Chapter 9

I’ve never prayeda day in my life. The devil doesn’t pray. But that’s one plea I hope God hears. I’d get down on my knees right now if I thought he might listen.

Lux is the absolute worst kind of drug. Whenever I’m close to her, I swear, I can feel her in my fucking veins. She dominates my every thought. And I could fuck her twice a day and still want more.

The only cure is touching her, kissing her, keeping my cock inside her.

And I meant what I said, if she ran away tomorrow, I’d hunt her ass down so fast, she’d wonder if it was all a fever dream. Because this thing between us is mine to control. She leaves when I say she leaves. This ends when I say it ends, and not a second before.

I continue to stroke her pussy, watching her face as pleasure overtakes her. She’s so damn beautiful, especially like this, consumed with ecstasy, her pedal-pink lips stretched open, each breath coming in short bursts.

“Roman, please,” she whimpers, resting her head on my shoulder like it’s all too much. “Please.”

I know what she wants. My cock. But she’s not getting it. I have something to prove to her, to myself. This thing between us doesn’t control me, it’s the other way around. I can resist her if I choose to.

Once you get a taste of her, trust me, brother, you’ll always want her.

My brother’s words haunt me, because, so far, he’s not wrong. But one thing he didn’t account for is that I’m stronger than him, at least when it comes to relationships. He’s always been a romantic, heart-on-his-sleeve type.

Not me.

I’ve never had any trouble walking away from a chick, and Lux won’t be the exception. She’s different, sure, but I’m the same cynical bastard I’ve always been. That’s never going to change.

And in the end, when all of this is over, I’ll be ready to walk away…but on my fucking terms, not hers. Not anyone else’s.

“Roman, I need you,” Lux says, panting, clawing at my shoulders. “Please, please, please.”

With a smile, I kiss her, devouring her like both our souls depend on it, all the while, keeping my tempo—in, out, in out—using my thumb to apply pressure to her clit.

Her hand closes around my cock, and she squeezes, pulling upward, stroking me. Fuck, she feels good. And she’s so ready. It’d be so easy to push into her now and end this torture.

I remove my hand from her cunt, and pick her up. She curls her legs around my waist as I walk her to the edge of the hot tub, using the stairs to walk us both out of the water.

The air is cold, but I hardly notice as I place her down on one of the lounge chairs. Rising up, I kneel and stare down at her. I love her like this. Wet and ready for me, looking up at me with wide, trusting eyes. It sparks something in me, a primal energy that makes my cock twitch.

Goddamn.

Setting my jaw, I glare down at her. “Spread your legs.”

She does as instructed without hesitation, propping her feet up on the cushion of the lounge chair, then spreading her knees apart, revealing that sweet cunt.

My little whore.

“Good girl.” I lower my head and touch my lips to the soft curve of her belly. She arches up abruptly and sucks in a sharp breath like she doesn’t want me touching that area.

“Shhh,” I say, gripping her hips. I love how my fingers sink into her softness, giving me something to hold on to. So many girls focus on losing weight, but skin and bones just don’t do it for me, not like this. This is fucking heaven. Curves, and flesh and softness.

I kiss a path down her stomach, down, down, down slowly, languidly,until I reach her core. I touch my tongue to her slit, moaning when I finally get a taste of her. She smells like pussy, that delicious, musky scent that makes me want to rut like a damn animal, but by some miracle, I manage to hold myself back. Just fucking barely, though.

She threads her fingers through my hair, twisting and pulling as her thighs fall farther apart. Dragging my tongue up the length of her slit, I push my tongue inside, which earns me a long, tortured moan from deep in her chest.

My hands move from her thighs to her ass so I can pull her closer. Cupping the globes of her ass, I tilt her upward a little, pushing in deeper, my face completely buried in her cunt. I stroke her over and over before pulling back to replace my tongue with my fingers, so I can suck on her clit.

“Roman!” she screams, writhing and twisting, her heels falling off the sides of the chair and onto the flagstones. “Oh, my God. I’m going to come. Make me come. Please.”

A frenzy gathers inside me when I feel her channel start to tighten around my fingers. Her climax is imminent, and something comes over me—a primal frenzy that has me in an absolute chokehold.

Ripping my face away from her, I grab my cock and start stroking violently. If I don’t come first, I’ll never be able to finish this. I stare down at her, watching her face, as I stroke my cock with quick, violent movements.

Then she does something that breaks me. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she reaches down to touch her clit, desperately searching for the release I’ve now denied her. With her free hand, she cups her own breast, but it’s so large, it overflows in her hand, and her cunt is so wet…

That’s it. That’s all I can take.

With a guttural growl, I push her hand aside and shove my cock into her hot, welcoming cunt. It feels so good, and I groan her name loudly. “Lux, my God. How does it feel so good to be inside you?”

She’s so wet, it takes a second for me to get any traction, but I thrust into her hard, pulling out, watching her face as I plunge into her again, and again, and again, more forceful with each thrust.

Her channel tightens around my cock, and that triggers something inside me as well. She reaches up and pulls me against her as she screams out, burying her face in my neck. That’s all I need. With one final thrust, I push into her as deep as I can and come. Hard. My head spins with the violence of it, her breath in my ear, her pliant body curved around mine as we come in unison. One body. One soul. For this brief, magical moment.

Long seconds pass before we both begin to relax. When the energy subsides, I let my head fall onto the cushion beside hers as we both try to catch our breath. She’s still curled around me, and my cock is still buried inside her, and I wonder, for a brief, crazy moment, if this is what it would feel like if she were mine. Really mine. If I didn’t have to walk away from her in the end.

But before I can even entertain that thought for more than a few seconds, reality comes ruthlessly back into focus.

“Uh, Roman?” It’s a male voice, distant and anxious.

Lux stiffens instantly. “Oh, my God. Who is that? Can he see us?” she whispers.

I lift myself off her and call out to whoever it is. “Give me a second.” I grab a towel off the table next to us and wrap it around Lux, who is stilling up now. “Don’t worry. The gate is locked. Whoever it is can’t get in, and he can’t see anything from where he’s standing.”

The hot tub area is shrouded in shrubbery, which is 100% intentional. Privacy is vital for obvious reasons. The Sacred Sons hook up out here a lot, which is why the water is drained and refilled so frequently.

“I’ll see what’s going on,” I say, grabbing a towel to twist around my waist. “Hold tight.”

As I approach the path leading to the gate, I see it’s Nathan. The second he spots me, he looks a little relieved.

“Yo, Nathan, what’s up? I’m a little busy,” I say annoyed.

“Yeah, sorry,” he says eagerly, shifting from foot to foot. There’s something a little odd about the guy, but he’s just so eager to please, that it’s impossible to be angry. “Um, someone from the jail called Lucas. I guess they couldn’t get ahold of you.”

I’m immediately on full alert, my stomach tight. “What do they want?”

“I don’t know,” he says apologetically. “Lucas just asked me to come down and get you.”

I push a breath out and nod. “I’ll be up in a second.”

With a nod, Nathan leaves and I head back to Lux. She’s already half-dressed. “What was that about?” she asks, zipping her jeans up.

I reach down and grab my pants, fishing inside the pockets for my phone. When I finally find it, I see three missed calls from the jail. Shit. I must have had my phone on silent.

“Everything is fine,” I tell Lux. But even as I say the words, I know things can’t be fine. The jail never calls. My brother calls from the jail, but that’s a different number. And even if it were James calling, Lucas wouldn’t come to fetch me for that. This feels different. Urgent. “I just need to make a call,” I say calmly.

Lux narrows her eyes, clearly not believing me. “Nathan came all the way down here to tell you to call someone?”

I shrug and flash her a tight smile. “Everyone thinks their emergency is my emergency.” I pull my clothes on quickly, then kiss her on the forehead. “I should handle this. I’ll see you up at the house.”

Lux looks a little concerned, but she nods without asking any more questions, which is a small miracle because she’s usually nosey as fuck. “Okay.”

As I turn and head back up to the house, I can’t help but think about that moment before Nathan popped up. That flicker of pure bliss with Lux. I try to hold onto it because I know soon, I’ll have to watch that love in her eyes bleed into anger and hate…