Chapter 38
CHAPTER
THIRTY-EIGHT
SLOAN
I stressed, “Let me remind you that you followed me.”
“Cuba? Playin’ dominos? Was that a setup?”
“Yes and no.”
He threw my words back at me. “Care to elaborate?”
“I was DJing, so it was two birds with one stone.”
“New Orleans?”
“You invited me, remember?”
“So that night you wanted to fuck me for what? Information?”
“No.” I frowned.
He juggled his hands. “You see how this can get confusin’ for me, yeah?”
“Yeah…” I agreed.
“How about the movies? The dinners? You sleepin’ in my arms… was all that a part of your con?”
I shook my head. “You were never a con to me.”
“Don’t feel like that, yeah?”
“Yeah…” I repeated, bowing my head. Thinking about it for a moment, I peered up at him and reacted. “What if I had told you? What if I’d come clean before tonight? What would have happened? Would you still have hated me?”
With a sincere expression, he admitted, “I would have trusted you a hell of a lot more than I do right now.”
“Fair,” I rasped, knowing he was right about that too but still hating it. “How long are you going to punish me for it?”
“You honestly think this is easy for me? All this time,” he rationalized, looking deep into my eyes. “I thought you were my savior. Turns out, you could possibly be my demise.”
“I’m far from your guardian angel, Luke.”
And with that, he simply stated, “The devil was an angel once.”
He was over to me in two long strides, backing me up against the headboard.
I thought he was going to kiss me.
Touch me.
But he did none of those things. He took one last hard look at me, then turned, and left.
If I screamed for Nav to come free me, I’d only be making things worse between them, and the asshole knew it too.
I reluctantly turned off the light and lay down to try to pass out. The handcuff made it nearly impossible to get comfortable, so I tossed and turned, restless and dazed.
The tornado of emotions lingered in the room, in the air, in my soul.
Long after he left, his words still pounded in my head, over and over again. Not letting up until sleep finally won. It didn’t matter how many times I racked my brain for answers.
The man was already engrained in my heart.
I dreamed of the way his strong arms felt around me.
Engulfing me in nothing but his warm body.
His weight on top of me.
The reassuring words he always spoke in my ear.
“Sloan,” he whispered in my ear.
I swear it felt so real, so true, so consuming, like he was right there with me. I didn’t want to wake up.
I felt his lips on my neck, softly kissing me, making his way up to my mouth. I stirred, fluttering my eyes open. Blinking away the sleepy haze, I tried to focus. My eyes adjusted to the light cascading off the moon from the sliding glass doors.
“Luke?” I sleepily asked. “I was just dreaming about you.”
“Is that right?”
His eyes held so much emotion.
His sincere expression was almost hard to follow.
All I could see was pain.
My heart ached to see him broken.
I missed his smile, his laughter, his love.
I could physically feel his saddened glare on my face as he lay on top of me. Feeling it so much more than I could have ever imagined. Almost like I could touch it.
In the beat of a drum, he handcuffed my other wrist to the iron headboard.
I gasped, surprised but also immediately turned the fuck on.
I was never one for bondage. I hated not being in control. I avoided it at all costs, but sometimes it couldn’t be prevented. Each time, I’d hide within myself.
But with Luke, I willingly surrendered to him if that was what he needed to make things right with us.
He must have understood how hard that was for me because he specified, “Your safe word is symphony.”
I smiled, acknowledging, “Because music is my safe place?”
He brushed his lips against mine. “You like bein’ at my mercy?”
“Yes…”
“What do you want, baby?”
“You…”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
He growled, claiming my lips. My tongue sought out his, and our kiss quickly turned passionate, moving on its own accord and taking what the other needed.
It was urgent.
Demanding.
Burning with fire.
“Luke,” I moaned in a voice I didn’t recognize.
His fingers slid between my legs.
“Ahhh…” I breathed out as he began slowly rubbing my clit.
I rocked my hips against his hand. “Oh God…”
“You like that?” he taunted, knowing damn well I did.
“Yes…”
As a reward, he slapped my clit, making my knees buckle and wrists jerk against the chains.
Skimming his lips against mine, he groaned, “I can already taste you in my mouth.” He rubbed my slit again. “Look how wet I make you…”
“Ah…” I moaned.
My back arched off the bed.
“Good girl, just like that,” he praised, kissing me. “Just wait until I get your clit into my mouth. That little pussy’s gonna explode all over my face.”
I did, coming so hard my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
The fact that he was literally able to make me come in less than a minute without even putting his mouth on me was truly pathetic on my part.
But fuck…
He could play me like he was a prodigy of foreplay and fucking.
Of course he didn’t let me recover and continued to kiss and lick down my body before he sucked my clit into his mouth.
His tongue was relentless, licking from my opening to my clit with his skilled lips as he slid his fingers into my pussy.
His body took on a whole different demeanor.
The cold, calloused bastard was gone, and the warm, passionate man was back.
“You’re all mine, ya feel me?”
“No…” I panted. “But you definitely feel me.”
He did a come-hither motion with his fingers on my G-spot, and I couldn’t hold back. I came down his hand.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“No…”
He purposely worked me over, knowing exactly what to do that drove me wild.
“I love gettin’ what I want.” He feasted on me. “Now I’m gonna fuck that little attitude right out of you.”
I smiled, rocking against his hand.
“But where’s my tough girl?” he baited again, never letting up on his assault on my pussy. “My feisty Duchess? Where’s my Sloan?”
It was obvious Luke was living in the moment, like he needed to prove he owned my body, mind, and soul. He wanted me to feel worshipped, my body aching for him in every way possible.
My heart rapidly beat in my chest, making it difficult to catch my breath.
It became erratic.
Urgent.
Heady.
Falling over the edge.
“Oh…” I screamed out, and he immediately covered my mouth with his hand.
Pressing down, he warned in a husky tone, “You tryin’ to get me killed, darlin’?”
I moaned through his hand, loving his dominance over me. I writhed around, feeling loved and adored.
“Give me one more,” he ordered, and I didn’t have to be asked twice.
With perfect precision, he manipulated my G-spot in ways that had me seeing stars.
I didn’t realize he had released his hold on my thighs and was on top of me within seconds. His large, muscular frame made me feel so tiny, so safe. I couldn’t wait to stare into his eyes to feel like he was mine once again. Savoring the feel of his secure arms and his hard cock against me.
Breathing in his scent.
I felt his breath along my lips. “I’m gonna fill that pussy with my cum.”
“You really…” I panted, winded. “Have this dirty talk thing down…”
“You wanna feel it?” he baited in the most addicting voice. “You wanna feel me come in your pretty little pussy?”
Before I could answer, he roughly flipped me over. Now I was on my knees, ass up. The handcuffs clanked against the metal of the headboard, strangling my wrists, but I didn’t care one bit.
I looked back, teasing, “I thought you’d never ask.”
In one hard thrust, he was deep inside me, growling, “I’m not askin’.”
I could have come from that alone.
He slowly pulled out, only to plunge back in hard with his hands gripping my hips. “You look so pretty when you’re takin’ my dick.”
My eyes fluttered as I started backing up into his rough thrusts. “You’re going to make me come.”
He smacked my ass hard. “Good girls don’t come until I tell them to.”
Gripping my hair from the nape of my neck, he yanked me back with such force that I collided with his chest. The handcuffs squeezed the hell out of my wrists, but once again, I didn’t give a shit about it.
My back curved, and my eyes shut as he fucked me.
Claimed me.
Made me his and only his.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded, and they fluttered open.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Look at you, takin’ me so well.” Grabbing my chin, he turned my face to kiss him. “Hands on the headboard,” he demanded, kissing and licking along the back of my neck.
I did as I was told.
“You’re goin’ so good for me…”
Harder.
Faster.
“That’s it…” he growled. “Take… take it, it’s yours.”
My eyes widened in pleasure.
In pain.
It felt one and the same.
Holding me flush against his chest, I felt his warmth consume me as he took his time hitting all the right spots inside me. His back muscles flexed with every thrust.
Every push and pull.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
I needed him.
Wanted him.
Loved him.
Love him.
Our mouths were parted, still touching, both of us panting profusely, trying to feel each and every sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. His one hand snaked around to play with my sensitive clit, and I lost it.
His heady movements were almost as pained as the glare in his eyes. I felt his heart pounding against my back. His kisses reached deep within the depths of my soul, and his strong hands and muscular body possessed me in ways I’d never experienced before.
I never thought possible.
I came hard.
Fast.
Falling forward.
“Look at me while I come deep inside you,” he ordered in a strangled tone, hanging on by a thread.
“Please, please, please…”
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
I didn’t want him to stop, terrified of what would happen when he did.
His torment.
His demons.
They were now mine too.
“Sloan,” he growled from within his chest, releasing his seed deep inside me. Shaking, he kissed me passionately.
I let him take me and have his way with me.
As he made love to me, I was aware he was trying to fuck me out of his heart.
His mind.
His soul.
However, it had the opposite effect.
Once we caught our breaths, he murmured into my neck, “Look at the absolute mess you made.”
I knew he meant it as a double innuendo, and I laughed it off. To my surprise, he actually uncuffed me, but it was only to cuff me to him instead. At least it was progress…
I fell asleep in his arms.
No dreams.
No nightmares.
And I swear I heard him utter… “Te amo.”