Chapter 6

“I’m just going to go,”Bishop says quietly as he rushes out the door.

I press the tip of my knife into his balls a bit harder, and he hisses.

“Baby, I love you, but I have plans for those, so I’m really sorry about this,” Lucas said, twisting my wrist and making me drop the knife.

“Bastardo!” I shout at him as he turns me in his arms.

His hand is around my throat an instant later. He has my arms pinned behind my back and leans his body into mine when I struggle to get out of his hold.

“Listen closely. You have two options. I sit you on this table and fuck you until neither of us can breathe, or I bend you over, but the outcome will still be the same. Choose.” He hisses the words into my ear and follows it up by biting my earlobe.

“Fuck you!” I try to head-butt him.

“I’m trying, Baby, but you ain’t telling me how you want it.” He bites my neck, and I moan against my better judgment.

“I hate you so much.” I don’t but I say it anyway.

“I know, Baby. Now let me love you, please.” He lets go of my arms, and I fall forward, grabbing the edge of the desk.

“Option two, then, “ I glance over my shoulder, and he takes my silence as a yes.

He doesn’t bother taking off my pants. I feel the cold metal of my knife against my skin as he cuts off the designer pants covered in his blood. I sigh at the thought of them now completely ruined.

“I’ll buy you a whole closet full, no hold still,” my lace Perla panties are promptly torn from my body, and a warm tongue soothes the sting on my clit from the action.

“Fuck,” I adjust my hold on the desk when I slip from sweaty palms.

“Nope, no of that.” Lucas lifts me up and sits on the couch with me facing him.

His cock rubs through my folds, making us both groan.

“Kiss me, Baby. Then ride me and show me how you’ve missed me.” His lips are still wet with my juices, so I grab his chin and run my tongue along his bottom lip.

I grind my hips against him as I suck on the smooth plum lip before biting him hard.

“We need to talk about your heavy-handed, demanding ways, Lucas.” His eyes open slowly at my words.

“Now?” I want to chuckle at the outraged look in his eyes.

He must take my pause as an affirmative because he grabs my hips and lifts me, impaling me on his rigid cock.

“Baby, if you can talk while I fuck you, then I’ll try to listen. Otherwise, shut the fuck up and ride me,” He slaps my ass hard.

I grab his throat and start to move.

“I’m in charge here,” I growl, making him swallow hard.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he kisses me, and I let myself go.

All the pent-up rage, exhaustion, loneliness, it all comes crashing to a head as I move on top of him. Every bitter word we said to each other, all the nights of me holding him while he cried, every single secret I’ve been keeping just floated away on get wind while he drives his hips up into me.

“I love you,” I cry out because I couldn’t bear it if I never said it back.

“I know, Baby. That’s why tomorrow you’re going to marry me.” My orgasm crashes through my system so hard I see stars.

My vision blackens, and I fight the wave of euphoria and sleepiness that tries to pull me under.

“Shit,” Lucas’s muffled words bring me back to reality.

He grimaces, shifting slightly.

“I think I busted a stitch.” I look down and see the wound bleeding again.

“Baby, don’t cry,” He whispers and touches my cheek.

“I’m not,” I argue out of instinct.

“Marry me, Preziosa,” we stare at each other, and my head moves before my lips part to speak the word.

“Yes.”