Braelyn's POV
"Why did you let him touch you?" Lucien drawled, his breath fanning against my skin. My head immediately fried, toes curling up feeling every inch of his touch.
His hand slipped under my skirt. "It makes me want to punish you for it. " He hissed
I panicked and the words slipped out. Trying not to think about what he was doing. He wasn't meant to act this way.
"It's nothing and besides, he is my husband." Why did I say that?
The air grew heavy with an ominous aura shrouding him. He was mad, his eyes darkened with the ghost of an evil smile, and a tugging on his lips. "I guess I am a jealous lover, Lynn.." he chuckled, but there was no amusement in it.
I tried to move away. "Lucien, you should not do this." I blurted trying to move away. His grip tightened. "Running away already." He scoffed then leaned closer.
