Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 273: Run little Viper

Braelyn’s POV

"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 me to destroy you.." I didn’t believe my ears. Did I really look like that?

His lips kissed the tip of my ear lobes then moved down to my neck, leaving chills down my spine which erupted from spots his lips gently brushed. My toes curled as my fingers gripped the tablecloth.

"You love the danger," he murmured against my skin, "You love how I make you feel despite denying it." he drawled as his hand fell on my bare thigh. My dress was slightly lifted above my knees because of my position. My legs instantly pressed together sensing the danger approaching my core

My breath faltered completely, because the worst, most horrifying part was that he wasn’t entirely wrong. Fear twisted through me, yes. My cold logic was screaming at me to run. But tangled inside it was something darker, almost intoxicating.

A reckless, forbidden joy at being chosen so fiercely by someone who never chose anyone.

"I’m not giving you up," he continued, voice low and absolute. "Not to fear. Not to Raphael. Not to morality. Not to anything." he paused then whispered. "Even if I have to break you...." that terrified me, my entire body shuddered yet

Something bloomed in my stomach and started to pour into my core. My entire skin tingled with sparks, the faintest touch went straight to my spine. I became painfully aware of him.

"You can fight me," he said. "You can deny this. You can pretend you don’t feel it."

His thumb brushed between my thighs. He drew leisure circles which felt like torture. "But I’m not walking away from you, Braelyn."

He grinned then held my eyes again. His sharp gaze stared at me.."Even if you run it doesn’t matter I love the chase." The look in his eyes told me he wouldn’t even give me the chance to run

He held my chin and made me look at him. "So tell me dear Viper. Do you love me?" He asked and time seemed to have frozen at that moment.

I knew my feelings for him weren’t pure. It was fair to say I loved him but at that moment the words felt so heavy in my mouth that I could barely say anything. I could have just said that I love them but I couldn’t.

I knew accepting this was dangerous and that fear was holding me back.

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My lips refused to move. I could only look away but he didn’t let me. He turned my face back to , stare at him, a cruel smile curled up his lips.

"It’s fine if you don’t love me. You will learn to and my love is enough for the two of us." He said slowly and with that he sealed my lips with an electric intense kiss that fried my brains instantly like he was claiming every inch of my lips.

The kiss was intense and consuming, like he was trying to pour himself into me until there was nothing left but him.

My resistance melted away the second his mouth claimed mine again. It was as if my body had been waiting for permission to surrender, and Lucien gave it with ruthless certainty.

His tongue swept past my lips, stroking them deeply and possessively, tasting every corner like he owned the right. He nibbled the corners making me cry.

"Oh, Brealyn." He moaned into my mouth without meaning to, the sound was swallowed by me, and my hands slid up his chest feeling the way his chest rumbled as he moaned. My fingers curled into the open collar of his shirt to pull him closer instead of pushing away.

He devoured me.

One hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it, while the other roamed shamelessly. It slid up my thigh, under the hem of my dress, tracing the edge of my lace panties with maddening slowness. Heat exploded everywhere he touched.

My legs parted on instinct, welcoming the press of his palm between them, and I felt the slick evidence of my arousal coating his fingers. He groaned low in his throat, my name vibrating against my lips like a prayer and a curse at once.

"Lynn..."

He only gave me fractions of seconds to breathe, pulling back just enough for me to gasp before diving back in harder and hungrier. I was drowning in him, drunk on the taste of him.

I did not even register when he pushed me back on the table like I was the final meal for him to savour. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

My back hit the smooth surface of the rooftop table. The night air felt cool against my heated skin. Lucien loomed over me, caging me with his arms braced on either side of my head. My entire body was flushed, heated despite the cold.

His body became a solid wall of muscle and intent. He leaned down not wanting to part with my lips for long.

He broke the kiss at last.

I stared up at him, dazed, lips swollen and tingling. His eyes were molten, dark desire and something fiercer, something that looked dangerously close to obsession.

"Lucien..." I whispered, barely recognising my own voice.

Something hot and thick pressed insistently against my core through the thin barrier of my dress and his trousers. My face flamed as realisation hit. He was hard, painfully so, and the thick ridge of him nudged right where I ached most. My nipples were already so hard they hurt, straining visibly against the thin fabric of my dress, every brush of the material sending sharp jolts straight to my centre.

A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips. "Run, little Viper," he murmured, voice rough and low.

I blinked, brain sluggish from the kiss. "What...?"

"The fear makes you wetter, "He leaned down until his mouth brushed my ear. "You have ten seconds to run and hide."

My heart slammed against my ribs. "And when I catch you. I will make you cry." That wasn’t a threat but a promise