Maria is inside my home, facing me, her chest heaving inside that piece of fucking lingerie she’s been wearing in public all night, and I wanna howl like a fucking beast, rip it off her body and burn it so she’ll never wear it again.
I also want to keep it.
I want her to wear that for me and me alone with a sexy pair of red panties to match.
Guess I’m a man of many contradictions, but there is one thing I am absolutely sure of.
I want this woman.
I feel the snake coiled inside my soul unwind. He slithers free, testing the air, catching the need wafting off her in waves.
I shouldn’t do this. I should let her go home.
She’d be better off without someone like me.
My life is fucked up.
The Vipers mean everything to me. I spend all my time working to keep us safe, to keep us solvent and whole.
But Nico has a wife now. A baby. Why can’t I have that, too?
I feel so fucking stupid. So needy when I have those thoughts.
But I have to admit they’ve been coming to me with increasing urgency.
Still, I won’t force Maria. I’ll find some workaround for claiming her like I did so publicly. If she wants to go, that is.
The question is, does she?
But when I open my lips, that isn’t what I ask.
“Want something to drink?” I say instead.
Maria shakes her head.
Then before I can offer her an out, tell her I’ll take her home, Maria slides her hands up my chest and around my neck, pulling me to her.
“Luc?”
She mewls my name. A question in her tone. But her voice is like sweet fucking music in my ears.
I groan and suck on her tongue, my hands searching for the fastenings on that goddamn fucking corset.
I’m impatient.
Greedy.
Half out of my mind with lust. So, no, I don’t take my time. I just find the general area, and I grab the material in both fists.
Then I tear.
Maria yelps, but I’m still kissing her, so I swallow the sound.
She pushes against my chest, and I lift my head.
“You ripped my top!”
I nod, licking my lower lip as I pull the thing off her body and bare her gorgeous fucking tits.