Delicious was my first thought after kissing her
Holy fuck was my second.

-R. A. Knipe.

The floorboards always seem to creek when you're sneaking around late at night. They always made that screaming sound, that In daytime isn't so loud but At night it's loud as a trains whistle.

Just trying to be silent I crept out of the bedroom wing. Lucien asleep on the other side of the bed I just left, his breathing was the only thing I could hear.

Was I about to run out the door and have my escape? I thought about it. But no I'm in for a task much harder.

Deciding what midnight snack I want.

Opening the fridge door the light filling the enormous kitchen, stalked with all sorts of foods. Taking out a bowl and milk and standing up on my tip toes to reach the cupboard which held the cereal. "What the hell are you doing?" a voice came from the darkness causing me to jump and slap a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming.

"Jesus fuck why do you always have to creep up on me and scare me?"I sigh grabbing frootloops and pouring myself a bowl while Lucien stomps into the kitchen.

"Answer my question," he says crossing his arms. Raising an eye brow I say "I felt peckish so I came to make cereal".

"Frootloops are for children" he sighs leaning on the counter. And like a sort of fucking clichè bullshit, the light shone down on him, a beautiful god. His hair bedhead messy and his clothes lazy and tired.

"Maybe I am a child, I told you, you're a creep" I say jumping onto the counter. Grabbing a spoon and now enjoying my tasty meal.

"Sorry to break it to you but you don't got the body of a 13-year-old girl" he whispers pushing off the counter and walking up to me. "And you would know what a 13 year olds body looks like"I smile and he scoffs.

"Lucien, can I ask you a question?"I mumble and he nods, placing his hands on either side of me on the counter. "Why me? Out of all the other girls, why did you...why did you pick me?"

A question that has been playing inside my head for a while, why me? Besides what I was already told about my looks I wanted to know what made him want me to play the role to be his "other half".

He looks at me tilting his head slightly like he didn't either know the answer fully. "Let's just say you looked like you could handle this. Plus when you took your clothes off everyone was looking at you and I had to win. I always win"

At this moment, this one moment he wasn't as bad, he was decent and easy to talk to...and really attractive.

Putting the bowl down beside Me I nod. Feeling his eyes on me.

Biting my lip I look away. "Do I make you nervous Kiara?" he whispered close to my skin and I shivered, cold shivers running down my back. "No" I plainly say, not only failing to convince myself but Lucien as well.

His hand running up my thigh I look down his fingers icy against my burning skin. "liar" he smiled walking between my legs, hot tension so thick in here I could feel it surround us.

"N-no I'm not. You don't make me nervous"

Lucien deviously smiles as he pushes my hair off my shoulder, his lips shortly after meeting the skin of my neck. "I don't make you nervous Kiara? I think you are lying" he smiles against my skin as I grip onto the countertop. this bastard hit me, yelled at me, insulted me.

"Your cheek is healing nicely." He said as he traced his finger along my cheek. "Why did you say you knew how to take a hit." He asked as he traced his hand all the way down to my neck.

"I-"

But before I could even answer a syllable he continued "has another man hurt you." His eyes seemed to become a darker shade as he brought his lips close to my ear "has another man made you scream?" He asked, but I know he knew the answer.

Pulling away he looks at my lips. "No." I said simply. My answer short lived as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him, his lips meeting mine.

his hands grazes my legs and side.

A million thoughts in my brain but the only thing I could concentrate on was him, everything about him was pure gold, pure perfection

But I knew that this was so wrong, I can't fall for him. I'm not as good as he thinks I am, not as brave. He can't fall for a woman like me. And I can't fall for a man like him

He sweeps his tongue across my bottom lip, as I grip onto his shoulders to steady myself, like he was a lifeline. He begged for entrance and like a fool I gave it to him.

His lips pressed again my lips in a dangerous way, his tongue dancing with mine. My legs wrapping onto his waist.

He pulled back slightly, biting my lip and pulling it as he looked forcefully into my eyes. Before his lips trailed to my jawline.

My name involuntarily whispering his name, which made him a stop. My breath hard in my chest, it felt heavy. My body begging for more, more of something—anything.

"go the fuck back to bed," he said pulling away, leaving me lost and confused in the time.

He walked away like what just happened was nothing. Blowing it off he walked up the stairs not even glancing back at me, As I sat still frozen in place and palms gripping the counter.

I knew then I wouldn't be sleeping that night, not beside him. And it would be helpless if I tried, a failure.

Stepping my way off the counter I sigh, throwing my dishes into the empty sink washing them clean and drying my hands.

Dumb idiot is what Lucien is, toying with me like that. I had rules, I didn't want him to touch me.

But I can't act as I pushed him away. Placing myself on the couch I frown, the darkness almost comforting. My lower parts burned missing his touch and I scolded myself because he was not a good man.

Lucien is no good for me, and I'm not good for him.

The ceiling cradling my thoughts as I stayed up all night thinking, tossing and turning. Images of him shirtless tainting my mind.

•••

"Miss are you alright?" a maid asks as I fall off the couch purposely, slumping myself in a heep of blankets. Throwing my hands over my eyes as the older woman dressed in a modest maid dress opens the blinds wide. "Hisss!" I say acting like the little vampire I am.

Laughing slightly she smiles helping me up despite me saying I could get up myself. "Can I get you anything tea, coffee? Lucien will be up soon, do you want your breakfast with him?" She asks clasping her two hands in front of her.

"No!"I say grabbing her shoulders and she jumps. "Sorry, ugh no. I'm just gonna grab some toast and then ugh...go to...the book store! Yah I'm gonna go to the book store!"

Her wrinkled tired face smiles lightly as she steps out of my way, allowing me to rush upstairs and change.

Just plain jeans and a knitted shirt I throw on. Grabbing toast and John. I make him take me to the book store. "What the hell are we doing here. You don't read?" he says picking up a book about sex, just sex.

Grabbing the 50 shades of that makes me horny from his hands and putting it back on the shelf I brush past him "I just needed to get out, away from Lucien" my words agitated and shaky. "What did he do?"John says as I place a book into his arms.

"He kissed me, "I say rubbing my face before glancing up at him "and I didn't push him away. Because I liked it"

Oof, not really sure but I think I felt a little something in my souls when he went all up standing between her legs.

Lucien is super bipolar tho. Sorry, this was short, I got busy with other stuff and didn't feel like writing a whole bunch. Lmao

95 read and I'm super happy! Thank you guys!some of you are probably like oh that's not a lot barely any....

But I have never written a story before so I'm happy at least some people are interested.

XOXO -A.K