Chapter 31
ONYX
“What the fuck?”
Nash stared at us as we walked into the house. I froze. Lucero had no shirt on and my wrists were already covered in bruises. Both of us were red faced and a bit out of breath. Nash’s gaze slid over us.
“So… things went well?” he asked Lucero, brow raised.
“Yep!” Lucero grinned and pointed his thumb at me. “I’ve still got myself a husband!”
“Idiot,” I muttered, my face hot.
“Please put a shirt on.” Nash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This. This is why I am never settling down. Insanity,” he muttered as he walked out.
Lucero chuckled. “Nash was glad to see you.”
I stared up at him. “Honestly, I think you’re delusional and you might actually need to see a doctor about it. Like no, I’m not joking. Are you even listening to me?”
“No,” he said. “I mean, always, but I was thinking about stealing a shirt from one of my brother’s rooms. Or I might have one in the supply closet.
” He started walking, and I trailed him as he climbed the stairs.
“Yep!” he called as he opened a closet filled with clothes in the hallway.
“Ma still keeps clothes here in case we get messy.”
Lucero tugged his shirt over his head. When he lowered his arms, he tilted his head at me. Looking like the world’s biggest golden retriever.
“What?” He smiled.
“Nothing,” I muttered. “Just missed you, I guess.”
He lit up like I’d never seen him light up before.
“Really? You missed me?” He stepped closer, invading my space.
“Say it again,” he begged. “Say you missed me, bella. Need to hear it. Need to hear you say those words again.”Lucero’s voice was desperate, needy.
When a whimper fell free, it was over for me.
I immediately smiled. “I missed you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. He reached down, grabbed my waist, and hauled me over his shoulder. I protested as he carried me into a bathroom and shut the door.
“Lucero, put me down!”
He sat me on the counter. Before I could say a word, he was ripping my pants down my thighs. Lucero turned me over and yanked my underwear down too. For once, I’d gone comfort over lace and he stilled.
“Hate these,” he muttered.
“Well, I was coming to kill you, not fuck you!” I said.
Lucero ripped the black cotton boxers off me like it was nothing. He tossed them over his shoulder.
“Better,” he said.
“Hey! Stop ripping and grabbing things tonight! What has gotten into—Oh my fucking God.”
Lucero’s tongue ran up and down my asshole again as he spread my cheeks. I looked at him in the mirror, his head buried in my ass as he shoved his tongue in me. A moan shot free, my hands gripping the sink as he pulled out only to tease and lap at my hole.
My cock jumped. Already, I could feel how hard I was.
It took no time at all with Lucero. Sometimes I thought about him and it was over with.
I was already hard and throbbing for him.
His hands gripped me harder as he flicked his tongue inside once more.
He came up to breathe, and I met his gaze in the mirror.
“Fuck, Lucero,” I panted.
He grinned at me. “I missed you too.”
And then he buried his face in my ass again. My eyes rolled back as I went up on the tips of my toes. Every time I moaned, he seemed to take it as an invitation to go deeper, harder, to tease me more. He ate my ass like he was never going to see me again. I squirmed.
“L-Lucero, come on,” I groaned. “Fuck me already.”
“No,” he called. “Not done yet, Master.”
My body tingled all over. I pushed back against his face and heard him groan as I met his thrusts. My hips rocked as I started riding his face. I pressed my hand against the mirror, my stomach tightening as my orgasm built low in my belly. I gasped when he hit the sweet spot, my knees buckling.
“Can I fuck you now?” Lucero asked as he suddenly pulled away and made me growl. “Need to feel you, bella.”
“I can’t even lie, I don’t feel like waiting. Put it in, baby. Come on. Split me open with that big-ass cock.”
Lucero hopped to his feet. I watched as he struggled with his belt and then the pants. Before he could fully get free, I spun around and ripped his belt out of the loops. The leather swished as it pulled free.
“Lean down.”
Lucero immediately bent over. I wrapped the belt around his neck before I looped it carefully. He groaned, his pupils blown wide as he stared at me like I was some kind of god. Lucero made me feel like I was. As if I was the best thing in his world.
I turned around again. “Come on. Do it.”
He started fumbling again. When his cock was out, heavy, purple, and dripping wet, he groaned. I watched him frantically search the drawers until he found some vaseline. He slathered it over his cock before he lined up behind me.
I tugged the belt and he choked. “Don’t go slowly,” I said. “Fast. Hard. Give me everything you’ve got.” I grinned. “Your whole family is downstairs. We can’t take forever. Or they’re going to know what a little freak you are.”
Lucero’s cheeks turned pink. “Y-yes, Master,” he stammered out. “I’ll go fast. I’ll fuck you so good.” He whimpered. “I missed you so much.”
When he slammed his cock inside of me, I saw stars. The man was going to end up giving me a permanent gape. For some reason, the thought wasn’t an unappealing one. Then again, I needed my head examined right along with him. Apparently both of us were insane.
The burn, the stretch, it took control as he sank in inch by thick inch. I gasped, my body arching as his hand pushed into my hair. His fingers tangled in my locks before he yanked my head back. I yanked on the belt and he choked while I moaned.
I think we might be a match made in heaven.
No one understood me the way that Lucero did. My legs shook as he nearly pulled completely out and slammed back inside. I was the one that choked that time, a whimper on my lips for the first time ever.
“So good,” Lucero moaned. “So fucking good, my bella. My everything.” His hands gripped my hips hard, his huge hands covering and holding them easily. “Gonna worship you forever.”
That broke something in me. Something, probably my sanity, snapped. I reached between my thighs and stroked my cock as I tightened and loosened the belt.
“Harder,” I begged. “Be a good boy, Lucero. Give me what I want, baby. Deeper, yes, just like that!” I cried out as my head flew back. I pressed on my stomach. I swore I could feel his cock there. “Shit, you’re gonna kill me.”
“Never,” he whimpered. “Never. I’ll always take care of you. Not ever gonna leave you. Not for a second…”
The look of pure lust and satisfaction on his face went right to my balls. I felt them draw up as I stroked harder. Faster.
“When you said you were coming here to kill me?” Lucero slammed in roughly, his hand turning tighter in my hair. “All I could think was that if you killed me, I would have died happy. Probably would have cum right before I went. Just for you. Only for you, Onyx.”
I stared at him. How the hell was I supposed to think straight when he said crazy stuff like that? A moan tore from my lips.
“Fuck, you’re goddamn insane.” I shuddered, my legs shaking. “But I love you anyway.”
Lucero stopped. One minute he was banging into me so hard that the wet slap of skin against skin, and the sound of my knee banging into the cabinets under the sink were the only sounds. Now, it was so quiet, I felt my heart drop. The words had spilled out, but I meant them. Every last syllable.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Move, baby.”
That seemed to break the spell. Lucero blinked rapidly and then he slammed inside of me with strength I honestly didn’t know he had. When I came, it was with pain and pleasure twisting up my spine. He was right after me, grunting, whimpering, begging as he filled my ass.
“Love you,” he panted against my spine. “Love you so much. So fucking much. Don’t ever leave again, Onyx. Please, bella. Please.”
My heart squeezed. I reached up and touched his neck.
“Never,” I said. “Okay? I promise.”
And I meant that too.
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“Try this one on,” Lucero said as he gave me a blue dress, a deep sapphire color.
“Whose is it?” I asked.
“Elia’s,” he said. “You two are about the same size.”
I stripped out of the cargo pants and top in the bathroom.
When I went to put the dress on, Lucero took it instead and slipped it over my head.
He pulled it down slowly, letting it fall around me.
When I turned, he laced the back, the strings showing my back through them.
As soon as the dress was on, I felt more like myself.
“Better?” he asked as he placed his chin on top of my head.
I smiled up at him. “Better.”
“Good. We should go down and eat. Oh, and check on Adam.”
I stiffened. “Oh God, I forgot about Adam for a second!” My stomach twisted. “I’m such a piece of?—”
Lucero’s big hand slapped over my mouth. His eyes had darkened in the mirror, mine wide. He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear.
“If you say something bad about yourself right now, I’m going to fuck you again and not listen to any of your orders,” he said, his lids low.
“I’ll make sure everyone hears what a little freak you are.
” He kissed my temple. “Adam is a grown man. If he needed help, I’m sure he would ask for it.
That is not your job. Stop trying to think for him when he hasn’t told you to. ”
I stared at Lucero in shock. Every word either twisted me into a lustful idiot or made me feel stripped bare in front of him. He gazed at me in the mirror as if he was waiting for me to get my shit together.
I nodded. When he removed his hand, I sighed. “Okay,” I whispered. “You’re right. I’m sure he’s fine.”
Lucero’s grip on my shoulders was tight. “Good job.”
“Yeah?” I asked. I smirked. “Good boy.”