Craved by the Wrong Volkov Chapter 27: His ruin

Lucien’s POV

She sprinted off like she was being chased and maybe she was. I was curious what she would ask for if she won didn’t expect she would waste it on sothing I was already keen on doing

I wondered if she suspected I let her win.

A sigh escaped my lips as I watched her back disappear into a corner until she disappeared. I could finally breathe.

She was completely caught up in her world, she didn’t seem to notice anything or the effect her proximity had on . Braelyn slept leaning against the entire ride, and for the first ti, I noticed her soft floral perfu.

It reminds of flowers after being wet by the rain. It was calming yet intoxicating at the sa ti

My body reacted in ways it couldn’t have. I hissed once more before approaching the stairs, ignoring the fact that I was so damn turned on my loins ached.

She didn’t even notice my discomfort the slightest. Her expression kept resurfacing in my mind. Her words didn’t match her actions.

She clearly still loved him but I couldn’t understand why. There was a spark of hope in her eyes. She probably slept wishing one day her husband would be back to the loving version she knew.

How wishful was she?

I took my first step up. The cold rails under my palm. Did she plan on forgiving him so easily?

My grip tightened on the stairs. Knuckles turning red, I was equally pissed off as I was turned on by the sa person. The viper has no idea how poisonous she was.

"So you are the reason she disappeared." I heard a familiar deep voice. His tone was tired and carried weight. Footsteps followed, his shoes cladding against the marble floor.

"She needed a break from this family. We all get tired when the weight is too heavy." I didn’t bother to turn. I knew who it was.

Silence followed but the presence was still there. "Was that why you disappeared?" Ronan asked bringing up what happened years ago I decided to quietly fade from their lives n

"Wasn’t that what you all wanted?" I asked, my back was still against the wall. I stared up at the end of the stairs.

"You all wanted the son of the woman who ruined your precious family gone, too bad I didn’t die." A soft sigh rang behind

"You should have at least seen him buried. He loved you more than any of us." Ronan answered evading the question. I nodded. The relationship between us was always complex.

I was barely a year older than his first son, just months apart. We never really saw each other as brothers. "Did he really love ?" I asked then continued up

At the top, before I turned, I knew he was still there. "You always hated the fact that Gregor brought in a mistress, but your son is doing the sa thing. Isn’t that ironic?"

His voice was always calm and collected. "This is different. The family needs an heir. You would not understand since you never value this family."

My fist clenched, knuckles turned white. How nice would it be to punch him in the face?

"I know this ticks you off but you should stay away from your nephew’s wife. I am just trying to hold this family together..."

"Maybe it’s ti we fall apart. Goodnight Brother." I cut him off with the sa calm and then strode off.

I went straight to my bedroom. The sa room I technically grew up in. My jacket was tossed aside. The bathroom door creaked open, and the lights flickered on.

I walked straight into the shower and then turned the faucet on. The cold water imdiately drenched , soaking my clothes. I didn’t know if the water was washing off the heat, the deadly cravings in or the rage burning my chest

It was for the family. I chuckled. Everything was always to protect the Volkov na. Once you weren’t useful to that na, you turned invisible.

The water kept on pouring for God knew how long, but the heat didn’t cease. The images of tonight’s events ca flooding into my mind.

She was fucking badass.

My fingers started unbuttoning my shirt, which was soon discarded on the tiled floor. The belt clanked, and soon my trousers followed, followed by every other clothing I had on, until it was just the water running over my skin.

My mber was throbbing. The veins on the cock lined up perfectly. It’s been a while since I got this excited. It was a sha she was Raphael’s wife, but thankfully, the jerk didn’t know what he had.

I gripped the base, the warmth against my palm. The cold sensation and pressure made hiss once more. I closed my eyes imagining how Braelyn could excellently handle .

She knelt before , the water drenching her hair as it stuck to her curves. The hair would have cascaded over her back down to her butt. From how perfect they were in that dress, I could only imagine what it looked like underneath.

So of her hair would have hung on her perfect tits. Her erald eyes, glossy as she held my cock, lips parted as she took in.

"Get a grip on yourself." I cussed, I might explode at this point. Was such a perfect image possible? My hand was working up my length. The rough touch left breathless, but it was nothing compared to the feel of her warm mouth, her tongue twirling over the tip, then down to the base, close to my balls, before working up again.

"Oh, Lynn." Her na slipped out before I realised. My pace increased. I could feel myself throb as I thickened.

I was already this close just by imagining her. It was a fantastic image. A mischievous look would probably be on her face each ti she made tremble and moan.

If she knew how much she could affect . Lucien Volkov would be done for. A deep groan vibrated from my throat mixed with a moan. My cock grew warr, as release grew close

Just a little bit more ..

I jerked, my cum warm against my palm. So spilt on the glass wall. My chest rose as I gasped for air heaving.

This was a dangerous ga. As much as it was fun, Lucien was never a man to grovel.

The sounds of the running shower were the only sounds heard in the bathroom.

I told myself it was just lust. But the more I tried to forget, the more she burned into . Braelyn Volkov, my nephew’s wife, was going to ruin .