Page 73 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Your body is perfect,” he interjects. “Anyone who says otherwise is a goddamn fucking idiot. I’ll string them up in The Pit and lash the skin from their bones.”
“Alright, slow down there, King of Torture. I just mean… I don’t mind dirty talk, even a little degradation sometimes, but it’s not my favorite.”
“Understood.”
“Alright, so… is there anything else?”
He seems pensive a moment before he suddenly begins shifting from one foot to another, looking uncomfortable. He opens his mouth, closes it again.
“What?” He doesn’t respond. “If there’s anything I need to know or we need to talk about—”
“Nothing,” he says too quickly. Then, “Well…” There’s another long pause. His jaw works and he looks uncomfortable. Angry. Finally, he speaks, “It is irrelevant, as we’ve agreed we won’t touch, but there’s something you should know.” He clamps his mouth closed. Takes a deep breath through his nose. “I’ve never… fucked anyone before.”
I blink, sure I’d heard him wrong. When he doesn’t crack a smile or say ‘gotcha’ a strangled sound releases from my throat. “Joder! You’re a virgin?!”
His brows pull together angrily. “I assure you, I can and will learn your body.” He steps close and I feel the whispering touch of his magic against my skin. “And I will give you the release you so crave.”
Oh, fuck.
My lady bits gush at the words alone. And okay, it’s not that I’m worried he’s a virgin, I’m just shocked. Shooketh is my middle name right now. How can he be a virgin when he elicits such reactions from my body like it’s nothing? With a mere touch, a mere word, he leaves me a mess before him.
Maybe I’m hypocritical, or maybe it’s a double standard, but I’m glad if he’s going to explore at least it will be with me.
It’s going to befun.
“Okay. That’s fine.” There’s an awkward pause. “I mean, I’m not a virgin, if you were hoping for that?”
“Doesn’t matter to me…”
“Good.”
“It doesn’t matter to me because you’ll forget everyone’s fucking name who came before me.”
Oh, fuck.
And all without touching me.
I’m already a mess and all he’s doing is talking. I probably won’t survive a session being tied up. Do I even want to?
RIP me.
RIP my vagina.
“Well, we have to speak to Lorenzo and Ramiel.”
“Fine. Let’s go do that now.”
Before I can blink, we’re transported away.
Ramiel
“Weneedtotalk.”
Kane appears with Lourdes in a thicket of smoke. She teeters on her heels, and Kane moves, his arm reaching out for her before he recoils. Before she can tilt fully to the side, Kane’s magic, like ribbons of darkness, push out to steady her.
She shoots him a grateful look, which makes his entire body stiffen and pull away from her.
Interesting.
