Chapter Twenty-Seven-Luc
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN-LUC
“ L uc, this is crazy,” Maria says, and I know she’s just nervous.
But my mind is made up.
“And I’m crazy about you, so it makes sense,” I tell her, and I feel her eyes on me.
I know she needs more.
She’s told me she loves me, and all I say is I’m crazy about you?
Fucking lame, Luc.
I grit my teeth. My inner voice can be a total douchebag sometimes.
“What if you regret this? What if you get tired of me in like a day?”
“Just keep wearing those backless panties and we won’t have a problem,” I mumble and adjust my hardening dick.
She smirks. But then she shakes her head.
“I’m serious, Luc,” she replies as I pull into the garage.
I turn in my seat and grab her chin.
“I’m fucking serious too. You belong to me, Baby Girl. Now keep your sweet ass right there until I open the door,” I say, then I lean over and kiss her lips.
Goddamn.
I love kissing Maria. It’s an addiction, I know.
Each time our lips meet, I want to swallow her down.
I want to devour her so I can keep her inside me, always.
She doesn’t know it. She can’t comprehend it.
Seven months is a long time to obsess over someone. I know her better than she thinks. I know she fits perfectly with my life.
So yeah, I am very certain I want her living in my house.
Our house now.
I grin at that and open her door, cocking my head as I watch her long skirt get caught on something. It slides up as she moves forward, then it slips back down her thick thighs as she stands.
Fuck.
Who knew getting out of a car could rival pornography?
On a hotness scale of one to ten, I give Baby Girl an eleven. And knowing that I’m the only man to have her, well, that just makes it even better.
What can I say? I’m a fucking barbarian like that.
I go to the trunk and take out her scuffed up rolling suitcase and the backpack she filled with her toiletries.
“Um, what about my other stuff?” she asks.
“It’ll be packed up and brought over,” I tell her.
“That’s silly. I can do it.”
“Not necessary,” I say.
I won’t tell her I can’t stand the idea of her in that place.
Basement apartment? The landlord should be shot.
It’s a fucking hovel.
Oh, she did what she could to brighten it. She has woven baskets and bins, colorful curtains hanging up.
It’s not her. It’s the place. The landlord is more like a slumlord, and I plan to have words with him.
Maria isn’t the slob she claims she is.
Okay, there is some disarray with clothes and makeup. But everything beneath it, the stuff that matters, it is all clean.
Which is saying a lot, considering the floors and cabinets and appliances all suck.
Fucking shit hole .
Maria will not be returning to that dump. Period.
The elevator opens silently, and I place my hand on the lock, then instruct her to do the same.
“There, now you are in the system. And all my men already know who you are and that you live here now.”
She nods, but she’s worrying her lip between her teeth.
I know she’s been here, but I admit, I didn’t exactly give her a tour.
“Let me show you upstairs,” I say to break the ice.
“Don’t we need to use the elevator?” she asks, likely because I am tugging her in the other direction.
“Yeah, but it’s a different one.”
Her eyebrows raise and I rub the back of my neck.
She’s quiet while we ride up, and I don’t pressure her, cause I am generally a quiet person, too.
I’ve seen her apartment now, and I think she’ll like what I am going to show her.
“What’s this?” she asks, pointing to the door that leads to a set of stairs.
“That goes to the roof, but come in here first,” I tell her.
She listens, as she usually does, and my heart beats faster.
I fucking love how she trusts me. She might not know it. Hell, maybe she is too young to know it.
But I push that thought out of my head. I’m more than ten years her senior, and that is something I really don’t want to dwell on.
Besides, Maria is not like other women. She’s graceful and smart.
Hardworking.
Sweet.
And dirty.
For a recent inductee into the world of carnal delight, Maria is a goddamn prodigy.
Her willingness to follow my lead makes that hard heart inside my chest pump a little harder. She makes my blood sizzle and my body ache.
She’s so damn beautiful. Sometimes it hurts to look at her.
All that innocence. All that willingness to follow me into sin. It is irresistible. So, I don’t bother trying.
And the thought of not being with her? It breaks my fucking heart.
So, I won’t entertain it.
Cause it is not going to happen.