Chapter Fourteen

Brielle's POV

"Brielle," Zane snapped me out of my thoughts.

"You seemed like you were about to say something, what is it?"

"Brother," Lucien stepped out, right before I was about to speak.

"You look dashing,"

"What do you want Lucien? compliments don't come from you for free," Zane reacted with an impatient look.

"Nothing not this time. I was just curious to hear what Brielle was about to say," He replied with a smile as he leaned against the wall.

"Go ahead, Brielle. Tell him what had been troubling you,"

"Why do you even care?" Zane asked. "The last I checked, you wanted nothing to do with her,"

"She's still my mate, Zane. I can't not care, I feel things," He commented, his smile getting bigger as he spoke. The smile sent chills through me because I could see the bigger picture.

"I have to go," I walked away and stepped into my room.

*****

Despite my better judgment, I found myself unable to resist the magnetic pull between Lucien and me. It was like an invisible force drawing me to him, even though I knew it was wrong. The tension between us had become unbearable, and I knew something had to be done.

I was tasked by Zane to go through the revenue files, my way of giving back to the community.

I went to Lucien’s office to return a file. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see him inside, sitting at his desk with a bottle of whiskey in front of him. He looked lost in thought, and it was rare to see that, considering the fact that his face was always unusually stoic. I hesitated for a moment before knocking softly on the door.

“Lucien?” I said, stepping inside.

He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. There was something in his eyes, the way he looked at me, that made my heart skip a beat.

“Help yourself in,"

I closed the door behind me and walked over to his desk, placing the file down.

“I brought this. It’s the report Zane asked me to update.”

“Thank you.” He said, with his eyes were on me, not the file. He poured another glass of whiskey and offered it to me. “Want some?”

I took the glass, my fingers brushing against his. The contact sent an immediate shiver down my spine.

“Sure.” I took a sip, the warmth of the liquor spread through me, adding to the heat I already felt in his presence.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the air thick. I could feel the tension building between us, like a coiled spring ready to snap.

“Lucien.” I started, but he cut me off.

“Brielle, I don't know how long I can keep.up with this.” He confessed, his voice sounding raw. “I thought rejecting you will make it go away but it didn't,"

I felt a sudden rush of emotions.

“I feel the same way.” I admitted. “But what are we going to do? This isn't fair to Zane,"

He stood up and walked around the desk, stopping in front of me. His eyes bore into mine, and I could see the conflict in them.

“I know it's wrong.” He said. “its my fault but I need to correct it,"

"Not like this," I responded as I dropped the goass by the desk. I turned away to leave but his grip stopped me abruptly. I got pulled into his arms before I could utter a word. Without any warning, he kissed me.

The kiss was intense, filled with all the emotions I had been holding back. It felt like release for me. I kissed him back, unable to resist the pull between us.

We stumbled towards the couch, our hands exploring each other’s bodies with a desperate need. Clothes were discarded, and soon we were nothing but a tangled mess of limbs, lost in the heat of the moment. The world outside ceased to exist as we gave in to our desires.

His loud groan mixed with my pleasurable moans made the moment ecstatic. Finally, I felt him in me. His dick rammed me on the office sofa like he had craved it as well. The deeper he went, the louder I cried out for more. I felt a rush unlike anything I had ever felt. That was the difference I have heard, the difference between sex and mating with your true mate.

The pleasure was unending because I could feel his as well. Just when I thought I had felt it all, he acted me over the sofa and pumped me from behind. I couldn't hold back the feeling as my thighs ran wet with fluid.

I turned to see how breathless he was as he enjoyed every bit of me. Watching him derive pleasure, made it even more exciting.

I twerked my ass to match his rhythm and in less than four pumps, I felt his dick throbbing inside of me as he released his seeds.

Afterwards, we lay there, our breathing heavy. I felt mad guilty, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret what had happened between us. It felt too right.

“We can't let this happen again.” I said, but even as I spoke the words, I knew they were a lie.

Lucien looked at me, his expression serious.

"It's easier said than done,"

I exhaled heavily, knowing in my heart that he was right.

*********

Our first encounter led to more. We began meeting in secret, as we were unable to resist each other. The guilt would hit me terribly each time after we hooked up, but the pull and tension between us was too strong to ignore

The hunger became so insatchable that I found myself sneaking out to Lucien’s quarter n the middle of the night, my heart pounding with every step.

"I don't know what I'm doing here," I muttered when he opened the door before I had the chance to knock.

"You are here," He exhaled as he pulled me in. He held me to the door and pressed his bulge against my ass. The sex was quick and intense, always burnt into memory.

I spend the whole day thinking about it, getting wet and restless from needing it. It was like an addiction, I could never get enough.

"Hey," Zane waved when he noticed me walking by. The guilt always came flooding back whenever I saw him.

"What are you up to?" He asked as he leaned in to kiss me but my body revolted from his touch. His lips felt odd and that broke my heart.

"Been doing the filings and updates. I have to go,"

I walked away swiftly.

I held myself on that night, fighting the troubling temptations and nudges. I was struggled with the feeling when the wind blew his scent into the room.

I looked by the window and saw him stepping in.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a hush tone. "Zane could walk in," .

" I don't care, I grew tired of waiting," He kissed me passionately. His lips on my nipples was the greatest feeling that had me creaming instantly.

"I want you everyday, every moment," He uttered softly with his dick stretching my pussy.

"I dont want to be apart anymore,"

********

Our meetings became more frequent and reckless. We began having secret sex breaks in his office, the danger of getting caught seeming to add to the excitement. Each time we were together, I promised myself it would be the last, but I always found myself going back to him.

The affair consumed us, and we took increasingly risky behaviors. We started having sex in semi public places within the mansion, driven by a need we couldn’t control.

“This is crazy.” I whispered as he pressed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body.

“I know.” He whispered against my neck.

"Crazy good,"

The fire between us was consuming everything in its path. We were playing with danger, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we were discovered.

Everyone knew I was rejected, everyone knew I was Zane's girlfriend but I couldn't keep up with it.

It didn’t help that after that, I was constantly on edge, the guilt and fear eating me up. But no matter how hard I tried to talk myself into it, I couldn’t bring myself to end it.

I sat by my window, my thoughts consumed by the memories of my traitorous acts.

“Brielle, are you okay?” Zane asked when he walked in.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why did you ask?” I shot back with a frown.

“Nothing. It’s just that you seem... off lately.”

“I'm fine, really.” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just tired, I guess.”

He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. I held my breath, wondering if he could see through the lies I had just fed him.

“Alright.” He finally said, though he didn't sound convinced. “Just let me know if there's anything bothering you, okay?" I’m always here for you if you need to talk.”

“Of course,” I replied, feeling a knot of guilt tighten in my stomach. I couldn't but help it anymore, the pain of watching him shower me with love was unfair.

"I just need to be alone," I added with a trembling voice.

"We haven't actually seen eye to ..."

"Zane please," I disrupted him.

"Just please, let me be alone right now. I know it's audacious but please,"

He nodded gently with a confused look as he headed out of the door.

I crashed to the bed, my head spinning with pain and despair. I could no longer continue the two lives.