Luca (I Love the Way You Lie #1) (13 page)

“She makes me feel my world was never
so
black. The need I felt to escape from reality doesn’t burn as bright when she’s near. I’ve always felt comforted by my darkness—unreachable. Fuck, dude.” I sounded like a fucking pussy. And I wasn’t a pussy. I ran both hands through my hair trying to get a grip on this new revelation. “Allison has given me my vision back. Her light is a gift. A gift I’m never going to give back. This chick’s got me catching my breath like no fucking other.” Damn. My mind was now lubricated with alcohol. Just thinking about getting in the tight body had me hard. I wanted to empty her out, and then fill her up with me.

“What’s her name?” he asked, walking over to crack the window.

I closed my eyes, picturing our walk earlier. “Allison.”

He unscrewed a flask he had tucked in his inside pocket. “I’d love to meet the girl who stole my boy’s heart. I have to admit, I never heard you talk like this.”

“Not happening,” I answered flatly. No, I had a plan. For it to succeed, they couldn’t meet now.

He faced me, offering me the flask. I accepted and took a swig.

“What’s your issue? What the fuck, man?”

He was clearly offended. I needed to explain. “It’s not about trust. I trust you with my life.” I lied. I didn’t trust anyone. Not even my old man. “I have a plan, and in order for it to work, I need you. If you met her now, the whole fucking thing wouldn’t work.”

“Whatever you need, bro. I’m there.” He nodded. And I believed him. We were tight.

I smiled, taking another healthy swig. “Bro, I’m so glad you said that.” Fuck, I had a headache coming on. But this was more important. I threw more alcohol down, numbing the pain. I began to explain what I had in mind. The future I had planned for us. So, I went into detail about our business moving forward. I just prayed she would take my love and hate me in the end.

“And this is going to work?” He shook his head in disbelief.

“It’s got to,” I said with all honesty. “I don’t have a choice. I’m leaving here, and I can’t exactly tell her why.”

He continued to rub his face, taking a swig of his own after hearing her story. What happened to her and who did it—it was a hard pill to swallow. “I don’t know, man. I hope she’s one strong chick after what she’s been through,” he added sympathetically.

I sat, tilting the chair back and flicking my lighter. I was fully committed to my plan. There was
no
other way.

“And the fucker who raped her?”

“Had him taken care of. He survived. If you call it that.” I rolled my eyes at the gift he’d been granted. I had no remorse. None. He’s fucking lucky he still had a heartbeat.

“You mean the only way
you
know how? Dear old dad?” He shook his head knowingly.

I smirked, nodding. At least my old man was good for something. Once I told him who and why, it was done. The end. He had a thing for rapists specifically. His sister was raped when she was thirteen.

“Fuck, that’s brutal. Not that he didn’t deserve it. But…” His eyes were wide.

“But nothing. He’s a fucking rapist.” I lit a cigarette, leaning over to blow the smoke out the window.

It was dark outside.
And, I’m dark on the inside,
I thought. Yeah, he was the worst kind of pathetic motherfucker. My only regret was not being the one to do it. Fuck. I love the smell of fire and smoke. Was I reveling in the sweet grief his parents were experiencing right now? Yes, I fucking was. They had no clue the monster living under their roof. If I had my way, that bit of info would be sooner than later.

“Toughen up, Archer. Now he’ll wear his sins on the outside.” I laughed.
Let’s see whom he’ll be raping now,
I thought.

“What’s this?” Archer tangled a pair of black lace panties from his finger.

I walked over, grabbing them out of his fucking hand. “Hands off, motherfucker.” Then I stuffed them into my pocket.

“Who would have thought there’d be fucking action here? Maybe I should check in for a few days.” He laughed.

“You’d be fucking surprised.” We had a good laugh. He’d never survive this place.

“Maybe I could meet my own Allison?”

“Dude, if it weren’t for her. I’d be out sooner. It was court mandated, but shit…I’ve been here longer than I needed to.” I chewed on that for a bit.
Yeah, this girl was under my skin. Deep into the marrow of my very soul,
I thought.

“Anything else? Otherwise, I best be out before your uncle catches me,” he said, heading for the door.

“Nah, that’s it. But leave the flask,” I said, not quite finished with numbing my mind for the night.

~~~

Over the next few days, clouds eclipsed the sun—the foreshadowing of rain to come. Was it uncertainty that hung like a sinking anchor around my heart? My mood was shit. I edged around my beard, cleaning it up but leaving it thick. Allison, the only forerunner in my day, became the shelter I sought in the storm. My port…my north. In the midst of all the darkness, she was my light. And everything in my world burned a little brighter because of her.

I smiled at her morning text.

Allison: Morning! You coming to group?

Me: Nope, I’ll wait here for your pretty little ass to properly wake me.

Allison: You’re never going to get out of here if you don’t go. #participate LOL

Me: Don’t care. My bed is nice and warm and fits two easily :p

Allison: You have a twin…LOL. Ugh, you’re the worst. Hmm? *Taps chin*

Me: I’ve got bed-head…

Allison: Sold. See you @ 10 :p

I stretched, fully thinking of all the ways I’d love to have her firmly under me. I planned to use the rest of my time with her wisely. Her body and taste would be committed to memory. I grabbed my ear-buds, stuffing them in. Puddle of Mud, “Blurry On Deck.” My eyes closed. I zoned, dipping between the melodic beats, the words not lost on me.

Everything’s so blurry
And everyone’s so fake
And everybody’s empty
And everything is so messed up
Pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole word surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl.

Fuck me.
No truer words written
, I thought. I heaved a sigh.

A quarter of my play-list through, the knock I’d been waiting for came with all its sweetness. She didn’t need to knock. I could smell her through the door—vanilla and her…musky female, which had me weak in the knees. I opened the door in breakneck speed. She screamed and my hand covered her mouth while kicking the door closed.

“Well, hello to you. You scared the fuck out of me,” she said, still visibly shaken.

“I hope not, babe. I’m hungry. Haven’t had breakfast yet.” At my wits end, I leaned forward thrusting my tongue into her lush mouth. I couldn’t wait another minute. Umm, I needed that taste on my tongue. I gave her the spark she needed…alive again with the energy I filled her with. My hand reached behind, unclasping her bra from outside her shirt.
Yeah, I’m that skilled
, I thought. My lips moved down her neck until I reached the barrier that hid those jewels.

“Shirt off, babe.”

I knelt in front of her until her perky, round tits were eye-level. She stood perfectly still letting me have my fill. Her rosy nipple caught between my teeth. I held it, meeting her eyes before suckling it. Her mouth parted as her tiny pink tongue slipped through her pouty lips.
Challenge accepted
, I thought. My cock, a sucker for that pink tongue it, twitched. The night before was still fresh in my memory… Her lips sucking on my cock.

As I watched her responsive muscles twitch with every stroke of my tongue, my cock was desperate to be inside of her, buried to the hilt. The need to mark her as mine, the power she wielded over me was unrivaled. After a few minutes—my bed a few feet away—I got to my feet and scooped her up in one quick swoop.

“What’s gotten into you today?” She laughed.

“You complaining?” I countered.

“So not complaining,” she said as I pulled off her pants.

My fingers itched to feel her wetness on them. Every touch, laugh, and smile had me aching painfully. The need to pin her beneath me nearly killed me.

I ran my fingers across her body again, listening to her whimpers at my touch. I fed on that power. I loved it. She was soaked. I slid my fingers inside her tight pussy and waited for her to settle.

“Don’t tease me, Luca,” she purred as her slender thighs wiggled. Man, she had the best legs I’ve ever seen.

I held her firmly down with one hand. “On my time and not before. Stay still or I’ll take them out.”

Her head rose, meeting my eyes with one of her famous eye-rolls. “Ugh, you’re killing me.”

“Hardly, babe.” I smiled, and knew right then and there
what
I heard in her voice.

Desire.
Need

Oh, how I loved the state she was in. I had full control of the situation, and it feed my need. I reached down, pinching the head of my cock hard. Fuck, I was going to blow my load all over her. My fingers deep inside her, I started to move them in a scissoring pattern. She moaned and I nearly came. The air was thick with lust, my fingers were drenched, and I needed a taste. I couldn’t take another minute without have
her
taste on my tongue. Flat on her back, I bent her knees up and wide, holding them in place.

“Eyes on me while I have my breakfast.” Her lips trembled, but her eyes were trained on me.
Perfect.
With one gloriously slow lap…I tasted her from hole to clit. Her tiny clit was swollen and I pinched it.

“Fuck!” she screamed. As much as I wanted her screaming my name, I didn’t want to draw attention and possibly break up this little party.

“Shhh, unless you want an audience?”

She blushed feverously, her eyes now wide. “Wait, you locked the door; right?”

“Nope,” I lied. Her eyes were scrutinizing mine.

“Truth?” she asked.

I let my tongue answer for me, taking full ownership over the next few orgasms. In truth, I was so protective over her. I’d never
not
lock the door. The thought of someone seeing her so vulnerable made me insane. Everything about her made me feel. The more time we spent together, the more I felt. With her beside me, I was stripped bare. The little sanity I had left threatened as the moments past. I didn’t know how I was going to leave her. However, I’d be a better man for it. For her.

I sat up between her legs, my cock in my hand, and a hair’s breath away from her pussy, flummoxed by my previous refusal not to take her in
this
place.
That was when you were rational.
I thought. Desperate and trembling, I couldn’t deny myself anymore. Her eyes were pleading; she was reading me, knew I was struggling.

“Please,” she whispered.

I sucked in a breath. If I weren’t already on my knees, I would have fell upon them. I looked down at my painfully swollen cock. There was no denying I was in rough shape and needed relief. The relief only she could provide. A glisten of cum dropped onto her pussy. Her tongue peaked out wetting her lips. My eyes took in every last inch of her body, working myself up until I was in a frenzied state.

I drew in a steady breath. “Okay.” I got off the bed and walked to my closet. I needed a condom. Last thing in the world we needed was to complicate things with a pregnancy. Though, the thought of taking her bare was riding me hard. I shook it off. I rolled the latex over the angry engorged veins in protest. I was one fucking demented bastard.

I looked over, wondering why she was so quiet. “You sure?” I heaved my cock at her.

“Yes,” was the only word that came from her lips.

Never have I been so fucking utterly obsessed with someone. I climbed back on the bed, hovering over her. I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to take my time—savor everything. I placed chaste kisses along her neckline, her creamy, perfect skin begging to be marked. She was breathtaking. Her lips parted, begging to be kissed. And I did, claiming her mouth once again as mine. But this time, I’d truly be taking her. Maybe not significant to her, but now she
is
mine. I let my cock drag back and forth between her legs as I claimed her mouth…working her up even further. I needed her wetter.

Time to take what’s mine, confident that she was sufficiently wet enough to take me. “Truth.”

She nodded.

“I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. The good, bad, and ugly. I don’t give a fuck. Only you, Allison. Only you. I want you to always remember that.” No truer words had ever been spoken.

I surged forward, staking my claim. Her tender flesh gloved me tightly. I went fucking insane. Alternating my stride between slow, deep, and punishing—relentless abandon. This is how her first time should have been. With someone skilled, patient, and who cared more for her pleasure than theirs. Every sigh and moan fed my carnal nature. A powerful feeling came over me. I couldn’t identify it—yet. My body, slick with sweat and her juices, I reached down and applied steady pressure to her clit. She came deliciously.

I pulled out of her slightly. “Fuck, look how wet my cock is with your cum.”

She looked and blushed.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed of, babe. Biggest fucking turn-on, seeing your pleasure on my cock.” My voice was thick with lust. I began to thrust again. This time, my lips were attached to hers, brutally kissing her as I lost my shit. I continued to kiss her long after I came. Her silky walls continued to squeeze my cock with subtle aftershocks. Pride filled my chest. Her scent filled my lungs. Fierce possessiveness fueled my veins. Mine.

I may have lost the battle by
fucking
Allison. However, I was going to win that fucking war.