MAEVE
By the time I walked out of the house the next morning, Lucien's car wasn't in the driveway, and I was sure he must have left me behind. He probably couldn't stand me after what happened in the wee hours of the morning. I didn't blame him. I couldn't stand myself either. I couldn't stand the both of us.
The fire that we've always danced around was enough to burn both of us, but I couldn't believe that we actually gave in to our urges. That we could become so overpowered with our lust and want to the point of fucking like wild animals in the heat out there in the open, where we could easily have an audience.
What would Mom think? What would people think? God! I was such an idiot.
I walked to the nearest bus stop in shame. It was almost like what I did was branded onto my forehead, and everybody who looked at me could see how I had allowed myself to be used and fucked by my stepbrother.
I nearly missed the bus, and when I entered, there was only one empty seat beside a guy who looked strangely familiar.
"Hi," I had barely sat down when he greeted, "You work at Thorne, right?"
"Sure, you?"
"Yeah." He replied. That was why he looked familiar. I must have seen him a couple of times in the company.
"So, how has it been working in the company?"
Our conversation flowed effortlessly. By the time we got down at the stop nearest to the company, I already knew his name was Theo. He has been with the company for 2 years and works in the admin department.
"So why ride the bus?" he asked as we walked into the building, "I thought you should hitch a ride with Lucien."
I looked at him, momentarily lost as to what he was referring to, until I realized. Of course, it was no news that I was Lucien's stepsister.
"I ran late," I lied easily, "so he left me behind."
"Ohh, sounds like a typical brother punishing his stepsister."
Yeah. The way he palm fisted around my ponytail, the way he fucked my mouth and buried himself all the way in till his tip reached my throat was definitely some kind of punishment but there was nothing brotherly about that.
We parted ways, and for the rest of the day, Lucien didn't look at me at all. He didn't complain about anything, didn't request anything. He just accepted everything and barely nodded when I read his schedule to him. This was better. If we don't talk to each other, there would be no buttons to push, and there'd be no mistaken nakedness.
It definitely was better. But I still ached when I thought about last night, and my mouth still dried when I caught a glimpse of his palm. All I could remember was how perfectly he had used it to tilt my head up to receive him better and deeper.
Lunchtime found me sitting with Theo, and we talked a little more. I learned he lived a bit close to the house and initially wanted to be a journalist, but had to give up that dream when it didn't work out. I told him surface-level things about the dreams I was forced to put on hold because of capital, too, but before we could even get into it, Lucien summoned me back to the office.
"Schedule a meeting at Euphoria City by 1:30pm for next week, Thursday."
He told me, without even looking at me, when I got to his office, and I noted it down.
"Shouldn't we talk about last night?" the words left my mouth before I could stop myself. Lucien's hand froze against the keyboard, and I could tell I had struck a nerve.
"Talk about what exactly?" he raised his head, and I was taken aback by the controlled rage in his eyes, "about how you were a greedy slut who couldn't get enough of her Stepbrother's cock in her two holes or what?"
My mouth dropped open at his crude remarks, and I had to rein myself in so I wouldn't blurt out what was on the tip of my tongue.
"Hmm, let's talk about how Lucien Thorne can't keep his hands off his stepsister."
His nostril flared, and fangs bared in a way that chilled my blood. I stood my ground.
"See, there's obviously something that shouldn't be between the two of us, and I don't think working together is the best idea for us right now. If you could transfer me to another department, I'll make sure to stay out of your…"
"No," he interrupted me, "what happened last night would never happen again."
"But at least…"
"You're dismissed, Maeve." He went back to his keyboard, and I had no option but to leave his office. I had no idea why he wouldn't let me go, even though it was obviously the best decision for us.
Deep down, a part of me that I never knew existed until now was a bit glad, too. There was something about last night, even though it was illicit, that made my head spin and made me crave a repeat because Lucien definitely knows how to do everything with his monstrous cock. I wanted to know if further lines would blur between us and if…
God. No. I blocked out the thoughts as soon as they started again, and I even had to pace the length of my office. I shouldn't be thinking about him like that. He was my stepbrother for fuck's sake.
I didn't wait to catch a ride with him at all when we closed from work. When I got to the bus stop, Theo was already there, and we easily got into conversation. Talking to him was like talking to someone I've always known. It was easy, and from the way we chatted endlessly as we waited for the bus, you'd think we've always been friends.
"Isn't that Lucien's car?" he asked, pointing as a car sped past us, and when I looked, it was really Lucien's.
"Yeah."
"Still punishing you?" he asked, and I smiled.
"Not really," I replied, "I think it's just best we don't commute together. We already live in the same house and work in the same office together."
"But isn't that what siblings are made up of?"
"Well, we're typically not siblings, and even siblings need breaks from each other occasionally."
"Yeah, right?" he replied as we filed into the bus that had just arrived, "one of the reasons why I moved across the country was to get away from my siblings."
"Hmm, hmm, siblings' love is best when it's done from afar."
"So how's it like living with the Lucien Thorne? I work for him, but that guy is like a myth, some sort of legend that isn't exactly understood." he brought the conversation back to that one person that I was trying desperately not to think of. I had to close my eyes to force away the images that bloomed in my mind at his words.
But that trick hardly worked as the images played out in vivid detail.