Page 13 of Loki's Luck

“And you, Linc. Who do you belong to?” I ask, riding his cock slowly, dragging out the pleasure.

“Oh, pet. I might be crazy as fuck, but I ain’t a stupid man. I know a psycho heart when I see one, and you’ve got mine locked up in a straightjacket. I’m yours, baby, and you are mine,” he tells me, and I swear if that isn’t the most romantic shit I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. Moisture fills my eyes, you know, from the heat of the shower, and I wipe it away.

I move up and down on his cock, riding him with everything I have, building us up higher and higher on that peak. I feel Linc’s fingers digging into my hips, squeezing and leaving bruises, then moving them back and repeating the same on my ass. I’ll have his marks everywhere, showing who I belong to and who commands me. I’ll be wearing them proudly, that’s for sure.

I lean my head down, my eyes roaming over all the tattoos on his chest. I’ll be tracing each of those with my tongue later. My destination is locked on the empty muscle right over his heart. I lean closer to my target, and when I’m close enough, I bite down, hard. He moans and bites back a curse. Then I feel him release deep inside me, setting off my orgasm as well. My body, riding the last of euphoria, goes limp, and I can’t seem to move my limbs.

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“Come on, pet, let's finish getting you clean, and then you can get some rest in our bed,” Loki tells me, helping me to my feet. The word bed sounds like pure bliss. With Loki’s help, I rush through the shower, ogling him as he washes down his abs to that weapon of mass destruction he keeps between his legs.

“I need to go back to the store and make sure I still have a job,” I tell Loki, drying off with the towel he hands me as we step out of the shower. He looks at me, confused, before walking to his closet and tossing me one of his shirts.

“You have me now, pet. I’ve seen the gas station you work at. You don’t need that job anymore; I’ll take care of you,” Loki tells me simply.

Slowly, I turn to him before narrowing my eyes. I know he doesn’t expect me to give up my job, my whole life, for a man. I’ve been taking care of myself most of my life. I won’t let some man come into it now and dictate how I live it, no matter how good the dick is.

“Did you really just insinuate I couldn’t take care of myself?” I ask in a deadly quiet tone.

Loki stills and looks up slowly at me, raising one brow. Smart man, be very cautious about how you proceed.

“First, I didn’t insinuate shit. I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. I would just rather you not have to work at a shitty convenience store if you didn’t have to. Second, watch your tone,” he says, giving me a warning. Oh, he’s going to learn. Game on.

“That bossy ‘tone’ might work while you are buried deep inside me, but it ain’t going to work any other time. I will talk to you how and when I want. You better get that through your head now, or we will have major fucking problems,” I tell him, raising my brow. He smiles, and I can tell my ‘tone’ turns him on.

“What you gonna do if I don’t? Try to leave me?” he asks with a slight chuckle.

“Fuck no, you don’t get off that easy. I ain’t one to run, and I definitely won’t be giving any other bitch the chance to snatch you up… but I will shoot your ass. You don’t get to live a happy life with some other bitch. It’s me or Jesus, fucker,” I tell him straight up.

“I like those options, but just remember, not even Jesus could take you away from me, pet. You’re mine in this life and every life after,” he says, and again, this man has me all in the feels.

“Don’t try to butter me up,” I say as he pulls me into his arms. He smiles, leaning down and shoving his tongue into my mouth. God, the way he eats me alive, has me ready to go again, but I also know my limits. I want to take this man tomorrow and every day after, but I can’t do that if he tears my pussy up again right now.

“Come on, pet. We need to get some sleep. We can finish this tomorrow. Just know I would never try to control your life. I just want you safe,” he tells me before kissing me again.

I probably should be offended, considering I can take care of myself. Hell, he walked into that scene at my place, but I know it’s coming from a place of concern. By the look on Loki’s face, he’s not used to worrying about other people. I know he has his brothers, but they all take care of themselves and each other. He’s used to that concept. What I don’t think he’s used to is someone seeing to his soul and being just as obsessed and crazy over him as he is with them.

In the dark hours of the morning, I wake when I feel a hit to the side of my face.

“What the fuck?” I hop up and turn to Loki, seeing him thrash in his sleep. His face is screwed up in pain, but he’s not making a sound. Damn, I hate the thought of him hurting, and I want to wrap him in a warm hug, but I know better than to wake someone having night terrors. The punch to the face is nothing compared to what he could do to me before realizing what he’s doing.

“Baby, come back to me. I’m right here,” I try to tell him soothingly. I don’t reach out to touch him. I stay on the edge of the bed, but I keep trying to soothe him with my voice.

“Linc, baby. Wake up. You are safe with me,” I say again. I’m just about to say fuck it and try to wrap him in my arms, punches be damned, when he mutters something…

“Milani!”

Oh, hell to the fucking no.

Eight

LOKI

How am I back here? Trapped in this damn place again. Running for my life and dragging Milani with me. This has to be a dream, one I get stuck in and can never wake up from. God, I fucking hate it here. Hate reliving this shit over and over.

“Run, Linc, faster. I don’t want them to catch up to you,” Milani tells me worriedly.

“Don’t worry about me, Milani. We need to get you on that bus,” I say, dragging her behind me faster.

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