Page 29 of Blood & Lace
I made the martini, not too strong, and with five olives since I knew how much Onyx liked them. I handed it over and he took it tentatively.
"It's not poisoned."
"Didn't think it was. As crazy as you are, you aren't a danger to me in that way." He took a huge gulp before pulling the glass away from his lips. "Shit, that's good."
"You like it?"
Onyx blinked a few times before looking at me. I wanted to hear more about how he liked it.
"I can make you one whenever you want. I can make other drinks too."
He took another sip before popping an olive into his mouth. I was starting to get jealous of the drink. The way Onyx pressed his lips against the rim left me wanting to be the thing he sipped from.
"I never said you could move in," Onyx said.
"What married couple doesn't live together?"
Onyx jammed a finger in the middle of my chest. He was now giving me cute love taps.
"I only agreed to stay married to you until we found out who set you up to be killed."
I took his hand and kissed the tip of his finger. I'd planned on stopping there but it was as if my mouth had a will of its own.
A single taste.
My lips parted and I took the tip of Onyx's finger into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the slender digit. The bitter taste of alcohol was unpleasant to my taste buds, but was overwritten the moment I got to the taste of Onyx.
"Want lunch?"
Onyx snatched his fingers back. "Lucero, I'm serious."
"I made risotto and steamed halibut."
My husband looked toward the kitchen with want in his eyes. "Okay, but once we're done eating, you're leaving."
"Come on, so I can make you a plate.” I intertwined our fingers. Onyx pulled away, leaving me wanting more. If I couldn't hold his hand, that was okay. I stepped back and picked him up princess style instead. He let out an adorable squeak.
"Fuck, Lucero."
"Any time you want, bella," I promised.
If there was one thing about my husband I knew for certain was he couldn't give up on a challenge. I had every plan to make our marriage a task he never wanted to quit.
9
ONYX
I wrungout my hands as I stood in front of the mirror. Okay, I looked a little exhausted. There were bags under my eyes since I had started dealing with Lucero. He popped up everywhere, always lurking in the background. I felt like I hadn't gotten to scratch my itch in ages, and sooner or later, it was going to spill over. Still, that wasn't the problem.
Turning my head left and right, I examined my face. It was all right, not perfect. I plucked a stray hair between my brows and swiped my locks down. Really, I knew that I was stalling. I always did on visiting days, and it had been far too long since I had gone.
Get it done, Onyx. The fuck is your problem? You know what you have to do. God, are you this pathetic? Are you really a traitor? Disgusting. You should?—
"Hey," Lucero called.
I jumped and stared at the doorway. He leaned against the frame, his hands shoved into his shorts that showed off his massive legs. There was a frown on his face, and his brows were pinched.
"You all right?"
