Fuck Me, Lucien!

~Katherine

The soft hum of the sweeping device echoed around the room, its small wheels gliding across the marble floor as it sucked up invisible dust.

I didn’t need to be doing this, God knows the maids were more than capable but something about the mindless motion calmed me.

Made me feel in control. Maybe that’s what I needed with everything falling apart.

Raven had stepped out earlier, muttering something about checking the guard shift and needing to clear his head. Typical.

He always needed space when he was thinking too much, which lately, was all the time.

I stood barefoot, wearing nothing more than a silk robe loosely tied around my waist. My hair was still damp from the bath, strands sticking to the back of my neck.

The sound of the device was loud, but not loud enough to drown out the abrupt creak of the door.

I turned and there he was.

Lucien.

He stopped the moment he entered, his hand still on the doorknob. His sharp jaw tensed. “Oh sorry,” he muttered, clearly taken of