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Chapter 20 (Ricardo)
Keeping her here—like she's a prisoner and I'm—what the fuck am I?
Even if she's only here because I want to save her, I'm certainly no prince charming.
I'm just a man who loves her...craves every single inch of her. And would kill anything in my path to protect her.
But her hero? That's one thing I'm not. And every time she questions why she's here, she only digs the knife in deeper.
Not only because I can't tell her the truth—but because there's no way I can ever be her hero when I can't kill the bad guy.
But maybe, just maybe I can do something for her. It won't be permanent, it's not a solution, but I'm hoping it will help.
I look up and bite back a smile when I see her entering the foyer. She looks pensive, a
She twists her hair into some kind of knot on top of her head and shoots me a dirty look. “So why exactly did you request that I put something comfortable on and meet you here?” She folds her arms across her chest. “Or is this your usual modus operandi when it comes to your victims? This way when their bodies are found lying in a ditch somewhere, it just looks like a jogger had an unfortunate accident. Not like he was whacked by a mafia boss.”
My tongue finds my cheek and I fight the urge to laugh at her. “You should consider going into the academy after you graduate, Lou-Lou. You have a real knack for this stuff.”
She opens her arms wide and gestures around. “Gee, I would...but there's a slight issue with that.” Her eyes narrow. “You know, with me being held hostage and all.”
I rub my chin and take a step in her direction. “Well fortunately for you, we're taking a little field trip today.”
Her eyes go big and she gives me a genuine smile. “Really?”
The smile falls from her face when I take out a pair of handcuffs. “There are a few contingencies.”
“Asshole,” she mutters as she holds her wrists out to me.
Surprise crosses over her features when I latch one cuff around her wrist and the other around my own. “This way you don't stray too far from me.”
I tug her and we start walking to the garage. I have at least 30 men in various SUVs following us, and every security measure I can think of in place, but it does little to calm my nerves.
In fact, for a moment I debate pulling out of this all together.
But then I remember what she told me in the bathroom yesterday, and the utter sadness in her eyes when she said it.
She needs this.
We climb into the SUV and she gives me a look when I uncuff her and maneuver her across my lap in the backseat instead. “It's not safe to be handcuffed in a moving vehicle,” I tell her, wrapping my arm firmly around her waist. “Therefore, the way I see it, this is the only way we can sit.”
And I like you on my lap—amongst other places.
“Right,” she says, but I don't miss the crinkle in her eyes.
She turns slightly to face me. “Where are we going?”
I lay my hand on her thigh and gently squeeze. “If I told you, that would ruin the surprise.” I place a kiss along the smooth skin at the crook of her neck and watch as she fights back a shiver.
I love how responsive she is to me, I love that even when she pretends to fight it, she can't. She's as helpless to me as I am to her. And no matter which way the pendulum between us swings, that's something that will never change.
Well, that and the fact that I love her. Because even when I hate her...I always love her more.
I run my nose along her neck and inhale her. I have to fight back a groan when I see her nipples pucker under her little sports bra and tank top.
Christ, maybe Lou-Lou sitting in my lap for an entire drive was a bad idea after all—because now I'm seriously debating if it would be quicker to kick everyone out of a moving vehicle, or shoot them all dead just so I can have her alone and suck those nipples into my mouth.
But on the bright side, maybe now she'll finally stop questioning why she's here.
According to Marlene, Lou-Lou's under the assumption she's here because I'm crazy with jealousy...but apparently she doesn't buy it.
Although her instincts are spot on, because that's not why she's here, it's not exactly false either.
Because my selfish heart wants what belongs to me...what has always belonged to this DeLuca. Never to him.
If things were different, if I was capable of being even half the man Lou-Lou deserves to end up with...I'd spend my life worshiping every single inch of what's mine. But I'll settle for her in these small doses...because the black thing in my chest is a fucking sadist.
“You're always touching me,” she whispers. “Why?”
“Why do you think?” I graze my thumb over her bottom lip and my dick twitches when her mouth parts and the tip of her tongue hits it. “Say the word and I'll stop.”
I look around and make sure no one is looking at us. Then I coast my hand along her chest, my fingers tracing the soft skin just above the swell of her breasts and whisper, “But I make no promises about not envisioning pulling up that sports bra and licking those perky tits of yours before I slide my dick between them.”
Her pulse jumps under my palm and I lick the shell of her ear. “Tell me to stop touching you, Lou-Lou. Say the word and I'll end this.”
I skim down the side of her abdomen and she looks up at me through thick, dark lashes that frame those doe eyes and moans just low enough that only I can hear.
My fingers dip into the waistband of her yoga pants and she arches her back against me. When she lets out another soft moan, I cup her between her legs and circle the wetness I find there with my thumb. “Make a sound and I'll stop.”
I slide my other hand into her tank top, then slip inside her bra and pinch her nipple. She jerks against me and I grind my erection into her. “Either speak up now, or scream my name in front of these men.”
I do another quick look around and then I rub her swollen clit through the damp fabric again. My dick grinds against the metal of my zipper when her mouth forms an 'o' and her eyes roll in the back of her head.
Christ, I'm harder than a fucking rock and my self-control is almost depleted, and I know once I stick my fingers inside her, I'll be reaching for my gun next.
Because I'll be taking her right fucking then. And considering we're currently out in public and not locked up inside the mansion where it's safe, that's a bad idea.
I quickly grab her hand and place it over her pussy. “Or better yet, you're go
Her eyes flicker with both rage and arousal. I pull my suit jacket off and drape it over her lap. “Touch your pussy for me, baby.”
I roll her nipple between my two fingers. “You're so close to coming, let me watch you.”
Her hand disappears inside her yoga pants and she winds herself against me.
“That's it, baby, “ I coax as her eyes flutter closed. “I want to see you let go.” My teeth nip at her earlobe. “Don't stop until you're dripping all over me.”
When she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and whimpers, I can't help but smirk. I know how much Lou-Lou loves my dirty mouth, and right now she's putty in my hands. Exactly the way I like it.