Chapter Fifteen-Maria
CHAPTER FIFTEEN-MARIA
A myriad of thoughts and moments stolen from time run through my mind as my body tries to come down from the high of having sex with Luc Batiste.
Holy fucking shit.
I had sex. Actual. Real. Hot as fuck sex. With Luc.
If what we just shared could even be categorized as just sex. But whatever.
I don’t know what this means or where I stand with him. But I finally got to choose.
And I feel so fucking good. Luc’s chest heaves and I watch him watching me as he withdraws his magnificent cock from my body.
It’s hard to reconcile the man I think I know with this one.
Luc the Viper Council is usually so quiet. He even seems sweet sometimes.
But not in here.
In here he is different.
He's confident and merciless and I fucking love it. Devious might be a better word for him.
Like he wears this mask for the world, but here is where he reveals his innermost self.
And I’m honored he chose me to see it. Honored, he took me to his bed.
He keeps repeating that I’m his, but I don’t know what that means.
All I know is I choose him right back.
My heart swells with emotion, and fuck, I think I might cry.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, and he seems really concerned.
I shake my head.
He nods, like he understands.
Maybe he does.
I think maybe he knows what a big deal this is for a girl, a woman. Luc stands up and takes me with him, carrying me princess-style to the enormous bathroom I’m guessing is his.
The countertops are black marble with gold and silver swirls, and I inhale. It’s like the rest of the place.
Opulent but tasteful.
No mess.
Nothing extra.
I’m messy.
I have three acrylic stands with face washes, creams, makeup, and other womanly potions in my tiny bathroom.
I shake my head.
He’s so wealthy. And I know he is older than me. I don’t fit in here. And the realization makes me sad.
“Stand up,” he orders, and I look up to see he’s standing in front of an enormous glass shower with six heads coming from the walls and one enormous rainfall showerhead coming from the ceiling.
It’s amazing.
He turns the water on, waiting till the temperature is right. Then he leads me inside.
I glance down, and embarrassment fills me. There is blood painted against his cock, clinging to his piercings, and I bite my lip.
“What is it?” he asks, brows furrowed.
“I’m sorry,” I sputter.
“Sorry for what?”
“About that,” I whisper and dip my chin.
I am not sure how to deal with this and yeah, I’m like seconds from panicking.
“Maria,” he says.
Luc touches a finger to my chin and lifting my eyes to his as water sluices over his shoulders and down his perfect abs.
“Don’t be sorry for this. It’s the biggest honor of my whole fucking life being the first man inside of you, understand?”
Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don’t make a sound.
“Come here, Baby Girl. Let me take care of you. Let me clean you up and tuck you in, and we can talk more tomorrow. Okay?” he tells me.
I nod my head and he does just as he says. I’m beginning to think he always follows through.
He takes a soft fluffy loofah off a hook, and he pours body wash on it.
It smells like him. Something masculine and spicy.
Then, as I stand in his shower like a deer in headlights, Luc starts to wash me.
“Turn around,” he murmurs, and somehow this feels more intimate than when he fucked me only minutes ago.
The tears keep coming, but my crying is silent. Luc just continues to watch as he runs the loofah then his hands up and down my body, over my breasts, and belly, my ass, and my sore pussy.
He turns the knob on one of the showerheads and cups some of the water. Then he cups my pussy with that same hand, and I yelp.
“Cold,” I whisper.
“It’ll help,” he says, and I have to admit, he has a point.
He does it several more times. Just cupping the cold water and holding it where I still ache.
He washes my hair, and I almost don’t remember the color shampoo I use, but his discerning eyes take it in as he watches the dark mess go down the drain.
My original color is lighter, with gold and red highlights. And as he conditions it next, I know he is curious about the waves and curls starting to spring back to life.
I feel overwhelmed with warring emotions.
Grateful.
Sated.
Needy.
Scared.
But most of all, I feel this glimmer of hope and with every passing moment it gets stronger and brighter. I’m not sure I should trust it, or him, but I can’t help it.
This man is a conundrum.
Why did he take me to his bed?
Why does he say I’m his?
I want to be, I realize, and it scares the shit out of me. I want to belong to Luc. But he can have anyone. Knowing that, why would he want me?
He does. Obviously. I’m sure I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t. Luc kisses my head, and I swear I sway on my feet.
He is tender, but he can be rough. He’s smart, but not a showoff. He’s strong, I saw him kick that guy’s ass.
He makes no sense. I can’t fit him into any one square.
Maybe that’s what I like about him the most.
Or maybe it’s his pierced cock, my dirty inner voice says.
But I’m leery and nervous. Once he finds out I’m a liar, what then?
“I got you,” Luc says, bringing me out of the downward spiral I’m headed in.
Before I know it, he has me wrapped in a towel.
He says he has me, but can that be true?
Does he mean it?
I expected annoyance or anger when he found out I was a virgin.
Maybe even scorn.
But Luc looks like I gave him a present, and to be honest, I gave him more than my virginity.
He just doesn’t know it.
And I won’t admit it.
I can’t.
Not even to myself.
Liar liar.