Page 121 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I want her.
“Kane?”
I close my eyes against the sound of her voice. I try to deny it, but… I can’t. And I don’t want to deny her any longer.
The way she looks at Lorenzo and Ramiel? I want it for myself. Selfishly, I want the love she so freely gives.
And I want to give it to her in return.
My magic lashes out, wrapping thick coils of rope around her waist and yanking her forward until she’s on her feet in front of me. Her mouth is parted open in a gasp, eyes wild as she takes me in.
And I don’t care if it will hurt me. I don’t care.
Something in me snaps.
“I need you,” I say, my voice a strangled whisper. “I need you like I’ve never needed anybody in my entire existence. I need to fuck you and hold you.”
“Kane?”
“I want your stares, Lourdes. I want your eyes to fall on me lovingly like they do with my brothers. I want my palms to burn with the memory of your touch. I want your kisses and your gasps and your sighs. I want your mornings, afternoons, and nights. I want your laughter and your tears. I want the taste of your cunt on my lips and your love branded into my fucking soul. I want everything you have to offer.” I fall to my knees in front of her. “And I want to offer you everything else in return.”
“Kane…”
I finally look up at her. The torture marring my features is something I’m unable to hide. I don’t want to hide it anymore. Let her see what she does to me. To the great Lord of The Pit. Let her see that she is the only one who brings me to my fucking knees. The only one to ever reduce me to this.
The only one with power over me.
Power I will gladly hand over with a smile on my fucking face.
“Please,” I beg.Beg. “Please say yes.”
She takes a shuddering breath, closes her eyes. She’s silent, and I give her that silence to think, even if every moment of it is nothing short of excruciating.
Finally, she opens her eyes. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes.”
There’s a crack in my chest like bones breaking. Like magic shattering. And I know… I know that the curse, whatever the Spell Weaver believed to be tied over me, has finally vanished.
I’ve taken the plunge and broken free of that which shackled me.
“Thank fuck,” I whisper. “What’s our safe word?”
“Lepver.”
“Again.”
“Lepver.”
“Very good.” I give her a reassuring smile. “I know we said my brothers had to be present lest I hurt you, but… I can touch you now. And I’m selfish. I want you for myself.”
Her entire body trembles. “You can have me.”
The elation her words make me feel are unmatched. “Say it again. Once more.”
“Lepver.”
“Good girl.”
And finally, finally, I reach my hands out, gripping the backs of her thick thighs and pulling her towards me.
