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Oh, hello, your Vagisty!
Loki chuckles behind me, “Thanks for the idea, asshole,” he teases Jax, who growls and ends the call.
“Do you always have to be such a wanker?” I ask, putting down his phone then yelping as he drags me over his knee and gives my arse a hard smack. “Loki!”
“You’re right,” he replies, confusion filling me.Right?Standing up, he sets me on my feet briefly before throwing me over his shoulder. “You really need less clothes for this,” he says as he starts to stride towards the stairs.
“Loki!” I exclaim again, laughing and pounding his back, earning another sharp crack on my behind.
You would fall for alpha-holes, Lilly.
* * *
We wake up wrapped up in each other on Boxing Day morning, my arse smarting a little from Loki’s smacks the day before. Stretching, I reach for my phone and see that It’s already eight in the morning.
“Loki! We need to get up!” I cry out, receiving a growl in reply as he snuggles deeper into the blankets.
Getting out of bed, a wicked idea crosses my mind, and I know the smile on my face is evil. Grabbing the glass of water on the nightstand, I go into his en-suite to refill it with cold tap water after running the tap for several moments. Coming back into the bedroom, I stand next to his side of the bed and gaze down at him. He truly is beautiful.
taking a corner of the duvet in one hand, I flip it back, letting the cold air rush over his naked body. He growls and cracks an eyelid, looking up at me. His eye widens a second before I throw the water over him and then run into the bathroom.
“Lilly!” I hear him roar, and I turn to see him striding towards me, dripping wet, a scowl on his face. I giggle nervously, and my heart starts pounding in anticipation of what form of revenge he will take. I place the glass on the countertop, my fingers trembling.
“Naughty girl,” he scolds, a smile playing on his lips. I stand still, shaking with repressed laughter as he steps past me and turns the shower on behind me.
I squeal as I'm suddenly picked up and tossed into a freezing cold fucking shower. He steps in behind me, with an evil smirk on his face.
“L–L–Loki,” I chatter, shivering in the cold water. He takes pity on me, reaching to turn the temperature up until delicious warm water cascades over us and I sigh as it warms my frozen body.
“That was a rude way to wake me up, Pretty Girl,” he tells me off, standing so close my breasts brush his chest.
“Sorry,” I smile, looking up into his eyes, and seeing amusement and lust in the emerald orbs.
“No, you're not,” he replies with a grin, and I chuckle.
“Nope,” I admit. “Not even a little bit.”
He leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face.
“No regrets?” he asks me, face serious and eyes intent on my own.
“Not a single fucking one,” I beam back, closing the distance between our lips. Our kiss is full of new discoveries, and a passion so strong, it changes the stars.
* * *
After we've showered,okay fine, after we've showered, fucked, then showered again, we head downstairs, bags packed and ready to go. Heather and Julie were picked up by their friend's nanny this morning whilst I was getting ready. Apparently, none of the rich look after their own kids so she was on hand to take them.
Leaving our bags by the door, Loki has a car coming to collect us in twenty minutes, so we head towards his parents’ office to grab his passport. I did point out that surely he's old enough to be in charge of his own personal documents, but he just rolled his eyes at me and shrugged as he unlocks the door.
It's a room I've not seen before, and on Loki's list of ‘rooms he still needs to screw me in’. He opens the wooden door, to reveal a study painted a forest green and panelled in dark wood.Could this be any more cliché?I wonder as I gaze around at the shelves full of leather bound books, which clearly have never been read, I may add.
Loki heads to the huge dark wooden desk that sits to one side of the room. It’s got a dark green leather top and screams entitled arsehole. I follow to see him open what looks like drawers, but is really a false front to cover a safe. He taps in a combination code, and the door pops open. Inside are two shelves, and there’s an internal light which highlights the bundles of cash in various currencies, all sealed in plastic. There also seems to be tubes of gold coins, and a couple of moleskin notebooks, as well as some sort of digital device. A revolver sits at the front top shelf. On the bottom shelf, there looks to be passports, and other documents, as well as a weird miniature bronze statue.
“What’s that?” I ask, pointing to the lump of metal.
“Huh? Oh, I think it’s a Matisse or some shit,” Loki casually replies, grabbing out his passport, whilst I stand there mouth agape.
Jesus.
