Page 29 of Lucky In Love

Luka

“Yes.” Her guttural moan goes all through me as her pussy tightens around me. My legs threaten to give out, but they don’t. Her lips trail over my collarbone. I shudder at the thought of filling her, making her the mother of my children and my wife, no matter what. I wasn’t expecting her to be a virgin, but fuck, I feel like a king. I pull out of her and look down between us. I’ve seen a lot of blood in my day, and I do mean a lot, but there is something about hers. With her blood smeared on my cock, marking me as hers, something primal in me activates.

“Come for me,” I demand. She needs to come first so that I can fill her. Her little pussy squeezes my cock as she screams my name. I hear the door slam open behind me but thankfully, my body is covering hers. I can’t stop fucking her, and she can’t stop moaning. “Get out,” I yell over my shoulder, seeing a man standing there.

“Are you okay, Keira?” the man asks. He’s trying to look at Keira, and it’s pissing me the fuck off. He wants her, but he can’t have her.

“Answer him, Keira,” I growl, still fucking her. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.

“I’m fine, Bob. Go,” she says, and he shuts the door behind him.

“Who the fuck was that?” I growl.

“Stage manager,” she moans.

“He wants you, but he can’t have you, can he?”

“No.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“Damn right. No other man will ever feel what I’m lucky enough to be feeling right now or see the look on your face when you come on my cock. Mine. You are mine,” I shout as we come together. My balls tighten and fill her slit with so much come it comes out around us. When I set her back down on the floor, I shove two fingers into her to hold my seed inside of her.

“What do we do now?” she asks.

“You’re coming home with me,” I reply, knowing it’ll cause problems.

“I have to go back on stage for the curtain call.”

“Of course. I have to make sure my father picks my mother up.”

“You brought your mother to see the play?”

“Yes.”

“That’s adorable,”

“You could say that.”

“I have to get dressed.”

After reluctantly getting dressed, I help her into the first costume she had on. Her hair is beyond repair. I don’t even remember touching it. Once she’s done at the theater and Mom is on her way with Dad, I take her bag from her hand and lead her out to my car. I don’t give her a chance to change her mind.

At the compound, I enter my code and my thumbprint. It's crazy that we now need both, but our enemies were cutting fingers off just to ambush us. This is just an added layer of security. Our family is our top priority. We believe in safety in numbers, nor do we don’t keep secrets from each other. That’s the shit that gets you killed.

My house is in the back of the compound against the high wall. I like it that way. I don’t have a backyard per se. Just a patch of grass for my cane Corso mastiff, Luigi, to do his business. It feels safer to me. I drive around and park in the circular drive. She opens the car door and steps out, smiling.

“What?”

“This already feels like home. My house that I lived in for twenty-three years with my parents didn’t feel like that. I mean, my mom tried, but…”

“You won’t find that here. We are all up in each other's business, lovingly.”

“I like that.”

“Let’s get you inside.”

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