Chapter Six-Luc
CHAPTER SIX-LUC
H oly fucking hell.
I could’ve killed that man with my bare hands for what he did. Luckily, Angel brought me back to reality when I heard his sharp voice growl my name.
Then I saw Maria covered in water and glass, and my attention was diverted.
Now, she’s here in my office and I’m both elated and nervous as fuck.
Imagine that.
Me.
Nervous.
I lead her to the bathroom by her hand and motion her to sit on top of the closed toilet while I gather some first-aid supplies.
We had to pass the bedroom to get here, and the door was already open. I know she saw it, and I don’t know what she’s thinking.
I mean, I want her.
I plan on fucking her.
But I’m not going to just pounce on her like some animal.
I take a deep breath as I face her, and I take the towel from where she’s holding it against her skin.
Fuck.
She smells so good. Like honey and lilacs.
It’s a combination of fragrances I never smelled on a woman.
It whets my appetite.
Makes me want to lean in close and drag my nose along her clavicle, down to where her plump breasts are straining against her destroyed top.
“This is ruined,” I murmur, and I look into her eyes as I take her straps in my hands.
She nods. Then she shivers.
“You’re cold.”
It’s not a question, and I know what I’m about to do is uncomfortable, but I can’t leave her sitting in that fucking tank top.
Just looking at it makes me mad all over again.
I slow my breathing. Forcing myself to calm down even as I grab the front of her shirt and I tear it right off her body.
Maria gasps, her hands move in front of her chest.
But I’ve seen tits before, and she’s wearing a bra. It’s not like I’m a fucking pervert.
Even if hers are the best fucking pair I’ve ever seen.
I tug the ruined material off her, forcing her arms down. Next, I grab another towel off the rack and I hold it in front of her.
“T-thanks,” she murmurs, and wraps it around herself.
I grunt.
I’m incapable of words.
Seeing her vulnerable, and having her here in my space, is a lot.
I’ve fantasized about this very thing for months. Well, not exactly.
Like, not the part where a drunk dick hurt her.
I grit my teeth and I grab the tweezers and the disinfectant from the first-aid kit.
“This will numb the area,” I whisper and spray it over her skin.
She nods.
“Hold still, Baby Girl,” I tell her.
Altogether, I extract six tiny shards of glass from her skin. I clean her wound and apply antibiotic ointment and a small bandage.
It shouldn’t scar.
Anger fills me as I think of that prick who did this to her, and I clench my jaw. I hate that she’s hurt.
“Um, thank you,” she says, and she sounds uncomfortable.
Shit.
I know I’m not doing anything to make her less stressed by being so closed off.
I already tore her fucking shirt off and accosted her without so much as an explanation.
Amazing, isn’t it?
I’m a fucking lawyer. Words shouldn’t be so hard for me.
But here I am, kneeling in front of this slip of a girl, and I can’t think of one goddamn thing to say.
“D-do you have a shirt I can borrow?” she whispers, and I want to slap myself in the forehead.
“Yeah. Of course,” I mutter, and I exit the bathroom.
I grab one of my undershirts and frown. I’m tall, yeah, and my shoulders are wide, but I’m not as big as Nico or Angel.
My build is leaner, and all my button downs are tailored for me.
Maria, fuck, Maria is hot. She’s gorgeous and curvy, completely mouthwatering.
Her skin is a golden tan color, and I don’t know if it’s from being outside or it’s just natural.
I fucking love it.
I love how she looks.
Maria looks soft to the touch. And I am dying to do just that. But I won’t. Not unless she asks me to. She’s been through enough tonight.
Besides, the point I am trying to make is I doubt my button downs can contain her tits.
They’re big. Like more than a handful big, and I have big hands and long fingers.
My dick thumps behind my fly as I imagine squeezing those big beauties.
I hear her moving around in the bathroom and when I turn, I find her looking in the mirror. She’s frowning as she inspects the bandage, but I’m not paying attention to that.
She’s lifted her long hair into a ponytail, and damn, she looks so pretty. And young.
Maybe too young for me.
I don’t know her age. Well, I know what her license says, but for some reason I don’t believe it.
She doesn’t look thirty-one.
It seems everything I think I know about this woman leaves me with another question.
I’m curious. And aroused.
I walk to the bathroom, and she spins to face me.
Maria reaches for the shirt, but I shake my head once.
Then I proceed to dress her.
It’s intimate.
I’m standing close. So close I can see her pulse jump wildly as I glance at the vein throbbing in her neck.
I lick my bottom lip. It’s a natural response. I can’t help it, but I see her eyes widen as she stares at the bottom half of my face.
“Lift your arms,” I tell her, looking down as she complies with my command.
Her breath catches as I tug the soft cotton over her arms and head. I pull the towel she is still clutching to her body away from her, and she sucks in a sharp inhale.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Her bra is made of some sheer black fabric, and it does nothing to hide her big, puckered nipples from me.
I keep pulling the shirt down, but I can’t resist her. My knuckles rub over those hardened nubs. Like dark cherries. And she utters a tiny mewling sound.
My cock is practically screaming at me to do something. So I do.
I cup my hand behind her neck and I pull her to me.
“W-what?—”
But that’s all I allow her to say. I fuse my lips to her and crush them beneath mine.
This kiss isn’t soft.
It’s not gentle.
It is full of pent up desire and emotion.
I’ve wanted this woman for months. I’ve watched her pine after my boss and blood brother. But I have her now, and she isn’t going anywhere.
All the time she’s worked here, I’ve watched her avoid men, refusing their blatant passes.
It’s part of the job, I know. But I don’t like it. I don’t want anyone hitting on her, and after tonight I doubt I have to worry about that particular thing any longer.
I rarely get into fistfights. At least, I don’t anymore.
But the entire bar, the Vipers, Angel, and Nico, too, all saw what I did tonight. They saw it and they will know what it means.
Maria is mine now.
Once I have the shirt in place, I step back and take a deep breath. I tell my dick to be patient.
I slow the kiss, aware that she’s clinging to me with her tiny hands clutching my shoulders.
Fuck. Her honey lilac scent is inside my nostrils, and I want it to stay there for fucking ever.
I want to get drunk on it. But I can’t. Not until she understands.
Maria’s life has just changed, and she doesn’t even know it.
But I have to tell her.
“We need to talk.”