We Stumbled Across The Line
1264 Words
Scene: Later that night after Lena’s failed setup had come to an end
Lucien
I shut her bedroom door behind me.
Soft. Quiet.
Like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to.
Because we are.
Eve sits on the edge of her bed like she’s been waiting for me all night. Her legs are bare, her lips parted, and she’s not even pretending to hide it anymore.
I lock the door.
Her breath catches.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I say, voice low, even as I step toward her.
“You already are,” she whispers.
I touch her. First, her jaw. Then the soft dip at her collarbone. Her skin’s warm. She shivers.
“Tell me to stop,” I say.
She doesn’t.
So I take her face in my hands and kiss her like I’ve been dying for it—like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense. She moans into my mouth, and it sends something feral shooting through my spine.
Her hands are on me, yanking me closer. I press her down onto the bed, sliding between her thighs, my hand already gripping her wrist and pinning it over her head. She gasps.
“You want me to take my time?” I whisper against her ear. “Or do you want it rough and fast, like you’ve been fantasizing about since you were eighteen?”
She writhes under me. I can feel how wet she is, soaking through the lace she wore just for bed.
“You’re mine tonight,” I growl, kissing down her neck. “And I’m going to take my time showing you exactly what that means.”
I trail down her body, teasing her skin with my mouth, with my teeth. I push her tank top up slowly, dragging it over her chest, exposing the curve of her breast. She gasps as I take one in my mouth, biting gently, licking over the soft peak until her back arches off the bed.
“Lucien…”
I don’t rush.
I worship.
I kiss down her ribs, her stomach, until I reach the waistband of her panties.
“You don’t need these anymore,” I mutter, sliding them down her thighs like they offend me.
I settle between her legs and look up at her — hair fanned out, lips red from kissing, hands already in the sheets.
She’s perfect. And she’s mine.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I say, voice thick.
Then I taste her.
She cries out, one hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound.
I don’t stop.
I devour her. Slowly. Obsessively. Like no one’s ever touched her before, and I want to make sure no one ever dares again.
She’s falling apart under my mouth. She’s begging. And when her legs start shaking and her fingers claw the sheets, I finally pull back, kiss her thigh, and drag my body up to hers.
“You still want me to stop?” I murmur, pressing myself against her, hot and hard.
She shakes her head. “No. Please don’t stop.”
That’s all I need.
I slide into her slowly, watching every inch disappear inside her as her body wraps around me. Her eyes flutter shut.
I grab her chin.
“Keep them open.”
She moans as I start to move. Deep. Controlled. Possessive.
“You feel that?” I whisper in her ear. “No one else gets this. No one else gets you.”
She clutches me tighter.
“I don’t want anyone else,” she breathes.
I bury my face in her neck.
“Good. Because I’ll f*****g destroy anyone who touches you.”
I make love to her like she’s the only girl I’ve ever wanted. Because she is.
And when she comes undone beneath me, gasping my name like it’s holy—
I follow right after her.
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Later That Night
Unbeknownst to either of us, Lena passes Eve’s door in the hallway.
Pauses.
Listens.
Frowns.
She thinks she hears something. A voice. But she’s too drunk, too tired to place it.
“…Was that Theo?” she mumbles to herself. “Or—no…”
She stares at the door.
Eyes narrowed.
Then shakes her head, stumbles off to her room, and falls into bed.
But the seed of suspicion?
It’s already been planted.
NOW PRESENTING EVE’s POV
Eve
I barely slept.
Not because I couldn’t — but because every time I closed my eyes, I felt him.
His hands, his mouth, the way he said my name like a threat and a promise. The bruises he left on my thighs that I’ll have to cover. The ache between my legs that reminds me what we did. What we are now.
I’m still tangled in the sheets when a knock hits the door.
My heart stops.
“Eve?” Lena’s voice filters in. Sleepy. Curious.
Lucien’s eyes snap open across from me. Shirtless, hair messy, blanket barely covering his hips. He doesn’t move.
I mouth, go.
He slips out of bed, grabs his pants, and disappears into the bathroom just as I call out, “Yeah, come in.”
Lena opens the door, her sunglasses perched on her head and one earring missing like she never made it to bed properly. She steps in like she owns the place—because in some ways, she does.
“Hey,” she says, suspiciously casual. “Did I… dream you were with someone last night?”
I blink. “What?”
“I swear I heard something. Like voices. Or a voice.”
I keep my face smooth. “Nope. Just me.”
She flops onto the edge of the bed, lips pursed. “Was it Theo?”
“No!”
“If you slept with Theo and didn’t tell me, I’d be so mad. He’s cute and you definitely looked at each other during dinner.”
“Lena…”
“But,” she adds slowly, “I also know you’ve always had a thing for my brother.”
My heart stutters.
“What?” I scoff. “You’re insane.”
She tilts her head. “You get all stiff when he walks into a room. Avoid eye contact like it’ll shatter you. And he’s always… watching you.”
I stay silent.
She eyes me with a mock squint. “He’d never say it. But if it was him? I’d vomit.”
I force a laugh. “Then no worries. Nothing to vomit about.”
“Good.” She yawns. “Because if you two ever actually hooked up or something? That would be like… betrayal. You’re the only person I trust.”
I nod.
She stretches. “Okay, coffee time. You coming?”
“Be down in a sec.”
She leaves. The second the door shuts, Lucien steps out of the bathroom. Wet hair. Smirk in place.
“You didn’t tell her,” he says.
“No. And I’m not going to.”
“She’ll find out.”
“Then let’s not make it easy.”
He walks over and kisses my shoulder like we didn’t just dodge a grenade. “You didn’t say no last night.”
I meet his eyes. “And you didn’t care if we got caught.”
He grins. “Still don’t.”
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Later That Morning
The Harringtons’ kitchen is a scene straight from a dream: fresh flowers, warm croissants, the smell of espresso and money. Lena is scrolling her pahone. Lucien looks unbothered.
I don’t say much. Just grab my keys and bag.
And leave.
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