Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 89

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 89**
**Chapter 89**

**Lucien’s POV**

Heat.

8 Pearls.

It all began as a low, searing burn deep in my groin, a sensation that quickly ignited and spread through my veins like wildfire. Fire. Liquid fucking fire coursed through me.

My vision blurred, the edges of reality softening.

The room around me tilted, spinning ever so slightly.

And then, there she was—Amélie. Her face swam into focus, her smile sharp and predatory.

Her eyes glinted, glazed with a lust that was almost palpable. Her lips, slightly parted, glistened with moisture, beckoning me closer.

I could feel the drug surging through my bloodstream, hot and demanding, igniting every nerve ending. It made my skin itch, a restless urgency building within me. My cock throbbed, desperate for release.

“Luen, are you feeling hot? Let me help you,” she purred, her voice thick and syrupy, like poisoned honey dripping from a comb.

With a deliberate slowness, she peeled off her jacket, revealing the curves of her body.

Her breasts brushed against my arm, soft and heavy, an invitation I was struggling to resist.

The heat radiating from her body seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, intensifying my arousal, making me harder.

In a moment of clarity, I shoved her away with a force that surprised even me.

She stumbled back, colliding with the wall, a gasp escaping her lips. “Lucien!”

But I didn’t wait for her to recover.

I staggered into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind me, seeking refuge from the chaos outside.

The cold air hit my skin like a slap, a brief relief from the inferno raging inside me. But it was fleeting; the heat returned with a vengeance, deeper and more insistent.

I turned on the tap, letting the ice-cold water flow. I plunged my hands into it, splashing my face desperately, hoping for some semblance of clarity.

But it wasn’t enough.

I stripped off my shirt, the fabric clinging to my slick skin, drenched in sweat. My cock was hard, aching, a primal need clawing at my insides.

I needed release—needed it like I needed air to breathe.

But not like this. Not with her.

I climbed into the bathtub fully clothed, turning the shower on. Freezing water cascaded over me, a shock that made me gasp. For a fleeting moment, clarity returned, and with it, Norah’s face flashed behind my closed eyelids. Her stubborn jaw, the way she looked at me in the dark, making me feel like I was her entire world.

But then the drug surged back, hotter and wilder, drowning out my thoughts.

My hand moved against my will, wrapping around my throbbing erection.

God, it was shameful. Desperate. But I was powerless to stop.

In the icy water, my skin burned, a contradiction that sent my hips thrusting upward, seeking any form of friction.

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