Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Wyn

I thread my fingers through Lucas’ thick, wavy hair as his tongue does wicked things to my nipple. I need this. Even after the trauma of what just happened with Gabriel, or maybe because of it.

Feeling connected to Lucas like this makes me feel safe, which is insane, I know. I don’t understand what’s happening. Lucas has done some crazy shit—stalking me, drugging me, taking my body in ways I never even imagined possible—and yet, all I’ve wanted is more.

Isn’t that the clinical definition of insanity? Me wanting someone who's obviously so toxic? Wanting him like I do makes me feel insane.

But when he’s like this—playful and open—it reels me in.

There’s another knock at the door, but this time, it’s heavy-handed, bordering on pounding.

With a growl, Lucas rolls off me, pulling my straps back up to cover my breasts. “Yo, hold up,” Lucas calls out, getting up off the bed and stalking over to the door. He unlocks it and pulls it open, annoyed. “What?”

Christian leans against the doorway, his gaze climbing over Lucas’ shoulder and landing on me for a second before shifting back to Lucas. “Austin said you wanted to call a meeting, but Ash is leaving in twenty. So if you want to meet, we have to do it now.”

With a scoff, Lucas says, “Are you fucking kidding? That could have been a text.”

“Dude, I’ve been texting you for fifteen-fucking-minutes,” he answers.

Lucas pulls his phone out of his pocket and glances at it. “Whatever,” he says with a sigh. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

He shuts and locks the door, then turns around to face me.

“What was that about?” I ask.

“I’m meeting up with the guys. It won’t take long.”

I sit up a little straighter. “What are you meeting about?”

It’s probably secret Sacred Son shit that he can’t tell me about, but there’s no harm in asking, right?

He walks up to me, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He bends down to kiss my forehead. “Get some rest while I’m gone. I’ll lock the door.”

As he walks away, I ask, “Is this about Gabriel?”

When he reaches the door, he stops and turns to me. There’s something dark in his eyes. That deadly look that never fails to send a shiver down my spine. “Gabriel needs to be dealt with,” he says. “And whatever action I take has to be sanctioned by the other guys.”

I have about a dozen questions on the tip of my tongue, but before I can even get one out, he’s already gone, the door clicking shut behind him. I lean back against the pillows and push out a breath. Maybe it’s better if I don’t know what he’s about to do…

I lie in bed for a few minutes, scrolling on my phone, but I feel restless, and soon, I’m up on my feet, wandering around Lucas’ room. There’s a digital camera sitting on his desk, and it catches my eye. I’m nosey, so I pick it up. As I try to turn it on, though, I realize it’s one of those expensive cameras that has a bunch of confusing buttons. I almost give up trying to turn it on before I accidentally press a random button, and the camera whirs to life.

The lens adjusts and the display on the back lights up. I quickly find the gallery, but I hesitate before selecting it, wondering if I’m going to regret doing this. If I find pictures of Lucas with some other chick, I might throw up, and then murder him, so….yeah, this is dumb. I must be a glutton for punishment.

The first and only thing on the camera is a video—and it was recorded just a few days ago, the night he made me his consort.

What the….?

With my heart in my throat, I press “play.” Lucas’ face fills the frame as he adjusts the camera, then he steps aside and turns to face the bed. There’s a figure sprawled across the mattress, and the person looks like… me ? Is that me? I squint at the tiny screen and notice the navy blue robe pooling around the person’s body, wavy blonde hair fanned out on the mattress.

It is me. No question.

Lucas just looks at me for a second before his deep voice fills the tiny camera speaker. “Goddamn,” he says, his tone low, and reverent. “You are so fucking perfect. What have you done to me?”

The awe in his tone is what shocks me the most. I’m clearly out of it at this point in the video, so he isn’t saying this for my benefit. It’s a rare moment of honesty, his inner thoughts spoken out loud when he didn’t think anyone else would hear him.

I swallow as he approaches the bed, and I turn the camera off quickly. I know what happens next. I remember some of it. I was drugged, but not completely unconscious. But hearing him say those words…Wow, it’s probably the most honest thing I’ve ever heard him say…

I set the camera down on his desk, staring at it.

You are so fucking perfect. What have you done to me?

For the first time since this whole thing began, I wonder what a real relationship with Lucas would look like. He’s so damn intense and controlling, it would be insane for me to even consider starting something up with him…

But, if I’m being honest, it might already be too late. I can already feel myself falling for him. So, I guess that begs the question—Can the devil be tamed, or is that crazy?