(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes)

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"I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance.

Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine.

I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us.

“Raph…” she breathed.

I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. 

“Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides.  I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch.

“Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper.

A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.”

Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking.

Because the only name she should be calling… was mine.
Lucien.

I craved it as badly as the air I breathe.
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For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but he broke them first..
 
  He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies.

One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved.

She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her.

Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle 

The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch.
    
All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

 " Know your fucking place." I felt like laughing after hearing that statement from Raphael and it wasn't the happy kind of laugh.


 I should know my fucking place. That was more than rich from a bastard who didn't know where his loyalty belonged and my fist was just a second from connecting with his jaw if not for that look that flashed across her eyes when she rushed between us


 It was as if she was saying the same thing and it freaking reminded me of her birthday when she had said something similar. This was a game of deception for her and that was all it was....


 Only if she knew, lover or husband I didn't give an ass shit about the tag she gave me and the only freaking reason I was still playing this game with her aside from teaching someone who forgot his place was because she was probably going to hate my guts if I tied her on my bed and fuck those brains of her which loves to tick me off as much as her body makes my dick twitch.


Chapter 105 - She isn't a shadow