Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 275: Run little Viper 3

Braelyn’s POV

"Caught you, Viper..."

His whisper brushed my ear and sent a deep shudder through my entire body. It came from excitement rather than fear. Lucien’s teeth sank firmly into the curve of my shoulder. A sharp pain bloomed first with a sharp jolt but pleasure followed quickly and rolled through me in warm waves.

I arched against him without thinking. My arms wrapped around his neck and held on tightly as if he were the only solid thing left in the world.

The lake water still moved around our waists in gentle cold ripples. Moonlight reflected off the dark surface in scattered silver pieces. The night air carried the fresh smell of rain about to fall and the faint earthy scent of wet trees along the shore.

I stayed lost in the heat of his mouth and the sting on my shoulder. I did not notice right away when he pulled my wrists behind my back. The leather belt wrapped around them and pulled tight. The material bit into my skin just enough to make me draw in a quick breath. My arms were bound rendered useless. The sudden helplessness made my pulse race faster and sent fresh heat straight to my core.

Lucien pulled back a little. His lips brushed mine in a slow, teasing touch. His voice sounded hoarse and rough from the chase and the cold. "How am I going to punish you now?" He chuckled low in his throat. The sound vibrated between us.

"You enjoyed it, didn’t you?" He spoke again and watched my face closely. My cheeks burned with guilt and embarrassment. I could feel the flush spread across my skin even in the dim light.

Lucien grinned wider when he saw the way my eyes darted away. We both breathed hard from running. Our chests rose and fell at the same quick rhythm. Water dripped from our hair and ran down our bodies in cool streams. He straightened to his full height. His frame loomed over me and blocked most of the moonlight. His gaze grew darker and heavier as he looked down at me.

We stood drenched from the lake. Lucien’s brown hair stuck to his forehead in wet strands. His hazel eyes caught the faint light and burned with open lust. My black hair clung to my face and neck in heavy ropes. The soaked gown pressed against every curve of my body like a second skin. The thin red lace of my bra and panties showed clearly through the wet fabric. The material turned almost see-through and left nothing hidden. My nipples stood hard and visible beneath the clinging dress.

Lucien wore only his dark trousers now. Water ran down his bare chest and traced the lines of muscle there. He stared at me like he wanted to consume every inch. He reached between us and tucked the belt more firmly into my bound hands. His voice dropped even lower. "I know you were already soaking wet before you fell in the lake. And I had not even touched you yet."

My breath caught in my throat. Shame twisted inside me but it only made the ache between my legs grow sharper. I stared up at Lucien and waited. My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my ears. I wondered what he would do next and how far he would take this.

Thunder rolled across the sky above us. The sound came low and warning. A cold wind swept over the lake and made the surface ripple harder. The air turned sharper, carrying the hint of heavy rain. Goosebumps rose on my arms and legs from the sudden chill. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

I shuddered hard.

Lucien said nothing. He simply pulled me toward the shore with strong hands. Once we reached shallow water he bent and flipped me over his shoulder in one smooth motion. My bound hands dangled down his back. His arm locked around my thighs and held me secure against him. Water streamed off us both and left dark trails on the ground.

He hissed through his teeth. His voice sounded tight with restraint. "If you might not catch a fever under this rain I would have fucked you right there on the bank. Legs spread. Ass up. Screaming my name while the storm came down."

The image flashed through my mind and made my stomach flip. Heat pooled low despite the cold water still clinging to my skin.

His steps moved fast and sure across the wet grass. He reached the back door of the villa and pushed inside just as the first heavy drops began to fall. The moment we crossed the threshold the sky opened fully. Rain hammered the roof and windows. The sound filled the house and drowned out everything else.

Lucien carried me straight up the wide staircase. Water trailed behind us in dark puddles on the marble steps. My pulse thundered louder with every step he took. Nervousness twisted tight in my chest. I wondered what waited at the top and how much control I had left.

He reached the landing and finally set me on my feet. My legs felt unsteady but I stayed upright. I looked around and saw coils of soft black rope already placed on the wide windowsill beside the staircase railing. The sight made my stomach drop. He had planned this. The knowledge sent a fresh wave of fear and excitement through me.

Lucien grinned slowly. His expression turned feral and satisfied. "Time for your punishment."

He spun me around and pressed my front against the smooth wooden railing. The height made my head spin a little. The belt vanished from my wrists only for something softer, a rope to slide into its place. Before I understood what he meant to do, my arms were dragged upward, the cordtightened on my wrist as I was pulled up.

He tied the rope securely so my body stretched taut. My toes barely brushed the floor. I dangled there with my weight supported only by the bindings and the railing.

Fear rushed through me. My heart raced so fast I felt dizzy. Terror mixed with the thrill until I could not separate them anymore.

Lucien stepped in close behind me. His bare chest brushed my back and sent warmth through the soaked gown. His hands skimmed down my sides in slow possessive strokes.

His mouth found my ear again. His breath felt hot against my chilled skin.

"Have you ever been fucked dangling like this before, Viper?"

I could not find words. I could only tremble before his hand landed hard on my butt, forcing a scream from my throat as I dangled helplessly. At the same time, I heard something tear and a cold blade running down my spine.

My breath caught he was tearing my dress with a knife.