I don’t get why I don’t feel repulsion towards Lucas, even if he murdered people. Probably because of the grotesque way Marshall is killing pure, innocent beings, and the fact that Lucas takes the lives of the ones who polluted the world.
“Good,” he says, covering my lips with his in a more tender and soft kiss, taking away the confusion from my thoughts.
He is only stopped by my growling stomach.
“I don’t think you found the right moment to be hungry. I need you in the basement before eating anything.”
I know he is referring to food, but my mind keeps going continuously to nasty stuff. My gaze betrays me, going down at him for a couple of seconds. When I move it back to his face, I see him smiling and rolling his eyes.
“I would love for you to take my dick in your mouth to feel the way I taste, but we have more important things to do now,” he says, rolling down the bed and holding his hand out for me.
I take it, and he pulls me up, gluing me to his chest. The other hand slowly goes on my body, from my breasts down under my pants, making me wetter than I already was. I’m now seeing in his desperate eyes a touch of possessiveness I never noticed before. It intrigues me even more.
He gets under my lingerie and runs his fingers over the smooth, sensitive zone. So slow that it makes me let out a muffled and long moan and get my pelvis closer to his hand.
He bites my bottom lip when he sees what I do, and one finger penetrates me slowly. We both moan in unison, giving in to how wet I am for him. It is a good thing that I’m not feeling that burning sensation from yesterday anymore.
He takes my lips into a soft, smooth, and passionate kiss, while his finger slowly moves inside me.
Unfortunately for me, he takes his hand out of my pants and his lips from over mine. The finger that was in me comes closer to my mouth and enters through my parted lips. His mouth grabs mine in a delicious kiss, only to feel his tongue entering, sharing with him the sweetness of my essence.
“Soaking wet and delicious just for me,” he moans slowly next to my lips. “The only regret I have, for the moment, is not having enough courage to greet you that night. That I didn’t manage to keep you all to myself,” he says while covering my cheek with his big and warm palm.
“Many times, when he left, I went to your house wanting to go to you and make you mine, but you seemed so relaxed and happy… I didn’t wanna risk it. You hated me, and I didn’t want to see you sad anymore. But now,” he wets his lips, “I can’t keep inside what I feel for you. It was too painful to stay away from you, especially knowing what kind of man was next to you this whole time. I want to protect you from him and to make youmine, and from the way your body reacts, I know it won’t be hard.”
“How would I know that you won’t hurt me, or you won’t become like Blake and Paul? Who will guarantee it?”
“The fact that I will find the fucking antidote, however many I will have to kill in order to do that.”
“You sound like Marshall now,” I tell him, gulping.
I’m scared by what he said, but I’m also drawn to the dangerous air he is emanating.
“Love, there’s a big difference between Marshall and me. You know it too well. I truly love you, and I will protect you from those who want to lay a finger on you. I will take care of you, and I will teach you everything I know to be capable of defending yourself when I’m not around.”
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Love.
I truly love you.
That was all that went through my head, even when we got to the basement. I am lucky that the butterflies I had in my stomach destroyed my appetite, as it’s probably for the best.
I try not to stare at Lucas as we go to the place he had taken Paul. He gives off so much self-confidence, and I think I’m getting a little bit of that for what we’re about to face.
“What the hell?” Lucas says, looking at an empty chair in the middle of the room we just entered.
Did I say I borrowed some of his courage? It just evaporated into thin air and got replaced by shivering.
He walks around the room, even opening the closet doors that are too small for a man to hide in, while I stay in one place, incapable of moving because of the fear inside of me.
When he convinces himself no one is in the room anymore, he takes my hand, and we get out to the hallway and into the room that Blake should’ve been in.
Surprise.
No one is there either. Just the ropes he was once tied with.
When we get out of the room, I immediately feel goosebumps. I don’t even have to turn to know that it’s him, because my heart is already galloping once he starts talking.
