CHAPTER 89: SHAMELESS SCUMBAG

Braelyn’s POV

He was staring at me. Raphael was leaning at the door carefully watching me with a hint of pure amusement in his gaze

Shame watched over me. I was lost in the moment I didn’t notice him. "What are you doing?" I asked him. He smiled, hand tucked in his pocket

His eyes lingered on my half-exposed body. "I should be asking you the same question. What are you doing Braelyn?" Raphael chimed. I curled up, pressing my legs together and heaving heavily.

I gulped slowly, sitting up on the bed, still holding my glare against him. "You shouldn’t be here." I hissed at him. "This is my bedroom."

He scoffed, "You mean my wife’s bedroom." He stated, and anger burned in me at his level of shamelessness. He really had the guts to come into my room and watch me work myself up while calling another man.

"Can you be any more shameless?" I sneered, still glaring at him. I hated the look in his eyes. It wasn’t the cold and calm look he normally carried. It was something I hadn’t seen in his eyes for a long while.

Those eyes were dark, his hazel eyes almost looked black at that moment filled with desire. Normally, that look would have gotten me swooning for him, but I felt nothing but disgust.

How dare he look at me that way after touching another woman! One who was staying in this house. He had no right to look at me like I was his when he threw away that privilege himself.

Raphael laughed. He tilted his head to the side, still leaning against the door frame. My eyes took in his image. "Shameless.." he scoffed as if my words were completely ridiculous.

He was still there next to the door, leaning lazily against the doorframe, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other was subtly rubbing his chin. That action looked strangely attractive, my face scrunched up at the thought that he was attractive.

As much as I hated the fact, life was unfair, and this scumbag could make women, including me, in the past week, fall to my knees with one look. I suck in a deep breath to calm myself.

He chuckled, still finding the word shameless amusing. "I might be shameless but you are not any better than me." He chimed still staring at me with that look it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes

"Does the thought of him fucking you thrill you to the point you can’t just help yourself?" He asked, and my breath hitched. The ache throbbing in my core still lingered and seeing him right now wasn’t helping things. I should have gone to the bathtub instead, which would have saved me from this case.

I never imagined Raphael was shameless enough to come into my room.

The light from the hallway spilt over his shoulders, outlining the sharp lines of his body and that familiar, arrogant smirk on his lips.

For a second, my breath caught. God, I hated that.

The way his shirt clung to his chest, the way his eyes watched me like he could see right through the mess of my thoughts.

It made my stomach twist in anger and something else I didn’t want to name. Raphael Volkov was a scumbag. The kind of man who could ruin a person with a few words, and yet... he still looked dangerously perfect doing it.

He wasn’t calm tonight. Not the composed, unreadable man I was used to. There was something darker in him now, his gaze was heavy, slow and deliberate filled with desire. It rolled off him like smoke, thick and suffocating.

And it scared me.

Because it felt familiar. Too familiar. That same raw pull I’d felt when Lucien’s breath brushed my skin. When Lucien’s eyes dwelled for too long.

And now Raphael looked at me with that same darkness in his eyes, as if he’d finally stepped out of his controlled, polite cage and didn’t care who burned for it.

He was unfair. Beautiful in the kind of way that made you want to slap him just to stop staring. My chest tightened; my body remembered what it was like to be wanted by him, even when my mind screamed to forget.

I hated him. I hated him..I had to repeat it over and over again to remind me how sick this was. To remind myself of everything he watched me suffer.

I gasped at his question. I forced a smirk on my lips. "Does it matter who I think of Raphael?" I taunted and his eyes darkened. My mouth turned bitter. How could someone be so selfish?

His lips curved but the look in his eyes intensified. " It doesn’t matter, but" his tone dipped. He slowly straightened up from the wall. My heart dropped to my stomach. It felt like a storm was approaching.

" I can’t help but notice how tense you seem," he murmured, voice low, smooth, and taunting.

My face twisted, baffled by his audacity. "Why won’t I be tense when you barge into my room? Don’t you know how to knock?" I hissed at him. I didn’t know if I was more irritated by his presence or the fact my core was still aching with desire...even if it wasn’t for him.

"Come on Braelyn. You don’t have to be that harsh." He drew in a deep breath like he was fighting something. " I can help you relax. It will be better than doing it yourself. I know you remember what my touch felt like."

My glare got so heated that it felt like I could shoot fire from my eyes and melt him in that instance. I wanted to storm up to him and shove him off but I couldn’t risk him touching me in this state.

"You make me sick Raphael." He didn’t flinch or frown, he still looked amused. "If I barge into your little affair with your mistress, would you be comfortable with it?"I hissed.

Raphael laughed, it was short and hearty. "A threesome would feel magical Braelyn. I will be more than welcoming to the idea." He has the guts to say it to my face.

How shameless can this man be?