His flannel falls to the floor; he stands there with his shoulder holster on full display. There’s nothing sexier than Luca with his weapons. He runs his fingers through his beard, making sure to tame any wayward strands back into place. He's in his head as his lips part, and he shrugs out of his holster, laying it on the bed.
My eyes roam as he yanks his shirt over his head, followed by his pants, his tattoos, and body on full display for me. My instinct is to get him out of his head, even just for a while.
I right myself and crawl to the end of the mattress, my breasts sway with each movement, until I’m in front of him, standing over me. His face no longer holds worry; now it’s menacing, contorted with pure hate. Not for me, but for them. The ones who took Damian. The ones that have the guts to even think about hurting what is his.
I stare up at him under my lashes, biting my bottom lip, while I reach out for his cock, slowly. “Let me make you forget, just for a little while,” I whisper to him in the quiet room.
He moans out when I apply pressure over his boxers, not giving him a chance to say no, knowing what he needs in this moment… A release.
“Please,” he mutters lightly, closing his eyes, the pressure on his dick sending shivers up his body, telling me it agrees.
I shimmy his boxers down; as they fall to his feet, his cock springs free. Without warning, I take his cock into my mouth, sucking hard, enjoying the saltiness of Luca. My tongue glidesover his silky-smooth shaft. Hands on his ass cheeks, I push his hips toward me, forcing him deeper into my mouth.
“Fuck, Killer,” he praises me and my mouth. His hand finds my hair, wrapping around his fist, pulling slightly. The sting is doing things to me.
I suck harder, his praises to me—they’re addicting. My kryptonite. I’d do anything to keep his words coming. His words and the wetness of my mouth are the only noises.
My pussy becomes wet, and with my other hand, I reach under me, graze my clit while I suck harder on his cock, tasting his precum as it hits my taste buds. There is something about Luca’s taste. It’s addictive and tastes like home.
“Fuck yourself,” he tells me on a moan.
Sliding my finger from my clit to my wet entrance, I do exactly what he tells me to, and fuck myself with my finger, all the while my mouth still sucking him hard.
I hit my G-spot and moan around his cock, the vibration of my moans has him pulling my hair even tighter.
His hip thrusts become more erratic, which makes me fuck myself even faster. The sensation of my hair being pulled, gagging on his cock, and finger fucking myself all at the same time, I orgasm. Moaning. I feel his release as it shoots down my throat, and I happily swallow him down, taking every bit that I can get out of him, sucking the venom they have unleashed through him, out, until he’s pulling himself from between my lips, simultaneously unwrapping his hand from my hair.
Leaning fully up on my knees, he cups my cheek and kisses my lips more gently than he just did on my mouth. Rubbing on them, “I love you.” His face has morphed back into worry, all thoughts going back to Damian. His eyes are dark.
“I love you too, Luca.”
Righting myself on the bed, I crawl up to the headboard and burrow under the blankets, knowing he needs time alone.
“He’ll come home, baby,” I say to him, but I’m also scared those words won’t come true. I’ll never let Luca know that, because right now, we need all the faith in this crazy, fucking world.
I feel the foot of the bed sinking with Luca’s body, but I don’t move, giving him the space he needs.
The room is so quiet as I try to fall asleep, but the only thing I can do is replay the night in my head. What we should have done, the precautions we should have taken.
I lie there for what feels like forever in the same position, my eyes closed, when the bed moves and the door creaks open.
Sitting up, I watch Luca’s back as he exits into the hallway, never looking back or shutting the door fully.
Now that I’m finally alone for the first time since the tomb, I cry. Not for me, but for Damian. I’d give myself to them just to know he was safe. I fear what he could do and how he could provoke them, because what if he’s finally decided this is the best time for him to meet back up with Lauren?
“Dear God. You there? Are you even real? Fuck. Sorry.” Inhaling, I try again. "I pray for Damian; please give him the strength he needs to survive wherever he may be and whatever he may be put through. Give him a reason to stay on this side of the living. Anything, so he will make it back home to all of us, where he belongs.” I shake my entwined hands, as if shaking them will force the words to God even faster.
I fall asleep as I lay silently, praying repeatedly.
Chapter Two
Luca
Staying in that room for another second, I was going to scream. I need to be doing something, anything, to feel like I’m helping to find Damian, and sleeping will just get in the way…that’s if I could have even fallen asleep.
The quietness throughout this place is unnerving as I walk to the front of the house…well, the funeral home.
When you're here, the feeling of being watched never stops. The ghosts of those who have passed through still roam this place. Especially the ones that no one even knew departed from here in a fiery end.
