Chapter Twelve-Luc
CHAPTER TWELVE-LUC
G oddamn.
Maria is inside my home, facing me, her chest heaving inside that piece of fucking lingerie she’s been wearing in public all night, and I wanna howl like a fucking beast, rip it off her body and burn it so she’ll never wear it again.
I also want to keep it.
I want her to wear that for me and me alone with a sexy pair of red panties to match.
Guess I’m a man of many contradictions, but there is one thing I am absolutely sure of.
I want this woman.
I feel the snake coiled inside my soul unwind. He slithers free, testing the air, catching the need wafting off her in waves.
I shouldn’t do this. I should let her go home.
She’d be better off without someone like me.
My life is fucked up.
The Vipers mean everything to me. I spend all my time working to keep us safe, to keep us solvent and whole.
But Nico has a wife now. A baby. Why can’t I have that, too?
I feel so fucking stupid. So needy when I have those thoughts.
But I have to admit they’ve been coming to me with increasing urgency.
Still, I won’t force Maria. I’ll find some workaround for claiming her like I did so publicly. If she wants to go, that is.
The question is, does she?
But when I open my lips, that isn’t what I ask.
“Want something to drink?” I say instead.
Maria shakes her head.
Then before I can offer her an out, tell her I’ll take her home, Maria slides her hands up my chest and around my neck, pulling me to her.
“Luc?”
She mewls my name. A question in her tone. But her voice is like sweet fucking music in my ears.
I groan and suck on her tongue, my hands searching for the fastenings on that goddamn fucking corset.
I’m impatient.
Greedy.
Half out of my mind with lust. So, no, I don’t take my time. I just find the general area, and I grab the material in both fists.
Then I tear.
Maria yelps, but I’m still kissing her, so I swallow the sound.
She pushes against my chest, and I lift my head.
“You ripped my top!”
I nod, licking my lower lip as I pull the thing off her body and bare her gorgeous fucking tits.
She tries to cover them, but I hold her arms down.
I can see from her expression she’s more shocked than scared. That’s good.
I don’t want her scared.
And her nipples, those big, glorious cherries , are already hard for me.
“Fuck, Baby Girl, look at you,” I murmur. “So fucking pretty.”
I press both my palms against her tits, and I squeeze, shoving them up so I can lick across the tops.
Maria’s hands find purchase in my hair as I lick and suck and bite on her sweet tits.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
I bite down harder. Leaving a mark. And when I lift my head to see it, my dick is like fucking steel.
“The pants. Take them off,” I command.
I am holding on by a thread and Maria’s almost shy display is wreaking havoc on me.
It’s like she’s innocent. Or pretending to be. And I don’t know what to do with innocence. I’ve never had it before.
Hell. I’ve been fucking girls since I was thirteen years old.
But it’s been a while now, and I’m not used to being gentle.
She’s staring at me with her big almond shaped eyes open wide like a doe, and fuck, I love that look. That expression.
It makes my cock pulse.
“I said, take your pants off, Baby Girl.”
“Here?”
“That’s right. Right here. I’m the only one who lives here. The only one who will see you.”
“B-but the lights on, and the window?—”
“Are you questioning me?” I ask, cocking my head as I undo the buttons of my shirt.
Her eyes glaze over when I pull it off, and I like that she likes what she sees.
I’m not one of those beefed up muscle heads, but I’m lean, and I know I look good.
I’ve got enough muscle, and it is not from some gym. My arms and pecs, and my six-pack are all hard earned.
I’m not a pencil pusher despite being a lawyer.
Women tend to like my body. Especially that V leading to my cock.
I never cared one way or another what anyone thought about my looks, but I care what she thinks.
And that fucks with my head.
I want to know what’s going on inside her mind, but when I look, Maria’s eyes are on my sleeve of tattoos.
Then I wonder what she’ll think when she sees my pierced dick.
“Maria, you’re not listening.”
“What?” She seems dazed, standing there with her big tits out, just staring at me as I unbuckle my pants.
She’s pensive. Her mind is racing, and she blurts out something that makes me want to grin. But I don’t.
“You’re acting like you own me.”
It’s a challenge, and I accept it.
“What you don't seem to understand, Little Girl, is I do own you. You belong to me now. You do what I say. And I say, get naked.”