Brief Indiscretion

The London Indemnity

He laughed loudly. "You and I know exactly what happened that night and I've always kept you here and I saw it, I was the one who took your virginity".

She bit her lip and remembered that night...

Rae's POV

The charity gala in London had been a blur of expensive champagne, high-society networking, and a heavy, suffocating atmosphere. I had spent the entire night watching Lucien charm potential clients, his effortless charisma on full display. As the managing partner of the firm, he moved through the room with a terrifying sort of grace, securing retainers with a smile while I was left to shadow him like an unwanted ghost. But beneath the smiles he flashed to the international oligarchs and banking executives, the tension between us had reached a absolute boiling point. Every glance across the ballroom felt like a challenge, a silent continuation of a war that had started in a high school cafeteria a decade ago.

By midnight, the crowd had thinned to nothing. We were the last two left from the firm, trapped in the suffocating small back seat of a private car returning to our luxury hotel. The city lights of London smeared across the rainy window glass, casting long, fractured shadows over Lucien's sharp profile.

"You drank too much," Lucien had muttered, his voice rough, gravelly with exhaustion as he reached up and loosened his silk tie with a single, aggressive tug.

"I drank exactly enough to tolerate your presence for five hours," I shot back. My head was spinning slightly from the vintage wine, but the alcohol only sharpened my tongue, stripping away the careful, polite filter she usually forced myself to maintain around the office.

When the elevator finally reached the penthouse suite floor, neither of us moved to go to our separate rooms. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and the argument that had been simmering in the quiet car completely erupted into the dimly lit hallway.

"You've been trying to punish me since graduation," I breathed, backing toward my room door. My keycard was trembling in my hand, the plastic scraping against the electronic lock. "You hate that you couldn't completely break me back then, Lucien. You hate that I survived your petty high school torment, went to a better law school, and that I'm still here, forcing you to look at me as an equal."

Lucien slammed his hand against the wall beside my head, the sudden impact rattling the brass room number plate. He pinned me in place, his shadow completely eclipsing me. His dark eyes were wild, stripped bare of their usual calculated, courtroom composure.

"You think this is about hate, Rae?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous, a low frequency sound escaped that vibrated right through my chest. "You think I look at you and see an enemy?"

The air between us turned electric, thick enough to choke on. The unspoken, terrifying attraction that we had buried under years of insults, rivalry, and defensive armor completely shattered in the space of a single breath.

I didn't think. I couldn't. I reached out and grabbed his loosened silk tie, pulling him down until our lips were inches apart. "Shut up," I whispered. Then I kissed him.

The kiss turned messy. Desperate.

No technique. Just raw emotion —years of rivalry, and now this: hatred dissolving into passion like it never had a chance...

He lifted me and threw me roughly on the bed trying not breaking the kiss, I let out a moan in response. Lucien removed his tie and suit in one swift then kissed me again this time more urgent, he trailed open mouthed kisses down my neck, I moaned in response, I could feel how wet I was and I know he could too, Wait why was I responding to his touches?, Why did I kiss him?, I'm supposed to hate him, He unzip my dressing and I made zero effort to stop him, he smirked while tossing it aside on the floor.

I have had enough of that smirk, I don't know what came over me, maybe it's the alcohol, it's definitely the alcohol...

I pushed him off me and on the bed climbing on top of him.

I grabbed his discarded tie and tied his hands.

Rae—" he had growled, his body going rigid, his voice a dangerous mix of a warning and an open invitation.

"My turn," I whispered against his jaw.

I kissed and nipped on his neck, then whispered beside his ear "You've always had control, not this time". I removed his trousers, I was stunned at the size of his c**k, I stripped myself blindfolding him with the fabric I removed from my body and pushed his huge c**k inside me slowly, It hurt as hell because it was my first time but I wasn't going to show him that. I took a few minutes to adjust to the intrusion then started riding him slowly and as much as I hate to admit it damn it felt good.

I increased my pace, I rode him fast, taking every control I wanted, letting out years of frustration, academic rivalry, and buried desire in every heavy movement. But Lucien wasn't passive for long. Even restrained, his body moved against mine with an intense, possessive hunger that made a mockery of the tie I used to tie him. He didn't fight the silk; he used it, guiding her rhythm with the sheer force of his hips. When the constraints finally came off, the illusion of her control evaporated.

He flipped me onto my back in one swift, heavy motion, his large hands gripping her hips, without giving me time to process anything, he started pounding into me with deep, fierce, brutal thrust. I could feel the tension at my abdomen, What was this feeling, Lucien didn't slow down one bit, and the tension got intense until I screamed as wave of release and relief flooded me, then I realized I just had my first orgasm and it was in the hands or rather c**k of my enemy.

But Lucien wasn't done, he pulled me off the bed and slammed me on the dresser, he didn't even give me time to think before slamming into me so hard I screamed, at this point I didn't care if anyone heard me, he slapped me hard against my ass cheek, the pain mixed with pleasure as I cried out, he did it again and again and again, I didn't need to check my ass to know it was red, he continued his brutal f*****g as my orgasm crashed over me for the second time, he lifted one of my legs placing it on his shoulder from that angle he was hitting deeper, so deep it reached my G-spot, I screamed as my third organs rippled out of me, my legs were weak at the point, he slammed deep inside me before spilling c*m deep inside me.

I woke up early, the gray light filtering through the sheer curtains. My body was aching so bad, my legs felt like jelly, my mind filled with a sudden, suffocating panic as I looked at the man sleeping beside me, s**t, It wasn't a dream. The reality of what I had done crashed down. I'd had slept with my worst enemy and worse I enjoyed it. I slipped out of the bed my legs aching as I dressed quietly in the dim light, gathered my things, and left the room before he could even stir.