Page 119 of Undone

Her head falls back as I play with her; words of love and need fall from my lips as my fingers enter her—going in as deep as they can. She pants. The claws of my hot, little kitten come out scratching my forearms as I feel her coating my hands before she comes on them.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Come for me, darlin’. I fuckin’ love you so much.”

She does exactly what I ask. My lips find her neck again as her breath evens, her pulse begins to even out and she stills.

Shit.

Here it comes.

She rolls faster than I expected. Her eyes are hot fire as she glares at me. “Get out of my bed. I already kicked you out of my heart.” Her knee presses down, aiming for my nuts again.

“Fuck, Luce,” I hiss in pain, cupping myself.

She jumps off me before I can grab her. The sound of the bathroom door slamming makes me wince. I’ll be surprised if the damn door didn’t crack.

After the pain in my balls stops barking, I roll out of bed and step into my jeans. I walk over to the door, placing my palms against it. Bending my head, I speak even and low. “Nothing is gonna shut me out, Lucille. I’d break a thousand doors—if I know you are on the other side.”

She doesn’t answer. But I hear the sound of her crying softly in the dark. The thought of her crying rips me up like a thousand razor blades.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t. I’m here to start our forever. Don’t make me wait.”

“STOP! JUST STOP! I don’t need you and your empty, sweet words! I’m done. YOU HEAR ME?” She screams. “I’ve heard all this before and then you ghost me. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be alone anymore. Just when I thought it was safe to give every piece of me to you—you smash me. Crush me. Again, and again! Damn you, Smith. Just leave me alone.”

With my palm still resting on the door, I reach into the pocket of my jeans with my other hand for the diamond ring I brought with me. I bought it months ago. Actually, the week I met her. It’s an antique. Vintage. Elegant, classy and unique just like her.

“Let me in, baby.”

“NEVER!”

Sighing, I back away from the door. “Get back then, babe, ‘cause your big, bad wolf is coming in.”

With one heavy kick, I take the damn thing down. Luce screams as she huddles in the corner. Splintered wood flies everywhere. We stare at one another, neither one of us willing to back down.

Mac comes barreling in a few minutes later. I guess he came back at some point during the night. Luce mentioned he stays in the guest room on occasion.

“What the fuck?” He switches on a light, eyeing the two of us and the wreck we make when we’re together.

“Tell Rog, I’ll owe him a new door,” I reply, hauling Luce over my shoulder like a ragdoll and smacking her lightly on the butt. She pounds her tiny fists into my back as I carry her back to bed.

“Get the hell out, Mac. Luce isn’t into audiences.”

She fumes. He laughs his head off and leaves, shutting the bedroom door behind him. I come down on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen to what I have to say?”

She answers by trying to raise a knee to my groin again.

“Ah, sweetheart. That’s okay. I have all the time in the world to get you to change your mind.” My lips fall to her neck. My beard tickles her skin. “Remember what my face felt like between your thighs? I grew my beard back out for you, love.”

She wriggles under me, unable to take my sweet torment.

“Sex can’t fix what you did… how you left me in the cold, waiting for you to return. You keep leaving Lucas. Why do you always leave me?”

“I had to. To protect you. I had enemies that needed handling.”

“So? Rog and Duke have enemies, but they didn’t leave their women behind.”

“Fuck, Luce. Rog and Duke aren’t the PREZ of CREED. I’m different. The things I had to do to be here right now weren’t pretty. I killed to be with you. And I’d do it all again.”

“Don’t put your sins on me.”

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