Braelyn’s POV
His bulge was still pressed against my aching core. My brain couldn’t process much of what was happening, and my smile grew more cruel at his creative punishnt.
"How... does that feel?" he asked softly, almost lazily, like he already knew the answer.
I swallowed, too humiliated to speak. My mouth opened, then closed, and I lowered my gaze further, unable to admit just how twistedly thrilled I was, how much I had craved this punishnt, how desperate I’d been for him.
His smirk grew, the faintest curl of his lips visible under the mask. "It was perfect, wasn’t it?" he murmured. "Exactly how a bad Viper should feel exposed, needy, trembling, and utterly yours... even when I don’t touch you."
His words struck .
I tried to clench my legs instinctively which was hopeless since he had my legs wrapped around his waist.
My core aches for more, for his touch that wasn’t replaced by an inadequate instrunt. He made rember hope. I imagined his fingers, his mouth, the heat of him pressing into , and this was enough to finally send tumbling over the edge.
I couldn’t answer. Words would betray . I was too ashad to admit how much I had wanted this, how much I had wanted him. My body still ached, still begged silently.
"Answer ," he pressed, his voice calm but edged with power.
I shook my head, unable to form words, my eyes dropping instinctively to the floor.
He chuckled, low and satisfied, the sound reverberating through the room. " Glad you are learning exactly how twisted you can be."
His gaze told one thing. I was his to observe, to punish, to break and rebuild in ways I didn’t fully understand yet and part of craved every second of it.
After my punishnt Lucien let take a shower. The beads of warm water next to my core didn’t help with the ache. Worse, while I soaked in the tub, he wasn’t far away.
Lucien stood in the glass shower not far away stroking himself. He wasn’t facing but I heard every grunt and moan. I saw how his body tensed and relaxed. It made wonder if he was thinking of too.
That was twisted. It was like another punishnt altogether. In the end, I could not stay till the end. I left the tub before he was done and went back to the bedroom
Before he walked out of the bathroom with his hair damp and a towel tied on his waist, I was already dressed in one of his oversized shirts lying under the sheets with my eyes closed, although sleep was far from .
I felt his gaze linger on for a while before he moved. His footsteps shifted towards the wardrobe. I heard him shuffling through clothes.
Shortly after the space beside on the bed dipped. His pheromone and presence shrouded imdiately as he lay there. Thankfully, he didn’t hold because I didn’t know if I could bear that with how sensitive my body was.
It was the longest night ever. I could barely sleep the entire night. The ache didn’t go away, and sleeping next to didn’t help either.
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Slanting sunrays poked my eyes. My brows furrowed, I tried to ignore them and continue sleeping, but who was I kidding? My eyes slowly opened, and dark circles ford on my face from the lack of sleep
I glanced to the side of the bed and found it completely empty. The sheets were cold to the touch. Lucien must have gotten out of bed earlier.
I forced myself to get ready for work. After showering, a complete set of brand new clothes was already waiting for . I quickly got ready and then headed downstairs.
The villa looked even more beautiful due to the day. It was already 10 am, and I was already freaking late, which didn’t bother much.
My heels clicked softly against the stairs as I climbed. At the foot of the stairs, I could hear Lucien’s voice; he seed to be busy on a phone call. I tracked down his voice and found myself in the dining area
Lucien was seated at the table having breakfast while on a phone call with a middle-aged lady serving him. He noticed imdiately I stepped in a gave a curt smile
He looked kind of boyish, and all the terrifying dominant energy from last night was gone, as if he were a different person. He didn’t look the slight hung over despite drinking so much last night
"Good morning Miss." The housekeeper chid once she saw pulling out a seat for her. "Good morning." I chid before settling into my seat.
She gave her best smile and quickly served my breakfast. Lucien’s phone call seed to have gone on forever. He was speaking a Slavic language throughout and was pretty fluent in it
The Volkov family, without a doubt, had Slavic roots. I have heard Raphael speak sotis but I didn’t understand the language. It dealt more with the fact that I was too lazy to learn
I chewed my food slowly trying to enjoy the al instead of cursing Lucien for keeping up the entire night.
"You look like a panda, Viper." That was the first thing he said after sliding his phone on the table once he hung up. My brows twitched, he didn’t even bother with a good morning.
"How observant of you." I hissed, and he actually chuckled, then started to eat. What was so funny?
"You kind of look adorable with black eyes tho." He chid, and I snapped a glare at him, which only made him smile wider.
"Whose fault is it that I will be going to work looking like a panda?" My teeth were gritted.
He signalled the housekeeper to give us the room, which she obliged to.
Lucien smirked, giving a side glance. "You are still pretty concerned, because you want to destroy the company." He sneered before adding. "This is all your fault for acting brave."
He was truly insufferable. Before I could retort my phone started ringing. I noticed it was Juliet. I frowned, sensing sothing off.
I picked up the call and Juliet’s voice drifted to my ears. "Good morning, ma’am," she started and quickly explained the situation. In the end, I didn’t know if I should smile or laugh when she said that.
"Voss Corporation was sabotaged. Miss Sinclair is making a scene and your attention is needed imdiately "My body went cold
I should be happy Alia’s project was mysteriously sabotaged but there was this chill I didn’t like. Soone was going to be blad for it.
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