He looked back at me. The tormented rage in his eyes grew darker. “What I do best.”
“And what’s that?”
A cold smile curled his lips. “Fuck people up.”
Chapter 5
I don’t know when I fell asleep.
At some point, I must have though. I remember rising to my feet after Lucas told me his plans, plans that were scary and dangerous and involved using himself as bait. I remember crossing to the other sofa, taking his jaw in my palms and telling him we could just leave the country. Move to Canada or Australia or Paraguay or something.
He told me if we did that, they’d come after his mom and stepdad, my folks and anyone else we loved or cared for.
He’d insisted he’d be okay. That he was quite adept at taking care of himself.
I also remember him pulling me down to him, tugging me to his body until I sat astride his thighs.
He’d threaded his fingers through my hair as he lowered my head to his. I remember his lips finding mine, his tongue doing the same.
I remember him stretching me out on the sofa and exploring my body with his mouth.
He made me come just by sucking on my breasts.
He made me come again by sucking and biting and licking on my clit.
And then he made me come a third time, but this time he came with me as we moved together, his thrusts deep and powerful and steady inside me, my nails raking his shoulders, his back, his name falling from my lips in whimpering gasps over and over again.
After we came together, Lucas tucked me against his body and we stretched out on our sides, my back and butt pressed to his chest and groin, our fingers threaded.
“Please, don’t die over me,” I’d whispered.
“Hush, Ronnie,” he’d whispered back. “When it comes to you, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
I’d replayed his declaration in my mind, the words bringing with them images of Lucas in pain, Lucas being beaten by uniformed cops and Trinity members.
“Can’t we just run away?” I’d pleaded again.
“No,” he’d murmured back. “Trust me. I’ll get it sorted.”
That was when I’d decided I was going to wait for him to fall asleep, call Doctor Winchester, ask her to come back and sedate him and then…then…
I think it was just after that I fell asleep.
It wasn’t until I woke up that I realized I’d fallen asleep mid-scheming.
Squinting at the unfamiliar light, I pushed myself up onto my elbows on the bed.
Bed.
I was in a bed.
I was in Lucas’s bed.
When had I moved from the sofa downstairs to his—
Snapping wide awake, I looked at the space beside me on the bed.
“Fuck.”