CHAPTER 122: INFURIATING BASTARD

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 home that every inch of me made me think about the memories 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 something 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 extreme horny type. I had a healthy sex life true but Braelyn was different

There was something about her that made me wonder if I was truly the psychopath everyone told me I was. Someone 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 met my downfall.

The one I knew would destroy but that didn’t scare me or stop me it only thrilled me because I wanted to know how much she could wreck me

The feeling of her warm, soft lips on mine was etched in my memory. A moment I wanted to relive a million times

The moment Raphael walked in, I could read her like an open book she was. She thought she could easily shove me off.

She froze. He still had an effect on her. This still felt wrong to her despite what he had done. It made me 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 moment 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 me made me kiss her harder. Her fingers fluttered on my chest, that tiny internal war she kept trying to fight... but she didn’t push me off. Not really. Not fully.

The only chance she had was the night we met; she should have never appeared before me 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 blame 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 me until her lips were swollen

It was a punishment for her recognising his presence when I was here, but it slowly shifted into something 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 me.

Her mouth parted for me, 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 meant to kiss, I could never get used to how her not destroying something in me each time...

Oh God ... The little sanity I had was on the edge of breaking. The taste of her mouth made something 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 consumed 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 moment. It reminded me of the night he walked into me eating up her sweet flower.

He stayed, to my biggest shock, he didn’t lash out. The room temperature plummeted but he was still calm. If I were him, a knife would have me shoved in me 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 me 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 me.

The moment the kiss broke she didn’t even glance at me. It was like she was painfully aware of him. I felt Braelyn’s attention snap away from me 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 me off. Something twisted in me and the thoughts of making him disappear because more tempting than they should

’ he isn’t worth it,’ my thoughts tried to remind me, but I was starting to think otherwise.

I bit gently at the shell of her ear, drawing her back to me, forcing her focus where it should be.

On me 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 me, only me. 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 mess. My perfect mess.

"Eyes on me," 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 me."

She shivered and God help me. I love it, my cock even More..

"The doughnuts are truly delightful, Lucien..." Raphael finally chimed after finishing his doughnut. "I hope I am not interrupting anything. " He chimed. His hazel eyes were clear, but there was something else hidden in them.