CHAPTER 90: WE ARE BOTH SHAMELESS

Raphael’s POV

I should not have wandered towards her room. I know that but my feet ended up walking in that direction.

I wanted to ask her if she was truly serious about Lucien. She could be with anyone but not him. Braelyn had to understand but she refused to.

God, I sounded selfish and stupid, but I could not help it. I was hopeless. My feet stopped at the stairs that headed up, my gaze darted around the foyer until it was drawn to the hallway leading to the master’s bedroom on the ground floor. Her bedroom.

My jaw clenched, a lump formed in my throat remembering the images Lucien sent. She looked truly happy in those pictures. He could really make her happy but that left a burning feeling I didn’t like...

Raphael Volkov was slowly losing his mind, or maybe I already had. How could I explain why I still opened the door to her bedroom after hearing her sultry voice? Her soft moans. I had an idea what she was doing. My feet have frozen for a moment unable to believe it because it was unlike Braelyn

She wasn’t the type to do something like this but when I stepped into her room. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal and that soft jasmine scent that clung to her because of her shampoo.

Braelyn was sprawled on her bed. Her hair spiralling around like an ancient map. She moaned out his name. Not once or even twice. I smiled at the realisation....it was deeper than I thought.

Her hand was massaging one of her bosoms, playing and toying with those red nipples. I knew far too much about what they tasted like. Her toes curled as she clumsily tried to make herself come.

It was cute and amusing to know she was driven to this point, and I didn’t want to admit it, but the sight stole my breath. I didn’t want to look away even though I shouldn’t be here in the first place..

Her eyes were closed, and the look of frustration and pleasure was written on them. She could not work herself properly. At times I forget how pure and naive she was. He was already rubbing off on her soul...my eyes darkened at that thought

She gasped, eyes going wide on realising I was watching her. I saw several emotions go through those green eyes, shock, anger, disgust, confusion they all made my stomach twist but there was one look that she tried to hide that was hidden underneath the mask she wore

Desire, dark one. The type she didn’t want to accept. A part of me knew it wasn’t because of me, it was because of how similar he seemed at times. That desire she had in her eyes was for him and she probably hated herself for it

But ...a thought crept into my mind. What if the reason she was drawn to him was because of that subtle familiarity? I didn’t want to get ahead of myself but the thought thrilled me.

"If I barge into your little affair with your mistress, would you be comfortable with it?" She hissed her sharp dagger pierce where they were meant to hit but my smile didn’t falter.

I could not help but laugh, it was short and hearty. "A threesome would feel magical Braelyn. I will be more than welcoming to the idea."

She didn’t like what I said. One thing was certain if she wasn’t willing to share, it meant she still cared for me. The feelings still lingered.

She bit her cheek hard enough for me to notice, her jaw trembling as if holding back a scream. The sound that tore from her lips was bitter with sharp edges.

"You’re unbelievable," she spat, clutching the sheets against her chest like armour. "You make my skin crawl." Lies, if that were true, her face would not be flushed.

Her breath wouldn’t be haggard like she was struggling to breathe. She was still turned on and I could only imagine how wet she was.

God, she was breathtaking when she was angry. The sickening thought of finding out truly thrilled me.

The words rolled right off me as I let out a low chuckle, eyes tracing the lines of the delicate frame of her body. I could clearly see those nipples, which were so aroused they peaked out of the covers, begging to be touched, but not her own touch.

"You’ve said that before," I murmured, stalking towards her bed. "Your mouth says one and your body clearly another. I can smell your arousal all the way from here ."

Her breath hitched. She forced a lump down her throat. "You wouldn’t be still turned on in the presence of someone who makes your skin crawl." Her eyes flickered as if she was slowly realising something she dreaded.

She became more wary like the devil was before her. She forgot something. The devil she knew was better than the angel she didn’t.

Every step I took forward, closing the distance, I could feel the tension thickening. My skin tingled as if my hands could already brush over her skin.

The space she had left between us shrank and the air shifted when I moved.

She tensed instantly. "Stay right there," she warned. Her voice tried to sound steady, but I heard the tremor, the break beneath it. "Don’t come any closer, Raphael, before..." The way my name sounded from her lips. Soft and breathless like a moan made my groin twitch.

Fuck...

I clenched my fist, still keeping the smile. "Before what Braelyn?" I asked her, leaning towards the edge of her bed. I stopped, close enough to see the wild rise and fall of her chest.

"Are you scared you don’t hate me as much as you want, or worse, can’t find the heart to truly hate the man you married?" Her jaw clenched. Nail dug into her skin. She was completely wrecked but no less alluring

My lips curved, though it wasn’t quite a smile. "Relax, Braelyn," I said softly, keeping my tone calm. "I’m just watching the woman who can’t decide if she hates me... or wants to burn with me." I slowly climbed up the bed, closing up the distance as my frame loomed over him.

She could try running but the stubborn look in her eyes wanted to prove something.

Her eyes flashed with complex emotions. I could pick a few, fury, shame and something else she’d never admit. She clutched the sheet tighter, like that could hide the truth pulsing in the air between us.

Her lips parted but she failed to find the words. My fingers brushed over her cheeks. I slowly leaned down until our breath mingled. "Don’t tell me I left you speechless."

She hissed. "I am not scared of you Raphael." My lips quivered, completely amused. She tilted her chin defiantly.

"I never said you should." I hummed, as my hands slowly crawled under the sheets over her legs. She pressed her thighs together immediately. I smiled leaning down to press a kiss on her thigh before a bit of her

She gasped, almost shuddering from the intense feeling. Her legs weakened and I finally moved my hand close to her panties that were completely drenched with her juice. Her face reddened shame written all over

I smirked, brushing my fingers over her labia. "We are both fucking shameless Braelyn. Just accept it. " I stated, circling her clit watching her shiver with pleasure. She had been on the edge all night. Just a bit of stimulation made her come so hard she would hate herself forever for this.

She gritted her teeth then gathered every strength she could muster.

Slap. Her hands ran over my cheek. I was shocked, or even angry, if anything, it made me glad. She was stronger than I thought.

"I am nothing like you." She snarled

I smiled at her, bringing my finger coat with her arousal. "That makes me more than glad. Don’t let him or me break you." I said before bringing my fingers to my mouth to lick off her juice.

Damn, she tasted better than I remembered. Her eyes zeroed in on me, disbelief written all over. I backed away.

"I can see you don’t need my help but a warm shower will help." I chimed slowly getting off the bed. Her eyes drew to my groin. She saw how turned on I was.

My dick ached for her, but I wasn’t going to force her. That would only push her away.

"You are a shameless bastard." She scoffed at me

"I never denied the allegations, dear wife." I turned towards the door. Jaw clenched, using my every willpower to walk out this moment because if I lingered longer, this facade would break soon, and my dick would be buried so deep in her that her legs wouldn’t work the next day.

My cock twitched agonizingly against my trousers at the thought of that. "Enjoy your 25th birthday night Lynn." I managed to say before closing the doors behind me

My hand brushed through my hair cursing myself as I strode towards the stares. I heard soft movement shuffle on the floor. Amelia stood there just staring at the top of the stairs. "Raphael.." she whispered.

I held her gaze before prying them away. I climbed up the stairs, walking past her. My voice was calm and clear just like my expression.

"I will be in your study all night. I don’t like to be disturbed while working." She swallowed finally whispering a word

"Why?"

I didn’t answer her because she knew the fucking answer.