Page 100 of Devious Lies

I want to ask him how he got it, but I don’t want to break the spell we both seem to have fallen under.

The last couple of weeks with him have been sublime.

Every minute, he sinks deeper under my skin.

Into my heart.

Stamping himself on my very soul.

I must have asked him though, because he opens his mouth, and his gravelly voice reaches my ears.

He sounds so sexy as he explains where he got it.

“I told you my sister OD’d when I was a teenager. But I didn’t tell you that right before I joined up with Nico and Angel, I tried to go it alone.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. So the guys responsible were in this neighborhood gang. Just a bunch of low-level dealers and pushers. Idiots didn't even have a name,” he says without emotion.

“I’m sorry about your sister,” I whisper.

“Thank you. Anyway, I wanted to shut them down, so I went after them. But I was a stupid kid. I had no backup. And they beat me up, wanted to make sure I remembered the lesson,” he explains.

I make a humming sound, wanting him to continue.

“They had me tied up and stuck in some stash house closet. Then the guy in charge, he walks in, and he’s cocky as fuck. He has a knife in his hand, his buddies turn me around, hold me down, and he slices me,” he says, and I am filled with so much anger.

My heart is breaking for teenaged Luc. I feel tears spill down my cheeks and then he’s shifting, turning over so he can cradle me to his warm, hard chest.

“Hey, it’s alright. It was a long time ago,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead.

“I am just so sorry you had to go through that,” I tell him, and I mean it.

“It’s okay, Baby Girl. If I didn’t go through that, then I wouldn’t be here now. And this is exactly where I want to be,” he says.

Luc’s eyes blaze silver and eager pleasure fills me.

His long hand wraps around my throat, and he tilts my head, pressing his mouth to mine.

Goddamn, I love it when he kisses me.

There’s something to be said for having a man’s complete attention, and when Luc kisses me, I know I have his.

And it shifts something inside of me.

I moan, clinging to his wrist as he slides that deliciously pierced tongue in and out of my mouth.

He groans, moving over me, and I feel his hard cock at my entrance.

“You wet for me, Maria?” he asks, and I nod.

I am wet. Fucking soaked.

All he has to do is look at me and my pussy reacts. My entire body lights up like the fourth of July.

Maybe it’s desperate. But I don’t know how to play coquettish games.

I want Luc. And I want him to know I do.

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