Braelyn’s POV
"I can’t let go," Lucien said again, and this ti there was no teasing in his voice, no wicked amusent curling at the edges. The words landed heavily between us. My breath caught in my chest as I struggled to breathe..."Because sowhere along the way... I got addicted to this ga."
The wind shifted across the rooftop, cold enough to raise goosebumps along my arms, yet my skin burned like I was standing too close to a fire.
I told myself to step back, to laugh, to say sothing dismissive the way I always did with him. Instead, I stayed frozen, fingers tightening against the tablecloth as a strange, dangerous anticipation twisted low in my stomach.
His jaw flexed before he spoke again, slower now, like every word mattered.
"I can’t let go because I warned you on the night you took my cock into your tight pussy and ruined every other woman for ." His eyes locked onto mine. "And I can’t let go because I bloody fell in love with you, Braelyn. I’m done pretending this is just a ga."
For a mont, the world... stopped.
He loved . He said plainly he loved . Everything blurred into nothing, except for the loud, roaring sound of my heartbeat and his distant voice.
Lucien Volkov, the nace to society. The psychopath, the black sheep loved at first sight. I found it absurd to believe
Lucien Volkov didn’t love. He possessed, hunted and destroyed. The word or thought of love didn’t fit him. It didn’t belong anywhere near him. And yet the way he stood before . His shoulders had gone rigid, his gaze solely stayed on as he spoke those words. It made the denial stick uselessly in my throat.
My eyes were wide open, and I was beyond stunned. He backed away giving space to breathe but I knew he wasn’t giving the chance to run.
"I want you all to myself" he whispered like a promise. " I knew from the first night I saw you and kissed those addictive lips of yours. I was obsessed from that mont."
His shoulders dropped as he drew in a deep breath.."From then I knew even if I had to burn it all down. You will be mine in the end." He confessed then just stared at .
My heartbeat slamd so violently it actually hurt. Fear rose first, choking my chest, because this confession was the last thing I expected from him. He knew it was hard and dangerous and yet he brought it. Lucien never cared about social norms.
And God help ... beneath the fear, sothing dark and traitorous unfurled because so twisted, broken part of was happy.
That didn’t change the fact that this confession terrified . My pulse races and my breath cos shallow. How was I ant to feel standing in front of a man who promised ruin like it was devotion?
"You..." My voice finally worked, though it ca out like a whisper "You don’t love . It is just a ga to you. " His eyes darkened with sothing dangerous, then his lips curled slightly. In a dangerous way that made my legs tremble and my throat dry.
How could a smirk feel so seductive?
"It is just a ga to ." He repeated amused. "Oh, if this were a ga," he murmured. "Then explain this ridiculous feeling that burns in that makes want to break the hands of any man who touches you."
"The feeling that gives peace only when I am next to you. Dear Lynn I just don’t want you, I want to be beside you always...I am bloody fighting the urge to take you away from all this chaos. " he hissed.
My stomach dropped. I wanted to say it was a lie but the look in his eyes wouldn’t let . "That’s not love Lucien. That’s an obsession" I said carefully.
His gaze didn’t falter. "Love and obsession, what is the difference?" He asked, his voice made shudder. His fingers brushed my cheeks gently like he was touching sothing delicate.
"Lucien... this is insane," I whispered, forcing the words out past the tightness in my throat. "You’re my uncle-in-law. This is wrong. Completely wrong. We shouldn’t even be here." I stated my voice trembled.
I was trying to force our reasoning because I knew how I felt. We shouldn’t be doing this. "This was ant to be a ga, but you said love wasn’t ant to be involved. " I tried to fight back with his words. Lucien remained unfazed.
"You really want to use that excuse now?" he asked quietly and my heart skipped a beat.
"Yes," I said, though the word trembled. "You were the one who made the rule." I deadpanned.
He stepped closer and I instinctively stood up scared to face him. He crowded my space. He caught my waist and in a quick motion the table was swept clean and I was pinned on it. Forced to sit between his arms while his eyes burned into mine.
"If I had told you from the start I was interested in you in a way that ant more would you have agreed?" He asked and I was instantly lost for words but my silence was enough answer I wouldn’t have played along
"I thought as much. " he clicked his tongue. "I was bloody drawn to you from the start, the ga was all an excuse to be close," he admitted.
"I thought that would be enough but the closer I was the more I craved," he said slowly leaning to my ears to whisper. His breath fanned on the sensitive skin of my lobes. "It wasn’t enough then I knew unless I had it all I would never be satisfied.." he said straight to my ears and my entire body trembled.
"Stop fighting it. I know you also want ." He said and my eyes shot open as my head snapped to him.
"Braelyn," he said softly, "if you truly wanted gone... you wouldn’t have that look in your eyes.. ."
My heart slamd hard. "What look?," I blurted out.
His fingers lifted and brushed lightly against my wrist. The touch was barely there. It still felt like lightning. "Like you are just waiting for to destroy you"
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