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“Tonight, Jade,” he stepped around me, his body restless as he roamed the room, “all I could think about was making him suffer for what he did to you and Maddie. All I wanted was for him to feel pain. I let my anger win tonight, and I killed him before I could finish torturing him.” He spun to face me. “I need to be honest with you about something.”
My head jerked back in surprise and concern, my arms instinctively crossing over my stomach.
“I’ve been teaching Maddie self-defense when we play ball.”
I let out a laugh at the unexpectedness of his confession. “Sorry,” I apologized quickly, covering my mouth with my hand.
“It’s not funny,” he retorted.
“I know.” I shook my head, meandering to the bed, sitting. “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that.” I drew my knees up onto the mattress sideways, leaning an elbow on my leg.
He continued with his explanation, his voice steady and serious. “It all started with me teaching her different scenarios through our games, and then she asked me to show her how to defend herself against boys at school in case she ever got bullied. So, I taught her a few things.”
My eyes widened. “Is she getting bullied?!”
He lifted a hand. “No, no. But I want her to be able to defend herself. Clearly, she takes after her badass mommy. She took down her own sperm donor tonight. The first thing she wanted to know when I got back was if I was okay, ignoring her own trauma earlier.” A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he admired our daughter’s strength and resilience.
Our daughter. I said it over and over in my head. It was the first time I’d called her ours. And it felt right. I smiled at his words as he came to a stop in front of me. “I’m really proud of her and thankful for you.”
He perched on the bed next to me, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. “Does that mean you’re keeping me?”
I snickered. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? Really? Ouch,” he teased before entwining his fingers into my hair, pulling my head toward his. He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, then pulled away. Taking my hand in his, he smirked. “I have some news for you.”
“Okay?” My curiosity piqued, I skewed my head and raised an eyebrow.
“Ian’s agreed to let you keep dancing if you want to.”
My mouth fell agape. “What?”
He nodded. “But I have a condition.”
“What’s that?” My heart was now racing. The fact Ian gave in to anything shocked me, and Luke never gave conditions to me for anything.
“I want to be on stage with you just one night.”
“Oh fuck,” I exhaled, my core aching at the thought of performing on him in front of a crowd.
“Is Ian going to be okay with that?” I asked nervously.
He brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “We discussed it while I was getting the tattoo.”
“And he just agreed with zero argument?” I gasped.
He nodded once. “He said it’ll be a sample of what our elite members can expect in Luxe should they join. But he made it clear that my dick has to stay in my pants.”
“That’s fair,” I snickered. “But what about right now?” I crawled up onto my knees and sat on his lap, straddling him as I peered around the room. “I don’t think we’ve ever fucked in this room before.”
His touch sent sparks of fire up my spine as his hands moved up my sides, fingers entwining in my hair. Forcefully, he pulled my lips to his, kissing me deeply, his growing cock pressing against my center. I moaned into his mouth, feeling the heat and desire radiating from him.
Despite the calm façade he always wore, I knew that inside, adrenaline was coursing through his every vein, fueled by taking the life of someone he hated. All to protect our little family. It only added intense passion between us. And though I prided myself on my strength and self-sufficiency, there was something arousing about Luke’s possessiveness and need to protect those he loved. It was a primal instinct that stirred a deep longing within me and made me want him even more.
Laying back on the bed, he slipped his hand up my shirt and under my bra, cupping my breasts. “Take it off,” he commanded, his voice deep and low.
“Yes, sir.” I rolled my tongue over my lips, but he lifted his legs, forcing me to fall forward. I caught my hands on either side of his head, pressing them to the mattress.
He pulled my lips to his again, then broke the kiss, holding up a thin, brown rope. “I took it from the warehouse.”
