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“Shit, Anisten Michelle. You’ve created quite the pickle for yourself, sister.”
“And to think I was calling you for advice?” I shoot back.
“No, what you want me to say is what you want to hear.You and I are cut from the same cloth, secure, successful, and lonely as fuck. You saw something in him, or you wouldn’t have returned a second time. And it’s fucking sexy that a guy wants you so bad he calls up your boss, demanding it.”
What in the Christ has come over my sister? My very assertive,take life by the ballsolder sister.
“Ani, you thought I’d tell you to run for the hills and that you’d be crazy to go back to him, but love is crazy—trusting someone with so much faith that they’re your world.”
“Bristol Elaine, you’ve gone soft on me.”
She giggles before she responds. “Maybe, but I want more in life than working sixteen-hour days. And I think you do, too.”
There’s a quick break in the call. “Oh, shit, Ani, it’s my boss. I’ve got to take it. Let me know how tonight goes.” She ends the call, and I wonder if Bristol is right about this. Can I give over trust that easily? Never have been able to, but then again, if I do, I could see it with Luca.
Bristol had been right. I wanted an out. I keep my phone in my hand but don’t dare open the text I’ve been avoiding for the past few hours. My fingers hover over his name, and I wonder why I’m still sitting here. I already know what I’m about to do, so why try to deny it? If I’m going to do this, I’m doing it my way. I take a sweep through my closet, and with all my expensive clothes, I’ve not invested much in the sexy lingerie part of my life. Before Luca, when was the last time I really let myself live?
I run to my computer, place a quick order to pick up in an hour, and then take inventory of myself. I work out; my ass is rounded, my waist tiny, and my legs are shapely. Ridding me of my at-home pajamas, I know where I’ve let myself go. I’ll make a reminder to set an appointment for a wax, but for now, I want to hit him below the belt, knocking him off his axis and maybe causing him to forget to breathe. Finding a brand-new top-of-the-line razor, I groom myself for a night that he won’t soon forget.
After I read his text message. I’m more than given access to his floor, he’d also given me the code for his apartment, and the last words written were:I plan to ruin you, and no man will ever fuck you like I will. And if I come home to you in my bed, I’ll reward you like the good baby girl you are.
Well, if that’s not an open invitation.
* * *
Am I a neon sign flashing what I have planned for tonight, with my skimpy and revealing lingerie protected from prying eyes under the cliché trench coat?
It’s a quarter to eleven when I enter his code into the keyless entry. His apartment is relatively modest for a man with that many zeros in his bank account. The view of the busy Chicago skyline beckons me as I sit on his couch, overlooking the surreal landscape.
This is maddening, so wildly outside of my character, and my mind begins to play tricks on me. This isn’t me, nope, I’ve completely gone off the rails, and I push to my feet, my body escaping before my mind dupes me again. Pulling back the door, upon my exit, I bump into the hard body of Luca and my head moves to his line of sight.
“Not so quick. You’re here, obviously. There’s a reason.” His large body blocks my getaway and before I realize what’s happening, he’s backing me into the wall of his foyer. “I’ll never force you. But coming home to you here, in my space, there’s something that makes me want to spank your pretty ass for getting my hopes up only to leave.”
His words.These words, and only from him, are the main reason I’ve not fled, and something about his jet-black eyes boring into me or his large hands roving down my body are reasons, too. “But remember, Heaven, you leave, that’s it. Please don’t make this the last time I call you heaven, Heaven.”
I’d no longer be his heaven? I’m not ready for it to be over. He pulls back enough to see my trench coat. His brow hitches, and he tugs at the tie around my waist, exposing my two-piece lacy red lingerie outfit.
“Oh, fuck, Heaven. If you were to leave without my eyes taking you in, it would have been a fucking crime.”
His lips move to my neck, and I tilt my head the other way, giving him full access to this side of my body.
“Now, are you staying? No more running?”
How can I think properly when his lips are on my body? I can’t but more so, I don’t want to.
“Words, Anisten. You will use your words. I need your permission to treasure this body because, after tonight, you’re all mine.” He tips my head to his. “I’ll tell you right fucking now, I’ll never share you.”
His words and the tone of dominance turn me on. I throw myself at his body because I have no other choice. “I’m yours, Luc, all yours.”
“I love you calling me Luc.” Before I know it, he scoops me up into his arms, and when I think he’s carrying me to his bedroom, we stop in front of his floor-to-ceiling windows; he twirls me around, and I’m taking in the same outside as before. He pushes me face-first into the window, moving my hands over my head.
“I’m claiming you in front of all Chicago, Heaven. Never forget, you’re mine.”
We’re as high as the actual heaven, and there’s no way anyone can see us. Still, the idea of everyone witnessing him claiming me sends a shiver from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes. My panties are yanked from my ass, and he rips the sheer lingerie from my chest. “I love you in this but will fucking devour you naked.”
Two hundred dollars lay ruined on the floor, but it was worth his reaction.
“One day, Heaven. I’m going to claim this ass of yours. You’ll beg for it as your body is begging for my cock to fill your tight pussy.”
