Page 41 of Blood & Lace
All my rules went out the window as pleasure gripped me so hard I felt like I was losing my mind. He was too close, whispering too much, too desperate, too needy. He would break me. And I couldneverafford to be broken. I tried to push him off, tried to save myself, but it was half-hearted at best. I loved it. Loved him rutting into me like some wild beast while he told me I was everything he could ever want. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
I came so hard my back arched, chest pressing into his. Heat flooded my hole, thick and sticky as Lucero cried out. Panting, he fell on top of me, but I noticed that he kept his weight off me as much as possible. I touched his arm gently.
"Relax," I whispered. "I can take it."
He collapsed. The breath whooshed from my lungs. But he kissed my neck, tongued it.
"Thank you," he groaned. "So so good." He sat up as best he could and frowned. "One kiss?" He begged. "Can I have just one?"
For a moment, I almost bolted. And then I leaned in, my lips tangling with his. All the air whooshed out of my lungs for the second time in one night as I melted against the cool wood beneath my back. He was just as eager, needing and wanting more. A whimper passed from my lips, and I immediately froze.
Weak. You are pathetic. Whimpering? Seriously, this is fucking disgusting.
I blinked back to reality. What was I doing? This was a man that I hated. One I needed to get rid of so I could go back to being by myself. I maneuvered until his cock popped free, a gasp on my lips as I finally pulled away. Slowly, I dragged myself to the coffee table and unlocked his handcuffs, every step agony as myhole throbbed and ached, and leaked cum down the back of my thighs.
Rolling my neck, I stared at Lucero as he rubbed his wrists. He stared up at me, and I felt exposed. I rubbed my arm.
"Did you do what I asked?" The words spilled out. "Did you get rid of my last name?"
Lucero's big eyes clouded. When he glanced away, shoulders drooping, anger swept through me.
Yes, finally an emotion I understand.
"Jesus, Lucero. You couldn't even do that?" I scoffed. "I'm going to bed."
I stalked off, but when I glanced over my shoulder, Lucero hadn't moved. Thoughts invaded my head. Urges to go back and pet his head, tell him he was a good boy. Comfort him.
Instead, I walked into my shower, drowned in hot water and needless regret, before I climbed into bed.
But I didn't sleep. Not for a very long time.
13
LUCERO
I'd becomean addict and Onyx was my supplier and drug.
Need more.
There was a steady stream of electricity underneath my flesh the longer I went without him. I sat the last plate on the table, looking it over before I ran back to the kitchen to grab orange juice and water. Like clockwork, Onyx walked out of the bedroom. His platinum blond hair was a mess and his face was more red on one side than the other. His eyes were red-rimmed and there were circles that normally weren't there.
"Bella, are you okay?"
I was across the room, reaching out for him before either of us knew what was happening. I had Onyx in my arms leading him over to the table before he could tell me no. The moment I sat him down, I fell to my knees next to him.
"No, I have a huge problem," he finally uttered.
"I'll take care of it, whatever it is," I promised.
"I doubt it." Onyx looked over the table, his eyes widening at the spread before him.
"For you, I could do anything."
"Okay, change your last name and move out."
An ache formed in the middle of my chest that felt similar to being shot. I rubbed it slightly but smiled all the same. I knew it would be difficult for Onyx; he wasn't used to someone being by his side. Being loyal to him, but if yesterday proved anything to me it was that my husband wanted this too.
"I can't." There was no reason to live without Onyx. As selfish as it was, I wanted to stay with my husband.
