The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (169 page)

I spotted it over the other side and I briskly planted one foot in front of the other to get to it before he turned around.

I wasn’t fast enough as his huge hand circled the phone just as I picked it up. “No fucking way, Red. You are staying here.”

“Why don’t you fucking listen?” I asked with acid in my voice.

His eyebrows rose at my vehemence but he didn’t counter a reply as he continued to lock me down with just his furious gaze.

“Let me go Lucas, please” I tried pleading with him but he remained strong and shook his head as he stepped into me and backed me against the wall.

“If I have to fucking hogtie you Red, I will. You and that fucking smart mouth of yours are starting to mean something to me, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you go now that I have you close, just because you are frightened of what will happen to me if that dickless piece of shit comes looking for me.”

My jaw dropped and a lump formed in my throat as I deciphered his words in my frazzled brain. “But . . .”

His finger rested against my lips and stopped the words from becoming vocal as he leaned further into me and rested his forehead against mine.

“Don’t question it Red, just accept it. Accepting it will make it easier, make it real and then you might start believing me when I tell you that I’m falling in love with you.”

A funny choked sound stuck in my throat as my heart exploded in my chest, but I shook my head at him. “You can’t, no . . . NO! Damn you!” I bellowed as I pushed harshly at him.

He reared back and looked at me with a puzzled expression but I still kept on, still ploughed straight through his heart to get to his soul and destroy it. “No, you just can’t. I . . . I don’t do love Lucas, I’m incapable of . . . anything. You need to take back those words . . . NOW!” I snapped at him as he stood pale and hurt.

My heart was crumbling at my own cruel words but I needed to keep him safe, needed to break all his feelings for me so he would be out of harm’s way and being brutal was the only way I knew how to stop his affection for me.

He swallowed harshly as pain and discomfort became visual on his handsome face, and he sucked on his lips as my spiteful declaration slapped him straight on.

He nodded once, turned and walked out, quietly closing the door behind him when he went.

I sank to the floor in desperation.

Why now? Why the hell now?

“You cruel bastard!” I shouted into the heavens as my fury rose at the harshness of it all.

I knew I had fell for Lucas with everything I was, through to my very soul and this was why I had to break both our hearts to keep him alive.

If Diablo found out, he would make him pay; painfully, violently and so utterly ruthlessly that I knew I would never survive the devastation of Lucas going through anything like that.

I eventually lifted myself off the floor, and realising I didn’t have any cash on me for a cab, I explored Lucas’s apartment for a pair of shoes.

I succeeded to find a pair of trainers that were three sizes too big, but I managed to hold them on my feet as I pulled the laces to a tight harsh knot.

I found a piece of paper in his study and wrote a simple ‘Sorry’ before I planted an invisible kiss on it and propped it up against the whisky bottle, knowing that would be what he would go for first, then I quietly closed the door behind me and made my way home, leaving my heart behind on the floor of Lucas’s lounge.

Chapter 18

Lucas

I PALMED THE wall of my entrance hall to hold my highly drunken self up as the brunette beside me giggled like a fucking hyena.

Her laugh had been steadily grating my brain for the last two hours but she had a firm arse, so it was worth the suffering when I knew I would manage to fuck that piece of ass shortly.

She suddenly pushed me back against the wall and covered my mouth with her own as her hands grabbed a fistful of my hair.

She tasted of metal and vinegar and I squinted but held my breath and determinedly kissed her back until she was undoing the button on my jeans and frantically pulling them down my hips with my shorts.

She leered up at me as she sunk down my body and I groaned and closed my eyes when she sank her mouth around my dick.

She was a little too wet and I was only half mast but I shrugged it off and relaxed into the action of her mouth sliding rapidly up and down my length. “Slow down a bit” I urged but she didn’t seem to hear me as she continued her race for my orgasm.

I knew it wasn’t gonna happen with the way she went at me, her action reminding me of a pneumatic drill pounding at its challenge and I took hold of her head and tried to slow her down.

She wasn’t relenting as she forced her own control and persisted to hammer at me so I pulled her up, giving up with the oral as I walked her across the hall until her back hit the wall.

“Put your legs around me” I ordered and she did just that and then I remembered the condom and told her get down again.

She huffed loudly and told me we didn’t need one, but I glowered at her and she shrugged whilst she bit her nails as I scoured my wallet for a rubber.

The loud splinter of her nails made me shiver and erupt in goose bumps. “Quit with the nails” I growled and she smirked and deliberately took a chunk out of her thumb nail.

“Fuck this!” I spat as I grabbed her upper arms, turned her towards the door and propelled her forwards at speed until she was over the threshold.

“Go fucking home!” I barked at her as I slammed the door in her shocked face and made my way over to my only friend . . . the whisky bottle.

My heart stuttered when I saw Red’s graceful script on the small white note.

“Sorry. Yeah, Red!” I scoffed bitterly as I screwed up the apology and threw it into the nearby bin as I downed a mouthful of the liquor.

My eyes scanned the room and then came to rest on the wastebasket as I tapped my fingers on my glass and scolded myself as I leant back in and removed the note, smoothing out the crumpled paper between my fingers.

“You sad twat!”

I slammed my glass on the cabinet and wobbled into my bedroom and flopped face down onto the bed.

“Oh Christ” I murmured when all I could smell was Red’s tantalising natural scent. She reminded me of strawberries and vanilla and I took a huge inhalation of the delicious fragrance and groaned when my dick sprung to life.

I rolled onto my back and lay my arm across my face in an attempt to block out Red’s stunning smile. The vision of the soft curl of her plump lips as her eyes twinkled brightly caused every single blood cell in my body down into my already sturdy cock.

But it wasn’t just the arousal that surged through my body; there was a pain and emptiness in the flow of my cells and I swallowed back the emotion.

“You do not love this girl Lucas, you just think you do to get into her knickers” I told myself, and then I laughed, loudly and bitterly at my words. “Yeah sure, you pathetic bastard!”

It was like she had penetrated the wall around my heart and whilst she was in there, I built the bloody thing back up and now there was no escape, she was trapped forever inside me, eternally to be loved by me.

Shaking my head in frustration, I lifted myself off the bed and went into the bathroom for a leak but halted at the doorway as I spotted the silk robe I had brought Red back in.

I stalked over to it slowly and picked it up, frowning at the smear of blood on the back of it as I fingered the soft material that was covered in her scent.

I swallowed at the sight of the blood and then it suddenly occurred to me why she had rejected me tonight. She was scared of what would happen, she was terrified of the outcome of a relationship with me and she was afraid for me because of Diablo.

And then it slapped me in the face.

Holy Fuck, she loved me back!

The realisation hit me like a fucking freight truck and my heart beat wildly as I dragged on my shoes and locked my door behind me.

No more Red, no more fucking running!

Chapter 19

Layla

I REFUSED TO let the tears fall, locked them deep inside because I knew, if I allowed them then they would take advantage of the freedom and just keep running, never seizing for a single minute.

The liberation I would permit them would be the final crack in my already crumbling armour.

So I kept busy for the day and now finally, nightfall meant I could shut myself off from my poor pathetic excuse of a life. I could close my eyes on the world and dream; pretend everything was happy and hunky-dory.

Sara had gone out for the night with friends after much argument about leaving me alone but once she had left, I relished my time alone.

It was my time to reflect and decide what to do next; hide, run or stand proud and battle it out, or the final choice . . . go back to him.

Could I do that? I knew it would be the end of me, but it would mean Lucas would be safe and to protect him I would take whatever Diablo dished out, take it and smile while I fucking took it, knowing the man I loved was unharmed and possibly happy.

Placing the mug of milk and chocolate into the microwave, I proceeded to turn off the main lights and switched on each of the little nightlights I had around the house, in case I ventured from my bed during my unsettled nightmares.

I grabbed my mug and made my way to my luxury, my haven—my bed, and flipped on the small lamp and the TV, knowing I would need a diversion to help me drop off and once I had picked an old classic movie, I settled myself down to the oblivion night offered.

About halfway through the film I frowned and glanced at the clock when a knock came at the door.

12:46am. What the hell?

It was him, it had to be. Who else would be here at this time of night?

I pulled up the duvet around my chin, like it would protect me from Diablo’s wrath, when the knocking persisted and I took some huge steadying gulps and desperately tried to calm myself down.

I jumped a mile when my phone trilled from my bedside table and I peered at it timidly like it was a pre-set bomb and anyone who rang it would set off the timer.

‘Lucas’ displayed on the screen and I hesitantly answered it, not sure which of his moods would be dominant tonight.

“Let me in, Red.”

My eyes widened and I climbed off the bed. “What are you doing here, Lucas?” I asked quietly as I approached my front door and confirmed it was him through the peephole.

I smiled when I saw his wide grin through the small glass window. “You look like a fucking wolf who’s about to eat his prey. I’m not sure I should open the door” I teased as my heart pelted little electrical surges through my excited body.

He waggled his eyebrows at me now and I chuckled as I opened the door to him. “Good evening, Miss Summers. I do believe you’re late for an appointment” he said as he scooted past me and made his way into my flat.

I frowned and glanced back at the hall clock to make sure I hadn’t actually dropped to sleep at any point in the last hour but it still showed the same time. “Late for what appointment?”

He turned slowly towards me and a sly grin lifted his lips as his eyes dropped to my mouth, before he took the distance between us in a single step. “An appointment with my mouth, Miss Summers” he divulged as he took hold of my hair in one hand and enclosed my jaw with his other whilst he brought my face to his.

As soon as his lips touched mine a fire roared within me and I whimpered against the softness of him. He returned my moan with his own and slid his tongue between my parted lips and took control of us, of me, of my mouth and finally of my denial.

“I won’t let you do this, Red” he whispered against my skin as he kissed his way across to my ear and I closed my eyes as desire raged through my body. “I won’t let you push me away when I know you feel exactly the same as I do.”

My head dropped back against the wall as he continued his torturous kisses down my throat, his tongue sweeping out and tasting me as he went.

“We can’t do this Lucas. Think about what you’re doing” I warned on a huff of breath as his mouth brought out a wicked side in me and I clasped hold of the back of his shirt and pulled him to me.

He leaned back a little and palmed my cheek as his eyes bore straight into me, “I’ve thought about it and I’m gonna go with my heart Red, cos’ my head seems to know fuck all.”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom, where he laid us both down, side by side and he stared at me. “You are so fucking beautiful, inside and out. You make me wanna worship every damn inch of you” he whispered as he came in for another kiss, this time a more heavy and passionate one and my belly heated and sent blood pumping into my sex.

“We can’t Lucas, I, I’m too. . . .” I couldn’t finish as a deep flush scurried up my body and heated my face.

“Ssshhh” he breathed against my neck as his lips melted into my hot skin, “I’m not gonna have sex with you, Red. I’m gonna make love to you with my mouth. I’m gonna make you feel every damn inch of my tongue as I idolise and savour you.”

Oh crikey!

I nodded and mumbled a reply but even I wasn’t sure what I said as I just let him love me; let him devour every part and every fibre of me as I lay back and took it all.

He drove me wild with need as he licked, suckled and kissed each fragment of me, his tenderness was astounding and his love was blazing as he whispered dirty statements along with loving gestures.

I felt like a goddess, being adored and worshipped as Lucas brought me to a new level of ecstasy, his tongue on a relentless mission to pleasure me and bring a bliss so fucking pure I fought for breath as my climax took me over the edge and deep into annihilation.

“That’s it baby. Let it take you . . .” he groaned against my slick blistering skin as I flipped us both across the bed with my wild spasms and shudders.

“Holy fuck” I panted as he straddled himself across my chest and masturbated over me.

“Open your mouth, Red. I want you to take me inside you” he growled and I did as he asked and opened wide to catch each delicious drop of his cum as he exploded into my mouth.