Page 48 of Deadly Little Hearts

“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.

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