Craved by the Wrong Volkov Chapter 5: Uncle in law

Braelyn’s pov

Two wrongs don’t make a right, my mind was telling to go for it.

I should have kissed him, but I could not. An image of Raphael flashed through my eyes and then I froze.

"Sorry, but I have to get back ho before it’s too late." That was the silly excuse I used to escape.

I didn’t stop running until I got to the car and drove out. My heart raced with a strange excitent. It didn’t an anything, I was just emotionally vulnerable at the mont—all excuses.

Past midnight the car slowed down. My eyes fell on the place I called ’ Ho.’ The one I built with Raphael but he was tearing it apart. The building that gave peace was my sense of dread.

Was this still my ’ ho’? I shook my head, combing through my hair with my fingers before a shaky breath escaped. Enough of thinking, I just needed to sleep on this tonight. My brain was already exhausted.

The alcohol effects were slowly slipping in. With shaky hands, I reached for the door and stepped out, slamming the door behind . The walk to the main door felt endless, and my body kept stumbling.

The door was pulled open and I stepped in, making my way to my bedroom, but I barely made it past the living room. The air still reeked of scented oils and candles which I had arranged earlier for Raphael and . The rose petals were scattered everywhere.

Raphael has not bothered to ask the maids to clean it up. Why would he when he was busy slamming into Alia’s pussy like there was no tomorrow? She squird and trembled under him right there in the sitting room.

The room was chaotic and reeked of sweat and so eroticism mixed in from their moans and cries. They must have fucked on almost every surface here.

"Don’t stop, no matter what don’t.... Oh, Raphael fuck harder." She moaned loudly, her hands gripping his thick, dark locks that reminded of caral.

"I don’t plan on stopping for anything." My ’ husband’ said excitedly, thrusting into another woman.

"Yes fuck better than you had ever fucked Lynn." Her voice was raspy from moaning.

He groaned, "Stop talking too much!!" He groaned and flipped her over before slamming into her pussy from behind.

Alia’s moans grew louder, she clearly preferred this position. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other grew louder, mixed with her cries and moans.

They did not notice standing close to the entrance. They were in their own little world. My eyes stung with daggers being thrown at my heart.

I could not bear to watch but was too exhausted to even bark at them. At least they should have used one of the several bedrooms in this estate.

Instead, they chose a position they knew I would see. Was Raphael trying to show how much he loved to fuck his ’ sister.’ when he couldn’t touch ?

I sniffed, my body trembling slightly. Then I turned and slipped away like the intruder in my own ’ ho.’ This was not my ho anymore but a cage ant to torture . Alia wasn’t the girl he saw as a sister, but his treasured lover, whom he destroyed our little ho for.

******

The sprinkler alarm went off, and my eyes opened when the cold water from the sprinklers woke up. It was already dawn.

Crap! My body ached badly. I managed to sit up on the back seat grabbing my waist that was crying due to the uncomfortable position I slept in last night.

I felt like shit.

I reached out for the door, then stepped out of the car carrying my bag. "Ouch." A sharp hiss rang. My back was protesting.

A fleeting view of my reflection passed on the tinted car window. Black eyes, pale face and hair that looked like a bird nest.

That was my reward for crying myself to sleep in the car’s backseat, and even a strand of my hair was stuck in my mouth with several others sticking to my face. Not the graceful appearance I wanted.

"Good morning ma’am." The maids greeted at the door. It was a miracle they could recognise . They were cleaning up the ss from last night.

My ears perked up hearing soft laughter and chatter, making my face scrunch up to an ugly expression. Soone was in an awfully good mood after banging my husband last night.

I walked through the foyer, my eyes catching the appearance of Alia and Raphael, who were in robes, having coffee. Was that my robe she was wearing? Alia was chattering while Raphael stood at the window making a phone call.

They both saw . He glanced away to stare outside the window, which seed more interesting, while Alia, being a bitch comnted on my appearance.

"Oh, there you are. You missed out last night, a true Sha. You do look like you went through a lot." She laughed.

I didn’t glance at her and stord up the stairs.

"I wouldn’t go to the master’s bedroom if I were you.." she added, which I should have listened to because what the hell happened here.

The room was in shambles. How wild was their night? This was annoying, I turned around, bumping into Raphael, who I clearly didn’t know was behind . He slled like her perfu.

"Please move away." I shoved him off, and he grabbed my hand and pulled close. His nose crooked on my neck. What the hell was happening here?

"You reek of alcohol. What were you up to last night?" His baritone voice was threateningly low, sending chills down my spine. Was he mad?

I yanked off my hand, my eyes glaring at him. "Why do you care?"

Raphael’s hand clenched his gaze sharply.

"And you were against the open marriage. How believable." He scoffed before groaning and tugging his hair. He didn’t look like soone who had the ti of his life last night.

I scoffed at him, about to leave, when his voice delivered unexpected news, stopping in my tracks. "Grandpa died last night. We are travelling for his funeral."

This was just perfect.

We had to leave for the funeral imdiately despite wanting to be far away from Alia and Raphael.

I tried not to think too much about her presence; the only reason I ca along wasn’t because I was Mrs Volkov, but Raphael’s grandfather was an old friend of my father.

The entire trip to the Volkov family ho was, at the very least, bearable. Alia stuck to Raphael like glue and I was clearly the third party. Since she was a close family friend, it was natural that she ca to the funeral.

The estate was luxurious with several cars lined up. It seed like we were the last to attend. We got out of the car and made our way to the main entrance. Alia could not just stop chattering.

"It’s more beautiful than the last ti I was here." She ntioned holding his arm tightly. I clicked my tongue and walked past them inside..

The sitting room was filled with Raphael’s relatives all busy chatting about the funeral. They didn’t notice when I stepped in. No one ever does. I quietly sat in a corner and watched them.

Next, Raphael and Alia ca in, and everyone made sure to notice them. It was hard to ignore Alia’s bubbly confident presence.

"Aunty," she chid excitedly, running towards the couch where my mother-in-law was seated. It wasn’t far from where I sat. They had a heartwarming reunion.

"Alia my dear. You look stunning." His mother replied, hugging her tightly before she turned to Raphael.

They still didn’t notice and were chattering around, it has always been this way.

In the past, I thought it was because they knew Alia longer than I, but now I was seeing the signs I had missed. His father wasn’t around.

"How annoying," I muttered, then tried to distract myself with my phone.

Everyone seed excited when Alia ca, forgetting the wife. The joyful atmosphere suddenly went stale like the devil walked in and maybe he did.

"Guess who finally shows up." Soone gasped.

I glanced away from my phone to see what was happening. That’s when I saw him.

He looked a bit like Raphael but carried a sense of danger. Dressed in a leather jacket and black jeans, his hair was dishevelled. His hazel eyes were shining with defiance with a taunting smirk.

So tattoos were peeking on his neck. He held a helt in his hand and an aura that spoke of rebellion shrouded him. He looked familiar but I could not pinpoint where we t.

"Hi Natalia," he chid, addressing my mother-in-law with a disrespectful tone. She scoffed ignoring him as she pulled Alia away.

Raphael’s gaze locked with his, sothing deadly lingering in it.

"It’s been a while, Ralph. Sorry, I missed your wedding." He chid; that was four years ago.

His eyes darted around the room until they fell on , then he smiled. Raphael didn’t like the fact.

I have never t him before, and there was only one mber of the Volkov family I hadn’t t who didn’t attend my wedding.

Approaching footsteps from the stairs stopped, then Raphael’s father’s voice chid.

"You are late, Lucien. At least you showed up this ti."

He pried his eyes from , then stared at my father-in-law with a smug look.

"I am not that late, brother, after all your son just arrived."

And then it clicked Lucien Volkov. The black sheep of the Volkov family. Raphael’s uncle, the sa age as him. Why did it feel like we had t before?