Lucien’s POV
She was getting bolder. I wanted to know how far I could push her by replying to what I was thinking
The first thing that popped into my mind was to take her away from all this chaos, from this ho that every inch of made think about the mories she had with Raphael.
I knew he was her husband
I knew he was my nephew
I knew I definitely should not be thinking of abducting her
I knew for crying out loud he was sothing I could not easily erase from her life and had no right to
I fucking knew I should not be thinking about getting my cock in her pussy like a horny bastard. Honestly, I wasn’t the extre horny type. I had a healthy sex life true but Braelyn was different
There was sothing about her that made wonder if I was truly the psychopath everyone told I was. Soone should explain why when she parted those striking red lips that contrasted her black hair all I could think about was how those lips had wrapped around my cock or how sweet her moan sounded
Fuck it, Lucien. Think with your goddamn head and not the traitor twitching and pressing against your slacks.
I knew I believed it when they said a man’s biggest downfall could be a woman, but right now. I was starting to understand because I had t my downfall.
The one I knew would destroy but that didn’t scare or stop it only thrilled because I wanted to know how much she could wreck
The feeling of her warm, soft lips on mine was etched in my mory. A mont I wanted to relive a million tis
The mont Raphael walked in, I could read her like an open book she was. She thought she could easily shove off.
She froze. He still had an effect on her. This still felt wrong to her despite what he had done. It made wonder how much she loved him and how much he was a fool to taint her perfect devotion
I felt how the kitchen atmosphere shifted the mont the door creaked open. The way her body stiffened beneath my hands, the way her breath faltered against my mouth. I didn’t need to look to know who stood there. Only one person in this entire house made her react like a sinner caught in church.
Raphael.
My jaw clenched, but I didn’t pull away. If anything, the surge of possessiveness that ripped through made kiss her harder. Her fingers fluttered on my chest, that tiny internal war she kept trying to fight... but she didn’t push off. Not really. Not fully.
The only chance she had was the night we t; she should have never appeared before again, but she did. This was our twisted fate
My teeth sank into her lower lip. She shuddered, then whimpered into my mouth, a soft moan slipped out that shot more blood straight to my cock.
"Don’t you dare.." I growled, cussing my length which could not behave around her. But I could not bla her or myself....it was our damnation
And she didn’t. I kissed the spot I bit on her lower lip sucking it as she gasped and clutched onto until her lips were swollen
It was a punishnt for her recognising his presence when I was here, but it slowly shifted into sothing else, and I didn’t want to part with her lips. My hand clutched her hair, tugging it down to force her to open her mouth as her head tilted to .
Her mouth parted for , a small moan slipping out as my tongue found her.
The taste of her mouth. No matter how many kisses I had stolen from her lips, I wasn’t ant to kiss, I could never get used to how her not destroying sothing in each ti...
Oh God ... The little sanity I had was on the edge of breaking. The taste of her mouth made sothing dark and vicious unfurl in my chest. I kissed her like I wanted to devour the very breath out of her body.
Like Raphael wasn’t even worth the air in the room. Despite the way my sanity was being consud by her I was still painfully aware of everything happening in the room
Like my precious nephew who stood at the door stunned for a mont. It reminded of the night he walked into eating up her sweet flower.
He stayed, to my biggest shock, he didn’t lash out. The room temperature plumted but he was still calm. If I were him, a knife would have shoved in by now, but I could never be him.
There was no way that if Braelyn were mine fully, I would even give another guy the chance to kiss her in our kitchen. And I was glad he gave this chance.
He was a bigger psychopath than I thought. He calmly walked into the kitchen. He didn’t see us. Braelyn was still gasping under my lips. At first, she tried to fight the kiss but I wasn’t the only one who felt whatever forbidden lust that always remained between us
The bastard walked to the fridge as if he had just stepped into the kitchen for a late snack, not catching his wife on his kitchen aisle with my mouth down her throat. After a while, he picked a can from the fridge and then opened it
The sharp, fizzy hiss filled the tense silence with the scent of citrus. Raphael walked towards the counter, taking small gulps of the drink as he sat at the end of the counter, calmly sipping while helping himself to a doughnut from the box I brought.
His gaze didn’t leave us. An amused smirk I found almost infuriating remained on his lips, and honestly, I underestimated him.
He was watching like enjoying a show with his favourite snacks. Braelyn’s face turned red from lack of air, and I reluctantly parted her lips. I didn’t want her dying in .
The mont the kiss broke she didn’t even glance at . It was like she was painfully aware of him. I felt Braelyn’s attention snap away from instantly, her breath stumbling as she caught sight of him. Her pulse spiked under my hands complex emotions ran through her eyes
While Raphael smiled chewing his doughnut enjoying how she reacted
And yes it pissed off. Sothing twisted in and the thoughts of making him disappear because more tempting than they should
’ he isn’t worth it,’ my thoughts tried to remind , but I was starting to think otherwise.
I bit gently at the shell of her ear, drawing her back to , forcing her focus where it should be.
On and not that infuriating bastard.
"Really, Viper?" I murmured, my voice a low taunt against her skin. "He just cracks open a bottle and you forget I’m here?"
Her whole body trembled, caught between two magnets tearing her apart.
I slid my hand to her jaw, forcing her to look at , only . Even with Raphael sitting in my peripheral vision like he owned the room.
Her eyes were blown wide, lips swollen from my kiss, chest rising too fast. She was a perfect ss. My perfect ss.
"Eyes on ," I whispered, my thumb brushing her bottom lip the one I had bitten. "He’s irrelevant."
Raphael let out a small, amused hum at that, and I felt Braelyn flinch again.
I smirked my gaze locked with hers.
"You hear that?" I murmured, letting my lips barely touch her ear again, knowing Raphael could see every inch of it. "Even with him in the room... You still react only to ."
She shivered and God help . I love it, my cock even More..
"The doughnuts are truly delightful, Lucien..." Raphael finally chid after finishing his doughnut. "I hope I am not interrupting anything. " He chid. His hazel eyes were clear, but there was sothing else hidden in them.
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