Page 72 of Born into Blood

Grabbing my hand, he takes the elevator with me, determined to see me safely to my door. We stop at our usual spot that keeps us hidden from view, and when he presses my body against the wall and kisses me like he’s starving for the taste of me, I begin to seriously rethink my decision to stay here for the night.

“I’m going to miss you,” he murmurs in between kisses. “I’m going to miss fucking you and tasting you and falling asleep with your naked body pressed against mine.”

“Me too,” I whisper, running my hand under his shirt and along his back. I ignore the gun that’s tucked into the waistband of his jeans and lightly drag my nails up his spine as he lets out a shaky breath against my lips.

“Keep touching me like that, sweetheart, and I’m going to fuck you one last time before I walk away.”

The smart thing would be to back off, to put some distance between us and get my ass inside, but that part of my brain is no longer running the show, and when I hike one leg up, wrapping it around his thigh while my fingers continue to dance along his skin, he groans and immediately slides a hand between us. The sound of his zipper being pulled down sends my heart racing and a moment of panic spreads through me. I turn my head, looking down the empty hallway while Luka gives a soft laugh.

“Too late to change your mind now, kisa.” He roughly pulls my panties aside and lifts me up. With the thick head of his cock pressing against my slit, he watches me with a wicked grin on his face as he starts to slide in. “Better bite that tongue, sweetheart, unless you want an audience.”

I clamp my mouth shut, keeping my eyes on his as he slowly works his hips, giving my sore body a chance to prepare for what’s coming. There’s no preparing for it, though. Luka is huge, and when he spreads me wider than my pussy can comfortably go, I bite back the whimper and dig my fingers into his broad shoulders.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers against my lips. “Open up for me, kisa. I own this pussy, and I want to feel it wrapped around me right fucking now, baby.”

“Fuck,” I whimper when he rocks his hips and buries himself as deeply inside me as he can get. His hands grip my ass, fingers digging into my soft flesh as he pins me to the wall and fucks me in a fast, brutal rhythm that makes it impossible for me to do anything except take what he’s giving me. He fucks me like he owns every inch of my body, and I’m more than happy to give it to him. As hard as his thrusts are, there’s a gentleness to it, a knowing that he’ll never push me past what I can take. He may test my boundaries and nudge me over them a bit so I can see the ecstasy waiting on the other side, but he’ll never push me beyond what I’ll like or want. I’m safe with him, and knowing that makes it easy to give up all control.

He kisses me just as deeply as he’s fucking me, and when I start to come, he groans against my lips, feeling my inner walls tighten around his shaft. I pull him over the edge with me, and the feel of his cock pulsing inside me just intensifies my own orgasm. By the time I start to come down, I’m breathless and shaky.

“Jesus,” he whispers against my lips, giving a soft laugh. “Goddamn, baby.”

I smile as my whole body goes limp, completely spent and useless. Knowing I’d probably just slump to the floor, he holds me tighter, keeping me wrapped around him for a few more minutes.

“I’m really glad Mrs. Waterford didn’t come out. She’s in her seventies and probably would’ve had a heart attack at seeing your amazing ass in the hallway.”

Luka laughs and gently sets me down when he’s sure my legs are steady enough to hold me. He gives me a wink and tucks himself back in his jeans while I fix my panties and smooth out my hair, trying to not look like I just got fucked good and hard in the hallway.

“I did warn you,” he says, cupping my face and giving me another kiss. “Now that I know how amazing it feels to be inside you, kisa, I’m going to slide back in every chance I get.”

“I’m not complaining.”

He smiles even bigger when he sees the lazy, happy grin I’m giving him. My body is sated in a way that I hadn’t thought possible until I met him, and I will never complain about anything that involves him being inside me. I will never complain about anything that involves him, period.

Giving me another kiss, he threads his fingers in my hair, just as reluctant to leave me as I am to leave him.

“I’m going to miss you, kisa,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’ll be here to pick you up at four.”

“Okay.” I stand on my toes and give him another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

With a sigh, he kisses me once more and then lets me go, watching me until I disappear inside the apartment. I almost run back out and tell him I’ve changed my mind, but then I hear my mom calling for me from the living room.

“Yeah, it’s me, Mom,” I holler out to her, not at all in the mood to answer the questions she’s about to ask, but I walk out anyway and plop down on the couch next to her, spending the next several minutes convincing her that no one followed me and that I was careful to make sure I took a different route home. I pet Pip while I endure the interrogation, and when she’s satisfied that everything is okay, I snuggle him against my chest and tell her I’m exhausted and going to bed.

I miss Luka like crazy, but I force myself to try and sleep, and by some miracle I actually do, probably because he’s exhausted my body so thoroughly over the last twenty-four hours. When I finally do wake, the sun is high enough to let me know it’s closer to lunch than breakfast, and with a groan, I force myself out of bed and into the shower. The rest of the day is spent going through my room and convincing my mom that it’s safe to remove the foil from the windows. I can tell she doesn’t want to, but when I don’t give up, she agrees to take it all down but warns that it’s going to go right back up if she sees any signs of us being watched.

“Deal,” I tell her, hoping that she won’t convince herself she sees anyone until after Luka and I leave later on tonight.

Pip hops around and then sprawls out in the sun that’s now streaming in through the window, making us both laugh at how damn cute he is.

“See?” I tell her. “He really likes it, and the sun is good for him. It’s good for you too,” I add, knowing the dreary living conditions can’t be doing her mental health any favors.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she admits, squatting down so she can pet him.

“I need to go do some things tonight, but I’ll be back later, okay?”

She looks up at me while petting Pip. “You’ve been going out a lot lately.”

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