\n

It was my job to take care of her after\u2014nothing more. All the rushing around had nothing to do with feelings and everything to do with the relationship we agreed upon. Despite my bravado, my heart still thundered in my chest when I found her curled into a ball with her eyes closed, clutching the pillow to her chest as if searching for something to hold onto to keep herself grounded.<\/p>\n

She complained when I pried the pillow from her grip, but I assured her she didn\u2019t need the pillow when I was right there. \u201cOkay,\u201d she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck as I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. \u201cI\u2019m going to undress you now,\u201d I explained, sitting her on the bathroom counter. While I didn\u2019t explain myself when we played, I knew how much she liked knowing what came next, so I took the time to tell her about each step in aftercare.<\/p>\n

It helped her relax and avoid spiraling into sub drop. Her amber eyes locked on mine as I bared her soft skin and lush curves.<\/p>\n

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Cover Designer: Indie Girl, Inc. Interior Design: Indie Girl, Inc. Editing: Kelly Allenby, Readers Together No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.<\/p>\n

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, or locales is entirely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com To Amy. Because who else would I dedicate a spanking book to other than a woman who got a handshake from a man after you spanked him? This spank is for you. OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Chapter 1 LUCIAN Chapter 2 ASPEN Chapter 3 LUCIAN Chapter 4 LUCIAN Chapter 5 ASPEN Chapter 6 ASPEN Chapter 7 ASPEN Chapter 8 ASPEN Chapter 9 ASPEN Chapter 10 LUCIAN Chapter 11 ASPEN Chapter 12 LUCIAN Chapter 13 LUCIAN Chapter 14 ASPEN Chapter 15 LUCIAN Chapter 16 ASPEN Chapter 17 LUCIAN Chapter 18 ASPEN Chapter 19 LUCIAN Chapter 20 ASPEN Chapter 21 LUCIAN Chapter 22 ASPEN Chapter 23 ASPEN A bonus just for you!<\/p>\n

About the Author Also by Fiona Cole OceanofPDF.com F CHAPTER 1 LUCIAN or the third time in an hour, I looked up from the report, pretending the dry facts were to blame and not the hope of seeing Aspen walk through the door. I should have stayed at the office, but as the minutes had ticked by, the collar of my shirt grew tighter until I had to remove my tie.<\/p>\n

Yet, I struggled to sit still, eyeing the clock in anticipation of the day\u2019s end. By two, I gave up and headed home, promising Vic, my right-hand man, that I\u2019d take the reports he\u2019d collected and go over them. When he quirked his brow, unused to me leaving early, I\u2019d explained it away as needing a change of scenery, unwilling to admit that I was heading home so I could be here when Aspen arrived.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t want to sound like I was eager to welcome her home like some loving husband\u2014because I wasn\u2019t. Despite having dreamed of that life before Emily doused me with a bucket of cold reality, I didn\u2019t crave that kind of na\u00efve domesticity anymore, like I had growing up. No, if anything, I wanted to be here when she arrived to ensure she returned\u2014and stayed. Not just to collect her belongings and walk out.<\/p>\n

After our argument the night before, doubts plagued me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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