25. Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Freya
M y heart thumps so loudly I can’t hear anything else.
I can feel him near, closing in on me.
I shouldn’t have followed him here, but I didn’t have anything else to do.
I’ve been bored shitless the last couple of days, moping around Hazen’s mansion.
Although my new bedroom feels like a safe haven, even those four walls have started closing in.
Kai’s been dodging my messages, and I’m pissed off.
If he thinks I’ve chosen them over him, he’s a dickhead.
I didn’t choose to get kidnapped and taken away from him, but he won’t see it that way.
I did text him and tell him that, but he’s not interested—probably thinks it’s an excuse.
Amirah’s been preoccupied doing God knows what, so I’ve been left to my own devices.
I spent the first day here online shopping on Hazen’s credit card, restocking my wardrobe and getting my skincare essentials.
There are only so many places to explore in Hazen’s house, since the boys won’t let me leave without their approval.
That’s resulted in more than one argument; they know better than to keep me locked up.
I needed to do something, and when Lucas left, I didn’t hesitate to follow him.
My back presses against one of the crates.
I don’t move a muscle, afraid I’ll give away my location.
This is what I’ve been craving—that sensation of my heart exploding out of my chest.
The danger of getting caught at any moment.
In some fucked-up way, it helps me feel free.
It makes me feel alive.
Having nothing to do drives me crazy.
All the thoughts become too loud, too much.
They are silent when I’m on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump, or in a dangerous position like this.
I open my mouth and let out a low, bird-like whistle before moving around the crate with a playful smile on my lips.
Lucas said this cat is hungry, and I’ll play the helpless little birdie for him.
I want to get caught; I want to be punished.
A faint exhale is so close, I shuffle nearer to the edge of the crate and peer around it.
Hands wrap around my waist, and I scream.
A palm covers my mouth from behind, and I bite down hard into his finger.
He curses, shoving me away, and my back hits the crate hard.
Pain bites into my skin.
My gaze clashes with Lucas’s angry light-brown eyes.
“Naughty little birdie, what am I going to do with you?”
I bite into my lower lip.
“Punish me?” I ask, but it’s more of a beg.
His eyes shift to a darker brown.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He steps forward, closing in on me.
The air around us shifts, the coolness turning warm.
Hot.
My skin burns, itching to be touched by him.
He hasn’t touched me since before that night, and I want him.
I crave him.
Please touch me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growls, his eyes narrowing.
“Following you because I’ve got nothing better to do with my time.” I shrug and he releases a heavy breath.
“Why is it impossible to stay mad at you?” he asks, like I have the answer.
I don’t, but I know what I want, and if he doesn’t give it to me, then I’ll take it—without his permission.
“Why can’t I just walk away?” he whispers, perhaps more to himself than me.
I answer anyway.
“Because you know as well as I do that our souls are connected. Drawn together like fire to wood, and no matter how far you try to run, the flame always follows.”
I want to run the other way, to put distance between us, but I can’t.
No matter what I do, I’m always drawn back to him.
To them.
As Lucas runs a finger along my jaw, he stares at me, his brown eyes glistening over.
He’s fighting an internal battle; it’s evident in those eyes.
“I hate that I love you,” he whispers, and my mouth becomes dry.
I stare at him, waiting for him to take it back—to say that he lied, that he doesn’t love me.
The one person who truly loved me is now dead.
I want to yell and scream, to tell him that he can’t.
I’m too broken.
But the words clog in my throat.
I lower my gaze, staring at the ground.
I killed his mother, took away his family.
How could he possibly tell me he still loves me?
“You can’t,” I whisper, and Lucas tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Look at me,” he demands, but I don’t.
He lifts my chin up until I’m peering back into his soulful gaze.
My eyes blur.
He presses his forehead against mine.
His lips are so close to me, his minty breath clinging to the air around us.
“If I give my heart to you, you’d better fucking claim it, or I’ll rip open your chest and shove it right next to yours. Got it, thorn?”
“What if mine is too broken—lost, damaged, and unable to love?” I ask, licking my dry lips.
He looks down, following the movement before groaning.
“You think mine isn’t?” He scoffs.
“That’s why we all fit together. Four broken hearts coming together as one fucked-up, jagged heart.”
The corner of my mouth lifts, and he softly kisses my lips.
I push his hat off, and it falls to the ground.
“There’s still so much I don’t know about you, and I’ll spend the rest of my goddamn life discovering every single thing. Hating and loving you until you take your very last breath,” he says, and my damaged heart beats so loud.
“I love you,” I whisper, and before I can take my next breath, his lips are on mine.
His hand wraps gently around my throat, his tongue forcefully claiming my mouth.
I grip his blond hair, pulling him closer.
His body molds to my every curve, but it’s not enough.
The clothes between us need to go.
I want his skin touching mine.
I place my hand on his chest, and Lucas steps back, his breathing heavy.
Voices from outside the shipping container echo around us, and they’re close.
Too close.
Fuck, what if they walk in?
Actually, who the fuck cares?
I want him.
“Take off your clothes,” I say in a husky voice.
The corner of his mouth turns up, and he lifts off his safety jacket, followed by his black T-shirt, dropping them between us.
The hard ridges of his chest trail down to a perfectly lined V, but then it stops, his stupid pants covering his most prized possession.
He follows my gaze.
“Tell me what you want, thorn,” Lucas says before biting into his bottom lip.
“Take off your pants.”
“You first,” he says, raising his eyebrow.
Oh, so we’re going to play this game.
I unbutton my jeans, pausing on the zipper.
Lucas watches me intently, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip.
I slowly pull down the zipper, pushing my jeans over my legs, along with my lacy underwear.
The cool air sends shivers across my skin.
“You next,” I say, pointing to his pants.
He doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he pulls them off and they pool at his feet.
He steps forward, his fingers disappearing under my top as he traces along my belly.
My stomach fills with butterflies.
“Arms up,” he says, and I obey.
He pulls my top off, then throws it behind us.
He grips the back of my neck and claims my mouth in a hot, all-consuming kiss.
Sliding his fingers down my back, he unclasps my bra, releasing my tits from their lacy confines.
As he flicks his thumb over my nipple, I groan into his mouth, my legs squeezing together.
He rests his head on mine.
“Down on your knees. I want your lips around my cock.” His voice comes out all gravelly, and without a second thought, I step away from the crate and sink to my knees.
The concrete bites into my skin, but I ignore it, peering up at Lucas.
“What if someone comes in?”
Lucas chuckles, his fingers tangling in my hair as he urges me forward.
“Let them watch.”
I take the head of his cock into my mouth slowly, flicking my tongue around it before swallowing him whole.
A deep groan falls from his lips and my hand grips onto his ass.
“Fucking hell, thorn. Watching you on your knees for me, sucking my cock like a damn queen . . . Jesus. It’s taking everything in me not to come down your throat already.” He closes his eyes, and I slap my hand hard on his ass.
When his eyes fly open, he smiles.
His cock hits the back of my throat, and I breathe through my nose.
My other hand fiddles with his balls, rolling the soft skin around.
Lucas pushes my head back and forth several times with more speed, then he yanks on my hair.
His cock pops out of my mouth and his warm cum shoots against my chest.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, staring at the cum running over my tits.
He offers his hand, and I take it, standing back up.
Before I can catch my breath, he spins me around and pushes me forward onto the crate.
My cheek rests against the plastic covering the crate’s contents, and my ass is bare for him.
He runs his cock between my folds and my core clenches, wanting him inside me.
Brushing my hair over my shoulder, he leans down and bites my neck.
“Hold on,” he says, then slams into me without any warmup.
I jolt forward on top of the crate, my fingers gripping on to the plastic wrap covering God knows what.
His cock fills every inch of me.
It takes me a second to adjust before my pussy loosens around him.
“Rub your clit,” he says, wrapping his hand over mine and pushing it between my legs.
My fingers rub against my nub, the friction almost too much but not enough at the same time.
He encourages me to go harder, faster, with his hand still in charge.
He wraps my hair around his other fist, pulling back slightly.
Pain bites into my skull, and it feels so fucking good.
Lucas slams into me over and over, until I’m so close to coming apart.
My heart races, and just as I’m about to release, Lucas pulls my hand, and his cock, away.
I groan, and he pulls me back by my hair and spins me around so I’m facing him.
His cheeks are tinged with a rosy red, and his chest rises and falls in sync with my own.
“I want to see you come apart for me,” he says, lifting me up by the ass.
My legs wrap around his waist before he slowly fills me inch by inch, his light-brown eyes never leaving mine.
Tears pool in my eyes, threatening to fall.
He holds me in place with his hands on my ass.
“Let go, Freya, and soak my cock. I want to feel you dripping down my balls,” he whispers, placing his head against mine, and I moan.
He claims my mouth in a sweet, tender kiss.
I drop every wall inside, just for this moment, so I can savor every taste and emotion.
Because tomorrow is never promised, and today, right here, I’m complete.
The only things missing are Hazen and Gage.