CHAPTER 88: WANTING THE FORBIDDEN

Braelyn’s POV

It was the longest car ride ever. The air felt heavy and the road was endless. Lucien didn’t say anything, I was expecting a reaction from him but there was nothing

He was calm. Too calm, it made me nervous. His obvious bulge was still obvious. He has driven like it was nothing.

"Please stop staring at me like that." He sighed finally speaking. I averted my gaze from him.

"Sorry," I muttered. He clicked his tongue. "Sorry doesn’t solve everything." He said, still showing no intention of speaking to me for long.

I pursed my lips and tried to focus on the road but it was impossible. There was this thick sexual tension in the car we were both trying to ignore.

Lucien groaned, irritated at something, and I subconsciously pressed my legs together. I drew in a deep breath to numb the ache between my legs. I could handle this. I just had to breathe, and this would eventually be over.

I bit my teeth counting the buildings we drove past.

We slowly approached Raphael’s house.

We drove through the gates. My brows furrowed, noticing the new gate.

What happened to the last one? I wondered. Lucien found a spot to park. His gaze finally turned to me. "Good night." He chimed, he smiled at me. The smile felt forced.

I nodded about to leave. "Good night, Lucien," I said, reaching out for the door. But he held my hand and yanked me back. His face hovered over mine. My heart skipped a beat and I forgot to breathe.

Lucien’s face was barely an inch away. Our lips brushed, and I gasped, thinking he was going to kiss me. Heat rushed down my stomach to pool between my legs. He didn’t move closer and just stared at my lips.

The tension was electric and I could feel him restraining himself. His eyes looked like he was ready to take me right here, in front of my husband’s house but he didn’t act on it.

This position made it look like we were kissing when we weren’t. That’s when it clicked in my head. In the end, his lips pressed against my forehead, soft and lingering

"Don’t forget the picture." He reminded me just in time. I took it from his hand and then placed it in my bag.

I stepped out of the car still confused about his actions. Lucien drove out before I made it to the door. I glanced up and my breath hitched. A pair of calm hazel eyes was staring back at me.

"Raphael." I blurted without a second thought. His gaze flickered as he hummed before taking a drag of his cigarette. My eyes narrowed at him as I climbed up the steps.

He was smoking..that was weird because I could swear he gave up on smoking. Why was he smoking again? I wanted to ask, but that would make it seem like I care when I was just curious, nothing much.

It made sense why Lucien acted that way. Raphael was watching..I searched his eyes for any emotion. Jealousy or rage but there wasn’t anything in those eyes. His gaze was clear as pools. What did I expect from the man who didn’t bother to check on me for an entire week when I was admitted to the hospital?

I scoffed at that thought, clutched my bag she continued working

I walked past him. "You enjoyed your night?" he asked calmly, exhaling smoke.

I smiled then glanced at me.

"It has been forever since I felt alive like tonight." He chuckled at my words. Raphael threw the cigarette on the floor then stepped on it before stalking towards me.

His figure immediately towered over me. I staggered, almost losing my footing. His firm grip around my waist held me in place.

"He makes you feel alive." He asked, his expression still calm and serene. Those hazel eyes were completely dead.

I scoffed then yanked off his hold from my waist. "Isn’t that the same way she makes you feel?" I asked him and something finally flickered in his eyes.

"Yes, Lucien makes me feel alive. He makes life thrilling. You just can’t stand the thought of me being happy and alive." I snapped at him but his face still remained infuriatingly calm. He didn’t snap like that day at the funeral.

"Answer me, Raphael." I barked out loud, but still nothing. No reaction. I released a deep breath then smiled. I hated him, but he still affected my emotions this much. "Or are you disappointed that I didn’t die?" Something finally snapped

He pushed me against the wall, his hand slamming into my head. I flinched, fear made me tremble, "Don’t mention that ...." His Adam’s apple bobbled.

"I’m sorry Braelyn, I didn’t know you were allergic. I thought..." I gritted my teeth

"You thought what? I don’t want to hear your excuses. Even if you were making this house your little princess paradise you should have considered not adding the one flower I hated." he went silent once more. The calm returned to his eyes.

"Good night Braelyn. You should try to rest." He said instead then backed away. I was stunned but didn’t have any words to say.

I clutched the straps of my bag, then stormed away, not missing his last words. "Happy birthday Lynn..I hope you get your new wish."

I hissed. What will he do if he finds out that my wish involves ruining him?

I slammed the door behind me then switched on the lights. My eyes immediately flickered to the bed where a small box lay.

Curious, I walked up to the bed and then picked it up. I opened the box, and light flashed before my eyes. It was a diamond necklace that I had casually asked about months ago

I clicked my tongue then kept it by the side. Slowly stripped off my clothes. I need to take a cool shower after everything I’ve gone through.

I pulled off my blouse and my mind strayed back to Genny’s kitchen, remembering how his hand had wandered around my body.

The thought of that kiss made my nipples hard and ache in the bra cups. I hissed, pressing my legs together as I sat down on the bed.

My hand reached for one of my breasts pulling it out of the bra. I squeezed it gently trying to mimic his actions. It didn’t feel like his touch. Something was missing but I still fell back against the bed squeezing it imagining it was his large hands that were on me

A soft whimper escaped my lips..I had never done this before but I have been sexually frustrated for weeks now. I pinched my nipple hard while my finger snuck under my panties to circle my clit

It felt weird, oh ..."Lucien." I whispered, remembering the feeling of his tongue on my clit, lapping it slowly. I slowly slid into my folds whimpering at the intrusion while fondling my bosom.

I was on the edge but it felt very unsatisfying. I opened my eyes, still rocking on my finger. My gaze drifted to the door and I froze..

He was staring at me. Raphael was leaning

at the door carefully watching me with a hint of pure amusement in his gaze