Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

THERON

Closing my eyes, I empty my cum down her throat. I can’t remember a time when I have felt so completely satisfied other than when I was last inside Lucille.

She owns me, this beautiful being who has complete fucking control over me. Something that I never wanted another human to have ever again. It is the absolute fucking last thing I ever wanted in life, and yet, it’s exactly how things have turned out.

Every moment of every day, thoughts of her have begun consuming me more often than not. I love her. I thought if I broke it off with her and kept her at a distance, it would be enough.

I figured she would move on with her life, but she hasn’t.

Which makes it a hell of a lot harder to keep her at that distance, especially when she doesn’t want to be there. She wants to be here with me, exactly where I intend to keep her from now on.

There’s no sense in fighting it, especially since I’m buying her.

Slipping out of her mouth, I kick off my shoes, socks, and pants before I unbutton my shirt and let it fall to the floor in a pile with the rest of my clothes. Reaching down, I slip my hands beneath Lucille’s armpits and pick her up so she’s standing on her feet.

I grasp the backs of her thighs, pick her up, and press her back against the glass window, my mouth touching hers and my tongue filling her. My cock isn’t hard again yet, but it won’t take long.

It never does when it comes to Lucille.

Her hands roam my back as far as she can reach, her tongue tangling with mine the entire time. She’s always been sweet, but there is something absolutely fucking toothachy saccharine knowing that in just a few hours, she will be mine—forever.

Mine.

Lucille breaks the kiss, her face shifting as she nuzzles my neck. Then I feel her tongue taste the whole column. Fuck. She sucks and licks and even bites gently. I close my eyes as I enjoy the attention, my cock twitching with anticipation.

She moans against my throat, and that’s all I need. I’m hard and ready to go. Aligning myself with her center, I sink inside of her. She whimpers, her head falling backward with a thud against the glass.

Holding on to the backs of her thighs, I keep her pressed against the glass before she begins to move. Flicking my gaze down, I watch as my cock moves inside of her. It’s already glistening with her wetness.

It’s fucking beautiful.

As I move in and out of her body, I cannot look away. Watching her take me, stretched so fucking tight that nothing could get between my cock and her cunt. She’s full of me and nothing else.

It’s as if her body was made to be mine.

“I’m going to come again, Theron,” Lucille rasps.

Rolling my hips, I make sure to grind my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. I want her to come. I want to feel her pussy clamp down around me and for my orgasm to rush through me.

I want it so fucking badly that I can taste it.

Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “Sweetheart, I want you to be a good girl now and come all over my cock.”

LUCILLE

My.

Heart.

Stops.

His words are all I need to lose complete and total control. I come. It’s so hard that my entire body tenses. Every muscle inside of me freezes. My eyes widen, and I gasp. I can’t even breathe. I can’t speak. All I can do is stare at him in shock.

Theron’s lips smash against mine, and he kisses me hard. When he shifts his head backward, his eyes search mine. I don’t know what to say, what to do. For a moment, I thought that this could be more. But now that it’s done, I’m not sure.

Everything with Theron makes me feel so self-conscious. Slowly, he lets me down on my feet and then takes a step backward. Instinctually, I feel as if he’s going to leave me, and I reach forward, placing my hands on his chest to keep him where he is.

“Lucille,” he rasps.

“Don’t leave me, Theron. I’m confused and scared. Please, just stay.”

He shakes his head once, his eyes searching mine, and then his lips twitch into a smirk. I wish I knew what he was thinking, but I can’t tell. I think about turning my back to him so I don’t have to watch him walk away from me.

He dips his chin again, his lips brushing mine before he lifts his head, and his eyes focus on mine. I’m not sure what he’s going to say or what he’s going to do, but when he speaks, it surprises me.

“I have to leave, but it won’t be for long,” he murmurs. “When I come back, some shit is going to change.”

“Is it?” I ask.

He hums, dipping his chin. “It’s going to change because you’re mine, Lucille.”

He takes a step backward, dresses, and heads toward the door. He stops with his hand on the door handle, looking over his shoulder at me before he clears his throat.

“Don’t leave this condo, not for a damn fucking thing,” Theron instructs.

Then he tugs the door open, and he is gone.

Gone gone.

I stand with my back against the glass window, unable to look anywhere else but at the closed door, and wonder what the hell is going on. What is actually fucking going on? I’ve just gone from being the stalker to the stalkee, and I don’t like anything about it.

But what I like less is the fact that there is a hit out on me. Someone is trying to kill me. All because I walked into an empty room? Or is it because I was digging into Asher and Emmie Grant? Honestly, I didn’t even find anything out, not enough to warrant death.

I’m beginning to think that Theron was right when he said I should have stopped a while ago because it was dangerous. Although I’m not one to admit something like that out loud, I am thinking it right now.

Grabbing my underwear and pants, I quickly tug them on, then start to take a look around my new digs. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be cooped up here, but if I am, I should make myself at home… right?

And that includes snooping everywhere.

Absolutely everywhere.

It doesn’t take me long to give the place a thorough snoop, mainly because there is almost nothing here. The kitchen is equipped with dishes, cookware, and silverware. The bathroom has some toothbrushes, toothpaste, and toiletry things. There are fluffy towels and sheets. But nothing personal.

I’m not sure exactly what I thought I was going to find, but this really is a safe house. Making my way into the kitchen, I tug open the fridge, which is the one place I haven’t checked out yet.

Empty.

Damn.

Walking back to the living room, I sink down on the sofa and grab the remote control from the coffee table. This condo is nicely furnished, ten times nicer than my own place. I can’t imagine any of these men did this. It’s almost like a furniture showroom.

Flicking on the television, I search for something to watch. Thankfully, there is a streaming service already logged in. It’s clearly a man’s vibe because it’s all action movies in the suggestions.

I smile, thinking about the fact that I’m going to screw the whole thing up. All of it. The first thing I look for is a rom-com movie. Turning that on, I let it play. I’m not really watching it, though, not because it’s bad, but because my mind has drifted off to the mess I’ve gotten myself into and the fact that I will probably lose my job.

No call, no show is not looked upon favorably, even if I work all by myself late at night. They still want someone there to do the job. I’m not sure how long I stare into the distance, not seeing or hearing the television at all.

Until I jump at the realization that I’m surrounded by silence. The movie has ended. There is nothingness, just a black screen. Then I hear a noise somewhere in the house before footsteps, and a dark shadow appears from the hallway.

I should probably scream, but I don’t. Instead, I watch as Vaughn waltzes from the hallway like he didn’t just fucking appear out of nowhere and this is a normal incident. He stops at the side of the sofa, tipping his chin down to look at me.

“Yes?” I ask when he doesn’t speak.

“You hungry?” he asks.

His lips are turned up into a smirk. His gaze searches mine. “I could eat,” I confess.

He chuckles, then jerks his chin. “Let’s go to my place. I made chicken.”

He turns around and starts to walk away. Standing, I follow behind him, and I’m amazed at how well hidden his secret staircase is. He doesn’t explain it to me, and I don’t ask. It’s kind of nice knowing that if someone breaks into the safe house and tries to kill me, he can get to me and kick some ass.

At least that’s what I tell myself, not that it would be silent, and he would probably have no idea. Once we’re in his apartment, the aroma of savory chicken hits my nose. I can smell sage and thyme. My stomach growls, and that’s when I realize I haven’t eaten in a while. I can’t even remember when.

“You cook?” I ask.

“When I feel like it. Don’t expect it every night. But I knew there wasn’t any food for you there. I’ll have some delivery brought to me tomorrow and drop it off to you.”

“Thanks,” I whisper, my gaze shifting to the side.

He clears his throat, his gaze finding mine and holding it for a moment. He lets out a heavy breath, then reaches out and wraps his fingers around my forearm. He squeezes me gently before he releases me, and then he moves toward the kitchen.

I watch him plate the food, and a few minutes later, we’re sitting across from one another, staring and eating in silence. A comfortable silence, but a silence nonetheless. I know he could say a million things to me, and I to him, too. But I decide against it. Instead, I enjoy the silence and eat the fantastic meal that Vaughn made for me.

When the meal is finished, he turns on an action show, and I sink down on the sofa to watch it with him. I don’t know him well, but what I do know is that he’s quiet. Which I’m grateful for in this moment. I need some quiet. I just wish that my mind would quiet down as well.