Page 43 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Kryptonite pussy.He snorted.

To Marcus he asked, “Is there a bedroom we can crash in?”

Marcus pointed to the stairs. “Anything in the east wing is fine. Make yourself at home.”

Luke had absolutely no fucking clue what an east wing was—sounded like some Beauty and the Beast shit—but he figured if he chose the right side of the house, he’d be fine. He ended up finding a modern looking, all white bedroom with a California king bed and gauzy white curtains. It was bare and boring and made him miss their cabin, with its cedar tongue and groove ceiling and all the concrete and copper accents, but it was as good as anything right now. His shoulder pulled from where he cradled Kara’s head against it, and he just wanted to face plant and sleep for a week.

“You can put me down now,” Kara said, sounding wide awake.

He considered dropping her on the bed and seeing her bounce, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole. Really, he wasn’t.

So when he let her down, he did it gently, and she only bounceda little.And if he felt a little satisfied from that bounce and the resulting squeak that came out of her, then he was only human.

She scrambled up to sitting, pulling down Micah’s t-shirt, but not before Luke caught a peek of the delectable shadow between her thighs. He still wanted her; anger at her for shooting him and putting herself in danger didn’t negate that. If anything, it made him want her more. The first time they’d fucked in that cave, he’d also been angry at her, hurt by her, and needed her all the same. But he shouldn’t act on his impulses—not with the viper who’d once been his sweetheart. He couldn’t trust her not to twist him around again. Her pussy was a dark abyss he wasn’t about to fall into.

Oh, he knew that he’d been a huge asshole. He knew that he probably deserved being shot. But the fact that she only went after him and not those other two assholes they both called their lovers…

He shook his head.

“Let’s get some sleep,” he said.

“Together? This isn’t an ‘only one bed’ situation,” she pointed out.

“I don’t trust you.”

“If you don’t trust me, why the hell would you share a bed with me?”

“Good point.” Luke scanned the room, until his eyes landed on curtain cords. He untied them and approached the bed.

“Oh, hell no,” Kara started.

But he’d already pounced on her and was tying her wrists to the bed slats before she could fight him off. He was going to regret how much he was using his arm, but whatever, especially with Kara panting and writhing underneath him. It must have been a Pavlovian response because all it took was having her beneath him with a bare pussy and some panting to make his dick go hard as a rock.

“There,” he said, satisfied. “Now you can’t shoot anyone or run away, and we can get some sleep.”

She glared at him. “Get off of me.”

“Make me,” he taunted. “Oh wait.”

Kara was breathing heavily again, this time out of anger, her green eyes brilliant, even against her new dark hair. He missed the red and how it reflected the fire inside. “It’s not like you to be mean.”

“Forgive me if I don’t want to be kind and sweet to the woman who shot me,” he countered.

“Oh, this is complete and utter bullshit,” she exploded. “I explained already why I shot you. Do you really expect me to be complacent and guilt-ridden and mea culpa-ing all over the place? What am I supposed to get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness with your cock in my mouth? Luke, you fuckingliedto me, the one thing you always swore you wouldn’t do. You try to play it off like you’re the good guy, the moral center of your little threesome, but you’re just as bad as Micah and Conor are. Worse, because they at least admit who they are and what they’ve done. Not only did you not let me go, you made me believe you. I had no other options. I couldn’t stay. You don’t just stay when someone keeps you against your will and then tricks you and threatens to punish you for the huge sin of wanting to be free.”

The words dropped like stones in his stomach. He’d made the same argument to Conor and Micah, multiple times.

But they weren’t the whole truth.

“And where does that freedom get you, Kara, huh? I asked you, you know, what you loved about your life, and you could barely answer me. Some future Pinterest vision of you and a dog. You know what it said to me? That you’re lonely and you desperately want to belong somewhere, to someone or someones, but you’re too scared to admit to it. Youlikedbeing with us. Youlovedthe fucked up shit we did to you. You just refuse to admit it to yourself, because you’re the coward. Who’s the liar now?”

In response, she headbutted him. It fucking hurt.

“You little shit,” he said, and leaned in to bite her lip—hard. The skin broke and he tasted her blood.

She tried to kick him.

So he rolled off of her, and picked her legs up with his stronger, left arm, lifting her so she was hanging upside down on the bed. As he rained spanks down on her little, lying ass with his right hand, she railed at him.

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