CHAPTER 71: SKIN HUNGER

Braelyn’s POV

Project launch during galas wasn’t a big deal. I just felt wary because it was related to Amelia; a feeling of foreboding bubbled in my stomach.

"What if I refuse? I am not suited for the role. " I mentioned. The Volkov family didn’t lack capable hands.

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Raphael shook his head. "That would not do. There is always a first." He insisted which fueled my suspicion

"What about Natalia? This should naturally fall under her responsibility? I honestly don’t feel I am up to the role." His lips twitched. I wonder if he was annoyed by my insistence or the fact that I called Natalia by her name

I internally rolled my eyes. Why would he care about how I addressed his mother?

Amelia found this as a perfect time to chirp in. Her voice carried the same annoying sweetness. "You and Father should reconsider. Braelyn isn’t cut out for this role. I am sure there is someone nearby who can handle it better." She reached out for his hand, which she held.

"I can’t afford to take any risks with our project being involved." Her words might seem harmless, but she was labelling me as incompetent. It wasn’t a concern but an insult

Her thoughts were written on her face, and Raphael will be blind not to notice. He didn’t move away from her touch. He acted like it was the most natural thing

"Mum was overwhelmed by the funeral preparations and couldn’t host this gala." He stated. His voice was firm leaving no room for arguments.

He sat far apart but I could still feel the pressure coming from him. "She wouldn’t be working alone. The company has staff and people who have done this several times who would work with her. There is nothing to worry about."

Seeing there was no further need to argue, his mind was made up. I saw no need to stay longer in their presence whatever hidden intentions they had would have to come later

My seat creaked against the floor as I stood up. "Since we have nothing more to say I will be taking my leave first." I declared. He didn’t stop me and I left their presence ..

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My mind tried to figure out if there was anything truly amidst this gala situation. My gut feeling didn’t go away.

The warm droplets of the shower ran down my skin teasing the dull ache in my body. My head was filled with thoughts that even the water couldn’t wash away. I held my head high, eyes closed, facing the shower, listening to the dripping sounds..

It reminded me of the night I saw Lucien standing before Gregor’s grave. My brows furrowed, I wiped off the water from my face then bowed my head.

Why was he suddenly thinking of him? The image of his lonesome back was etched in my mind. From my understanding of Lucien, he always did his best to steer away from his family affairs.

His suddenly taking an active role in the company was out of character for him, what was his goal?

"There is something important here, I also want....Something you discarded." His voice rang in my mind as I remembered his earlier statement during the board meeting.

"What did he want? " I muttered, reaching out for the hand shower. The nozzle was targeted towards my lower abdomen.

A jolt of the warm water hit my s*x. I reached out to wash it when an image flashed in my mind and my eyes went wide instantly.

"Breathe Brealyn.." his voice crept up my mind. A soft moan slipped out of my lips from the jolts of hot water. The image of Lucien’s mouth covering my pussy and drinking me up lingered in my mind.

A dull ache throbbed within my folds, and before I knew it, the strange skin hunger struck me. I was tempted to thrust through my folds. I increased the pressure of the shower fighting back the urge

It only made things worse, I could smell his scent around me. Remember the way his tongue flickered my folds and drew out my moans.

Another moan slipped out again and I could not help myself. My fingers slicked through my folds being stimulated by the water. A satisfying hum echoed...

It wasn’t enough, I needed more...not just my fingers, I wanted....

My hand froze before I could even start to thrust through my fold. The ache was still there, I could feel the cravings, but I stopped ignoring the way my fold clenched with need..

The realisation of what I was about to do scared me. The thought of who was in my mind scared me more than the fact that my body was craving to be touched so badly clenching my legs made it worse

I switched off the shower, and mist filled the room. My wet footsteps led to the bedroom. I tried to shrug off the cravings and skin hunger..

Minutes went by after getting dressed for the night. The ache didn’t dull; instead, I felt my folds drip, his voice drawled in my head.

"That’s enough ", I snapped, cupping my red cheeks. What was wrong with me? I stood up from my work table. I had been staring at my screen for what felt like eternity and was still on the same page of the document I was reviewing

A frustrating hiss slipped out. My seat drew back, and I made my way out of the room towards the kitchen, hoping a glass of water would help.

Close to the kitchen, the silence made it easy for a sultry sound to drift to my ears and my nipples hardened immediately. It was so hard it felt like it could rip the lining of my gown.

"Oh please..." Amelia’s breathless cry came again. A bitter taste reached my mouth realising what was going on in the kitchen worse how my body was reacting missing a similar touch

It made me sick to the stomach and at the same time aroused in a sickly way. I took a detour to the garden. The cool autumn wind brushing against my nipples didn’t make things any easier.

I drew in a deep breath and ventured further into the garden, hoping to clear my mind. Ever since returning from the funeral I hadn’t set foot in the garden

The cold breeze blew over my face again, tangling in my hair. My brows furrowed, the garden lamp was dim but I noticed it. This wasn’t how I remembered the garden.

Still confused, I felt my skin prickle and started to itch. A scent I wasn’t familiar with, one I hadn’t smelled in ages, drifted to my nose, and the itching intensified. I glanced at my wrist and immediately noticed strange red rashes on the itchy spots.