Chapter Twenty-Five-Luc
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE-LUC
M y blood is roaring inside my ears, and I can’t even fucking think, much less form words.
I feel like a wounded beast.
I just finished my meeting with Nico and Angel, and I am fucking two seconds from losing it.
I take in Maria’s sexy outfit.
Her dark almond eyes and thick black lashes.
That fucking honey lilac scent.
And I want to howl like an animal. But vipers don’t fucking howl. And I’m not just Luc here.
I’m the motherfucking Council.
I replay the last few minutes of the meeting as I lead the way to my office.
“Uh, Boss, there is something else.”
“What?” Nico asks.
“Maria. She’s been hiding something”
“And?”
“I don’t know, Nico. But that scuffle the other day? The guy I fucked up is a scout for Sanchez,” I tell him.
“So, you think Maria is working for Sanchez?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him, and it guts me.
“We had Maria vetted like everyone else,” Angel says.
I hear her boots padding behind me and I grit my teeth.
She looks good. Really good.
All I want to do is sink into her. But fucking Baby Girl is the last thing I need to do right now.
And it makes me so angry.
“Sit down, Mia. ”
I am seated at my desk and facing her when I say her birth name, and she fumbles a step.
But she’s not a coward and despite what she thinks, she is not weak.
She straightens her shoulders and takes another step. Then another. Then she sits at one of the chairs in front of my desk.
I don’t want her there. I want her on my lap.
But I need answers.
And I am done being patient.
“Do you work for Sanchez?” I ask, acknowledging the big, ugly fucking elephant in the room.
“What?” she gasps, and I see confusion and then anger fill her gaze.
“You think I work for that piece of shit? I told you, I flirted with his son when I was barely twenty-one. He died before anything got serious, as you should fucking know!” she shouts.
I’m equal parts enraged that she mentions this youthful flirtation, and so fucking proud of her for yelling at me.
“Why didn’t you tell me who your father worked for when you told me your story earlier today?”
She looks at me like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about, then she shakes her head.
“I don’t know, Luc. I mean, I was falling apart before. Mami was in the hospital, and I felt guilty about not knowing because I was at your place with you. Then you, you tricked me into saying I love you, and that stressed me out!”
Maria is shouting at me, and fuck, she looks so good.
Her tits are heaving, and I want to fall face first into them. Her eyes are shining, her hair is wild and floating around her shoulders, and the vibe she is giving off is pure fucking power and heat.
“I tried telling you everything, but it’s a fucking lot! I wasn’t lying about it, Luc,” she is still shouting.
This woman has the power to fucking wreck me.
Does she know it?
Does she care?
The idea she is playing me for a fool. That she is using me to get Sanchez closer to taking over the Vipers’ turf is driving me mad.
But I still want her so fucking badly, I can taste it.
She’ll make a fool of you , something dark whispers inside me. But I shut that thought right fucking down.
I stand and I wipe my hand across my desk, sending pens and papers flying.
“How the fuck am I supposed to know what you’re lying about if you keep things from me?!”
It’s my turn to be mad.
Fuck.
And I am mad. I’m so fucking mad.
But Maria grabs the handles of the chair, jumping because I startle her with my anger.
Mia not Maria.
“Maria’s my middle name. It’s still mine,” she whimpers, and I close my eyes.
“I didn’t know I said that out loud,” I murmur.
“Luc,” she says, standing, and she walks over to me, her hands outstretched.
I shake my head.
I can’t let her touch me. If she touches me I will fuck her right here,
But she can’t hear my inner arguments.
“Fuck,” I hiss as she smooths her hands up my chest.
“What are you doing?” I growl.
“Whatever I want,” she replies.
And it’s so hot.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded as she drops to her knees in front of me.
My dick is pounding against my pants, and I groan as she slides the zipper down and reaches into my boxers, freeing me.
“I’m not a spy, Luc. I wouldn’t even know how to start,” she says, then kisses my tip.
“It’s true, I came here with a plan to get protection. But I guess I’m just as na?ve as I used to be. I didn’t plan for you. I didn’t know I would fall for you,” she says, and wraps her tongue around the ring dangling from the tip of my cock.
“Maria, you are playing with fire,” I growl, unable to resist flexing my hips as she wraps her mouth around me.
“I’ve never done this. But I want to try. Will you t-teach me?” she whispers and she’s using both hands to circle the base of my dick.
I nod.
“Open wide, Baby Girl. That’s it. Stretch that fucking mouth. Loosen your jaw, that’s it. Now keep your eyes on me. Watch me as I feed you my dick.”