Chapter Thirteen-Maria
CHAPTER THIRTEEN-MARIA
H oly fucking shit.
Luc is like seriously hot.
He’s taller than he seems. Over six feet. And to me, that’s gargantuan.
He’s ordering me around like I belong to him. Like he owns me.
“You’re acting like you own me.”
Shit. I don’t mean to say that out loud, but I do.
I think he’ll get mad, but Luc’s lip twitches again like he might bust out laughing. Only, he doesn’t.
He answers me, and even though I know it’s twisted, that I’m fucked up, my panties get drenched at his words.
“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.”
I swallow, eyes wide. But I listen. I take off my boots.
“Good Girl,” he praises me and I fucking love it.
“I already told you when I got that creep away from you at the bar, and you came to my office, you’re mine. I claimed you then. And I’m gonna claim you now. With my dick,” he growls that last part.
I push down my pants, dragging my panties down with them. I’m aware that this isn’t normal.
Not the situation.
Not the fierce attraction I feel.
Not the way my pussy is clenching on air, desperate for him.
But I don’t care. Six years is long enough for me to wait to start living my life.
“Fuck, Baby Girl. You’re a goddamn knockout,” he says, and pushes his boxers off.
I look down, helpless to do otherwise, and my mouth goes dry.
Luc is hard. And big.
So fucking big.
And more. He’s got a snake tattoo running across his hip and lower abdomen. Well, it’s more like the snake’s body. The neck of the beast sort of stops right at the top of his dick, leaving the actual thing to be the head.
And what a fucking head.
Luc’s cock is enormous, thick, and long, and it’s fucking pierced.
The barbells and jewelry sort of resemble the head of a snake. The silver balls strategically place to look like eyes, mimicking the markings all across the tattoo.
It’s sexy as fuck.
Powerful.
Menacing.
Mine.
That’s a dangerous thought, but I can’t help it.
Suddenly, I am very jealous of anyone else who might have seen him this way.
“Get over here, Little Girl,” he commands, and his voice is so gritty and rough.
I like it.
I like it a lot.
I bite my lip. My pussy clenches again.
Moisture is dripping down my thighs, but I walk to him.
I’m completely naked and I know I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t.
I’m jiggly and soft. My stomach is not like his.
He’s all curved muscle and power.
My look is more like she should have skipped dessert .
But I don’t.
And I won’t.
I like food. I won’t apologize for it. Some people are just chubby.
Nerves threaten to take over, and my second step falters. It’s not the fancy rug he has covering the polished wood floors.
It’s me.
I should probably tell him I’ve never done this, but I don’t.
Because if I do, I worry he might stop.
And I don’t want him to stop.
I might not be as pretty as him to look at. But I’m cuddly. And I want him.
I lift my gaze, and I look at him. I suck in a breath because no one has ever looked at me like that.
With abject hunger.
Such blatant need.
My pulse doubles.
Luc’s eyes on me are like molten silver.
I know he likes what he sees, and it emboldens me. I straighten my shoulders and I keep going.
“That’s it. Closer. Open your mouth. Kiss me, Baby Girl, and don't fucking stop until I say so,” he says, ordering me around again.
I obey.
It’s something I can’t explain, but I want to listen to him. I need to.
I press my naked flesh up against Luc’s body and I tilt my head, giving him access to my mouth.
But Luc doesn’t just jump at me like I think he will.
His breaths are rough. Deep. But he’s still as a statue.
Then I remember.
He told me to kiss him.
So, I snake my arms around his neck, and I pull him to me.
Next, I kiss him.
And I feel it down to my very soul.