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“Becka.” I couldn’t stand by any longer. If only for my own selfish reasons I needed to touch her. Confirm that she was physically unharmed. I stepped up beside her, reaching out to lay my hand on the bare skin of her back. She felt chilled. Goosebumps rose on the flesh under my fingers. “I’m here now sweetheart. Everything’s ok.”
Her body calmed at my touch. I rubbed her back then moved up to rub my thumb along her pulse, noticing the angry red marks marring her perfect skin. I took a deep breath to counteract the rage stirring to life again.
In the mirror I could see her face relax. Her head leaned into my hand, seeking out the warmth. But she still didn’t make a move to disconnect from the counter.
“You should have told him you were with me.”
“I did,” she exhaled.
“You did?” I asked, dumbfounded. That’s all it should have taken to get him running in the other direction.
Becka spun into me with helpless eyes. “Yes. I did.” Her voice rose a few octaves. “He laughed at me. Laughed, at me. Saying you are never with a girl longer than it takes to fill a condom.” She broke eye contact, looking to the floor. “He said no one would believe me.” The last part came out as a whisper.
I took a deep breath. It was true, my past was my past, and there was nothing I could do to change it. I lived life without hesitation for the satisfaction of the moment. I hadn’t regretted it before, but now my reputation was causing the one woman I ever wanted, pain. It wasn’t that I disliked women, I just hadn’t felt anything strong enough to spur the desire of showing relationship style affection.
Hell, I was usually only seen with a woman heading somewhere private to get my fill and be done. It was common knowledge; I was cold and distant when it came to caring about hookups. Women had been nothing but a means to satisfy an end. I gave them what they wanted, and in turn got what I wanted.
Now, Becka was suffering for it. I could see her hurting, thinking that no one would believe she meant more to me than sex.
I cupped her face in my hands feeling her tears wet my palms. Gently, I lifted until I saw her dark green irises looking up at me. Using the pads of my thumbs I swiped away the tears streaming from her sad eyes. She leaned into my hand, letting her lids fall closed.
“Why do you want me Luca?” she whispered. Her eyes remained closed as if scared to open them. “Why did you claim me? What if you tire of me? If you just want my body then take it.” She sounded utterly defeated. “If this is all just physical, then tell me now. If I’m nothing but property you claimed then just tell me. I have to know.” Tears continued to spill over her closed lashes.
Her pleas sliced at me. I realized she was terrified of the possibility that I— not just everyone else— would view her as a prize for my mantle. Nothing but my whore, and my feelings would only last as long as it took for me to get her willingly into bed. That she was owned, not cherished.
I had to fix it. I had to prove to her she meant more than a piece of ass, and make sure everyone else knew it as well. An idea formed in my mind.
Leaning down I brushed the softest kiss I could manage to her lips, tasting her salty tears. I kissed her gently one small peck at a time until her body relaxed against me. I nipped her bottom lip with my lips. She sighed and pressed into me. I nipped again, silently asking her to open for me.
Becka’s hands came up to rest on my hips. Her lips parted, her body coming to life as I slid my tongue inside her mouth. I delicately explored every inch of her mouth, pressing her up against the counter, letting my erection feel her body pressed against mine, showing her how her touch effected me. She moaned in approval. Her hands flexed, digging her nails in, arching into me. With a strong inhale I deepened the kiss.
I felt her warmth flare against me. When her nails dug in, my cock twitched. My need for her ignited into an inferno. My own heat rising in response to her, making me crazy with hunger. She moaned into my mouth sending shock waves through my chest.
If I didn’t get on with the plan in my head I was going to have her naked on the counter in twenty seconds flat. So, I pulled back. Her eyes shot open in confusion, her lips red from our kiss.
“Come with me.” After swiping the last evidence of her tears from her cheeks, I took her hand in mine and headed out the door. There was only one thing I could come up with to rectify the situation. By doing something that would shock the hell out of everyone.
Her heels clicked fast on the floor behind me. When I glanced back there were a dozen questions in her eyes, but she didn’t voice them. Trust. She was fully trusting me. My heart flipped against my rid cage.
When we entered the reception hall the party still raged. I donned my superior presence, sending people scurrying out of the way as I weaved a path through the tables to the front. Music pulsed loud, the smell of alcohol and sweat mingled with the sent of burning candles.
The DJ looked up as we approached. With the music so loud I had to practically yell in his ear just so he could understand my request. Then I dragged Becka to the middle of the dance floor. What I was about to do was going to raise a million questions I had no answer for, but I couldn’t care less anymore.
Already we were getting raised brows and curious stares as people began to whisper to one another. Perfect. I stopped and turned to face Becka, pulling her in tight to my body, commanding her eyes to connect with mine. The music changed as a slow song began to play.
