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“That’s it,” I moaned. “Come on, watch us in the mirror. Just like that. Look how hard you’re holding onto my thigh. Your dickis so big, so purple.” I laughed. “You’re so desperate for me. Say it. Say you’re desperate.”
“I am,” he choked out. “I need you, Master. Need you to breathe,” he whispered, his eyes suddenly shining. Wet. “Need you so fucking bad, Onyx.”
Shit. I stilled. Was he crying? Lucero thrusted inside of me again and stole my thoughts from my head for a moment. When I regained them, I reached out and touched his cheek. Sure enough, they were wet.
“Y-you are insane,” I whispered.
That’s not what I wanted to say. I wanted to scream at him to run, to get away from me. All I would ever do was hurt him. I didn’t know how to love things without breaking them. Not that I had ever been in love before.
Shit, no. That’s not what this is. Right? No, it can’t be.
My chest tightened. “Hold me closer,” I whispered. “Watch us. Look how you move inside me.” I held onto him as he buried his head against mine and fucked me roughly and slowly all at once. Every thrust dragged against my walls before he punched up inside of me viciously at the end. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Lucero, yes. Good boy. Come on,” I begged. “More. I need to feel you.”
He was the desperate one? I was just as bad right now. My nails bit into his shoulders, my toes curling, my platinum blond hair falling into my face. I choked on a scream as he slammed right into my spot.
“Need to cum,” he grunted. “Let me cum, please,” he begged as he watched our reflection, his eyes only on me. They were only ever on me. “Please, Master.”
My cock twitched.
“Jerk me off,” I whispered. “And fill my hole up.”
Lucero lit up. His big hand engulfed my cock. As he stroked and tugged and toyed, I leaned my head back against the wallonce more and came apart. Heat flooded my hole. I groaned as Lucero grunted, low and deep. I was right behind him as I spilled small spurts onto my own chest and tummy this time. Panting, sweating, I gazed at him with my eyes half-lidded.
My body slumped against his as I held on. Lucero dragged me closer, his nose nuzzled into my hair, taking in the scent of coconut shampoo and exhaustion. He carried me to bed without a word. Carefully, he laid me down. I watched as he disappeared, came back with a cloth and washed every inch of me making multiple trips to the bathroom in between so the washcloth stayed warm.
“You don’t have to?—”
“Yes, I do,” he said gently. “It’s my job, bella. I want to be the best husband you’ve ever had.”
My heart clenched. Of course he did.
And I was falling in love with the idiot.
26
ONYX
Wakingup beside Lucero was my normal now. I realized that with a startling clarity that should have sent me running for the hills. Instead, I smiled as I watched his chest rise and fall. His round tummy poked above the blanket. I touched it gently as I stared at him.
The leash had come off last night, but he refused to take the collar off. I still thought he should. Gently, I reached up and released it. Carefully, I navigated it off his neck and laid it on the nightstand. My nail marks were all over his skin—marking him as mine.
My heart swelled with pride. I knew I was supposed to be finding out who framed him, but I had been too busy stuck on him. And maybe… I didn’t want to know. Not now. It felt good to have someone around that took not just the charming me. Butallof me, anger issues and all.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed. Padding to the bathroom, I peed and washed up for the day. When I was dressed in a pair of simple yellow cotton shorts, and a pink tank top, I sat at my desk in my office. My phone rang.
“Hey, Cara.”
“Hey, bitch,” she said. “Did you get your invitation?”
I frowned. “To what? Why are you speaking in riddles? It’s too early in the morning and my ass is way too sore to figure them out.”
She laughed. “That’s because of that insane husband, huh?” She paused. “But now that you’re refocused, maybe it’s not such a bad thing. You having some companionship. He’s strong. I’ve looked into him. He’s much less killable than other people you could date.”
I stiffened. Hearing that my husband was much less killable wasn’t a comfort. I didn’t want him getting hurt at all. Not because of me. The only thing that helped my guilt was the fact that he was already in the business of blood and death. This was nothing new for him, and he knew how to handle himself.
“Cara, what invitation?”
“Right.” She cleared her throat. “There’s a charity gala tonight to support child abuse awareness. I know how much you like to go and donate?—”
