Page 56 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“I would, but my legs feel like jelly.”
He chuckles, and before I can protest, he untangles himself from me and lifts me into his arms.
As if I don’t weigh a thing.
Holy fucking shit. Joder.
He holds me close as he steps out of the tub with practiced ease. We drip along the marble floor as he takes me over to one of the cushioned seats and sets me down. A moment later, a towel appears floating in the air by Lorenzo’s head. He grabs it and begins drying me down.
And I swear to Dios, it’s the softest towel I’ve ever felt in my fucking life.
Once I’m completely dry, a fluffy robe appears and he slips it on me. It isn’t until he’s done tending to me that Lorenzo even stands to dry his own body off.
Only then does his hungry gaze rake over me.
It’s then that I realize just exactly what happened between us.
Wealmost had sex.He gave me an orgasm with such ease… No one has ever been able to do that except for myself. There wasn’t even penetration and already he’s the best I’ve ever fucking had.
And even still, I don’t feel guilty about it. It’s like the words he told me sunk in. I don’t feel weak for falling for his charms. If anything, I feel stronger. I made him tremble, and he didn’t take pleasure for himself but made me his priority.
He mademehis priority. My pleasure came first.
And he didn’t ask for anything in return.
I push to my feet, feeling reinvigorated. “I’d like to talk to Ramiel, please.”
Ramiel
Ineverthoughtawoman in a fluffy bathrobe could look as formidable as Lourdes does right now, and yet…
She looks absolutely delicious as she stares at me across the table, her chin tilted upwards.
She looks different, like the bath empowered her. There’s a brand new, confident energy about her, and she stares me down without fear.
I commend her.
Others have trembled upon me for less.
Her attention is drawn momentarily away as gargoyles enter the room. Their wings flutter like groaning rocks, their flight jerky as they hover over the table, placing down platters of food and goblets of wine before us.
She stares at them with no inhibitions, her mouth dropped open. Once they finish, they turn to me.
“Will that be all, my king?”
I wave them away with an impatient flick of my fingers. She watches them leave and it isn’t until they’re gone that she turns back to me. “Were those gargoyles,” she asks, “wearing aprons?”
Werethey wearing aprons? I didn’t pay attention. I just shrug, wanting to get back to the point on hand. I don’t rush her, though. I keep my patience, knowing how new all of this must be for her. She’s never been in the Underworld, after all. She’s all but human, even if she does have the power of vision running through her veins.
I remind myself that she has to get used to this, to get used to us, just like we have to get used to her.
Finally, she turns back, shaking off her shock. She clears her throat and taps her long nails against the surface of the table. “Alright, I’ve made up my mind.”
My eyebrows raise. “Have you now?”
“Yes,” she says firmly. “I’ve decided that I’m going to work with you.” Her gaze rakes over all three of us, stopping for a moment on Kane. “All of you. I want to find out who is out to get me and to do that I need your help.”
“We did tell you this from the beginning,” Kane grumbles, though he clamps his mouth shut at the glare I give him. He’s in a bad mood. He’s been in one for a long time now, yet it seems to have grown worse ever since she came into the picture. Right now he’s still riding the high of the violence of torturing that human man. Of course, he enjoyed it as much as I did, and yet torture doesn’t bring him release. It just brings him more trouble and winds him up tight.
