Page 46 of Devious Lies

And I’m honored he chose me to see it. Honored, he took me to his bed.

He keeps repeating that I’m his, but I don’t know what that means.

All I know is I choose him right back.

My heart swells with emotion, and fuck, I think I might cry.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, and he seems really concerned.

I shake my head.

He nods, like he understands.

Maybe he does.

I think maybe he knows what a big deal this is for a girl, a woman. Luc stands up and takes me with him, carrying me princess-style to the enormous bathroom I’m guessing is his.

The countertops are black marble with gold and silver swirls, and I inhale. It’s like the rest of the place.

Opulent but tasteful.

No mess.

Nothing extra.

I’m messy.

I have three acrylic stands with face washes, creams, makeup, and other womanly potions in my tiny bathroom.

I shake my head.

He’s so wealthy. And I know he is older than me. I don’t fit in here. And the realization makes me sad.

“Stand up,” he orders, and I look up to see he’s standing in front of an enormous glass shower with six heads coming from the walls and one enormous rainfall showerhead coming from the ceiling.

It’s amazing.

He turns the water on, waiting till the temperature is right. Then he leads me inside.

I glance down, and embarrassment fills me. There is blood painted against his cock, clinging to his piercings, and I bite my lip.

“What is it?” he asks, brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry,” I sputter.

“Sorry for what?”

“About that,” I whisper and dip my chin.

I am not sure how to deal with this and yeah, I’m like seconds from panicking.

“Maria,” he says.

Luc touches a finger to my chin and lifting my eyes to his as water sluices over his shoulders and down his perfect abs.

“Don’t be sorry for this. It’s the biggest honor of my whole fucking life being the first man inside of you, understand?”

Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don’t make a sound.

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