"Turn around." Lucas's breathy voice echoes in my ear, his warm breath tickles my ear against the cold winter air that is seeping through the open window of his bedroom. I turn around slowly and meet his cold gaze, he reaches up and touches my cheek. I flinch at the coldness of his fingers. "Are you going to be a good girl?" He asks, Lucas pauses waiting for my answer. I shut my eyes close tight. I know I need this but do I want it? I take a deep breath and give him my answer. He grunts and pulls me onto the bed, he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. "Good."