When we got back to the motel, I sat outside alone until the late evening, thinking, planning, and wondering what I was going to do next. Gregory made her wear that ribbon as a threat, and if I didn’t do as he asked, he’d act. I knew what men like him were capable of, and I didn’t want my daughter at the receiving end of his wrath.
When I finally walked into the motel room, my hands were freezing. Thankfully, the rain had stopped. Luke was asleep, and I smiled at him lying so peacefully.
Walking into the shower, I let the warm water loosen my muscles. I knew what I had to do, but Luke wouldn’t like it. In fact, he’d discourage it. My heart hurt for the man lying in the other room. He’d risked it all for me, and I could never repay him. The tears fell and were washed away by the water.
After I dried off, I changed into shorts and a T-shirt, dragging my fingers through my wet hair. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I realized how long it had been since I took the time to do that simple act. I’ve changed in more ways than just the physical. A battle was looming, one I had to be ready for.
Luke was sitting at the edge of the bed when I exited the bathroom. The light from the neon signage outside the room illuminated his features. Closing the distance between us, I ran my hands through his thick locks, which desperately needed a haircut. My fingers traced his stubble-covered cheeks.
Luke Greene’s possessive gaze kept me rooted. He wrapped his large hands around my waist, pulling me toward him, his fingers digging into my skin, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure through me.
“I won’t let you go, Alyssa,” he whispered as he kissed my stomach. “So don’t even think about leaving me.”
I knew he had no idea what my plan was. This was coming from a place of protectiveness. I continued to stroke his hair and finally clutched his head, bringing his lips to mine. He reached around me, slipping a hand under my T-shirt and gripping my back. Deepening the kiss, I enjoyed the sensation of his tongue as it danced with mine. His hands slipped to my ass, and I moaned into his lips.
Luke pulled away breathless. Before he could say a word, I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head to reveal my breasts.
“If you want to stop, say the word.” His voice was hoarse, and it sent shivers coursing through me.
He reached around, unclipping my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then he twisted a taut nipple between his fingers, making me arch my back.
A moan slipped from my lips.
I wanted more, I needed more, but I couldn’t find the words to ask for it.
“Luke…” I cried out when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth.
His other hand continued to play with my other nipple, and the ache between my thighs was growing impossibly harder to bear.
Luke gripped the hem of my sleeping shorts, looking at me for permission.
When I nodded, he slipped them down with my underwear. I was bare before him, his for the taking. He traced a finger from my belly button down to my entrance, dipping it into my slick pussy. I threw my head back, riding the sensation, which was achingly delicious.
“More,” I whispered as his fingers continued to play me like I was his favorite instrument.
He pulled his fingers out from me, and I groaned at the absence before he thrust another finger inside me. I rocked my hips back and forth.
“Look at me when you come,” he demanded, and our eyes met. His words alone pushed me over the edge.
When I found my release, he stood, claiming my mouth once again. This time, his kiss was savage, like he wanted to leave his mark on my soul. I reached down, pushing off his sweatpants and my hands traced the length of his cock. He let out a growl as I continued to pump his length furiously.
“Fuck, if you don’t stop this, I’m gonna come.” I kissed his bare chest, and in seconds, he’d backed me onto the bed, spreading my legs.
“I want to see all of you.” Luke looked at me, licking his lips, and I felt my cheeks flush. He lowered his head between my thighs, starting a torturous trail of kisses on my inner thigh and finally dipping his tongue into my pussy. Trying to draw him closer, I lifted my hips, my hands tangling in his hair.
His teeth nipped my clit, and I let out a whimper. “Luke, fuck, I want you in me.”
His gaze met mine, and he smirked in a way that made my insides flip. “I’m going to make you mine, Alyssa. I’ll mark you, and you’ll understand I will do anything… anything for you.” He settled between my thighs again and kissed my lips softly, the taste of me still on him.
Tears slipped from my eyes, and he licked them away, placing kisses on my cheek and down my neck.
“Fuck me, Luke.” My words come out breathy, laced with desire.
“I’ve been waiting for this for longer than you know,” he whispered as he pumped his length, staring down at me.
His cock nudged my entrance, and when he entered me, I gasped. He filled every inch of me, then drew out and plunged back in again.
My heels dug into his tight ass, and that seemed to drive him crazy.
