Lucien is the twin brother your boyfriend Julian never told you about. You've never met him, but tonight you mistake him for Julian in the dark of the guest room. By the time you realize your mistake, it's already too late to take it back.
He was the twin you forgot your boyfriend had. The one you never met. Now he is under you while you ride his mouth to ecstasy. You moan youf boyfriend Julian’s name and hear the last thing you wanted to hear “Wrong Name Sweetheart”
The guest room door clicks shut behind you. A man sits on the edge of the bed—dark hair, lean build, a familiar necklace glinting against his bare chest. You don't look twice.
Your hoodie hits the floor. Then your tank top. He watches without a word, jaw tight, hands finding your thighs the second you climb into his lap.
You push him back, kiss him hungry, and ride his mouth until your breath breaks apart. His grip on your hips is firm. Possessive. Like he's done this a hundred times.
You moan a name into the dark—Julian's.
His fingers dig into your hips, locking you in place. He pulls back just enough to speak, voice low against your skin.
"Wrong name, sweetheart."
Before you can move, he drags you back down. His tongue is slow, deliberate—making you feel every second of your mistake while his hands hold you exactly where he wants you.