Lucas placed a slow, sensual kiss to her lips. But if Bella thought that he was about to make slow, respectful love to her, she was wrong. Lucas ripped the top of her strapless dress down and sucked her hard, aching nipple into his mouth. Bella gasped loudly, arching her back involuntarily. Her hands flew to the back of Lucas' head. She was pulling him so close that she was surprised that he was able to move. Remarkably, Lucas was able to alternate between both breasts. Bella writhed on the floor as he tormented her nipples. Lucas released a moan from deep down as if Bella’s nipples were the sweetest treats that he’d ever tasted. He gripped her breasts, pulling her nipples together and licked from one to the other.
“Mmm, Lucas,” Bella purred.
It had been so long since Bella had been with a man. For the longest, she’d avoided sex and relationships. But, at the moment, Bella was unable to let fear or anything else keep her from having Lucas. At the moment, she needed him more than she needed air.
Bella squirmed as he kissed down her body. He glided his tongue down her stomach, and around her navel. Lucas didn’t allow her dress to stop his progress. He reached under the hem of her dress and pulled it from under her ass. Lucas tore her panties from between her thighs and tossed them to the side. He eased her thighs apart and kissed his way to her hungry pussy.
Even though Bella was anticipating Lucas’ warm, minty mouth on her, she still jerked violently when he closed his lips around her clit. He licked and flicked her swollen bud with an expertise that suggested that he was taking great pride in pleasing Bella.
“Ooooh, yes, Lucas,” Bella purred, grinding her pussy against his face. “You’re eating my pussy so guuuud.”
As if her dirty words were ammunition, Lucas fired at her pussy, lapping, and sucking until Bella could no longer sustain his ravenous blows. Her legs stiffened, her toes curled, and her back arched even more. There was nothing that she could do to stop the bomb of ecstasy from exploding.
“Aghhhhh!” Bella cried, unashamed of the volume of her voice.
Lucas licked her through wave after wave of the orgasm that ripped through her. Bella couldn’t remember the last time that she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t self-inflicted. Once Lucas was satisfied that he’d consumed every bit of her release, he sat back on his knees and stared down at Bella.
“You’re so beautiful, Bella,” Lucas whispered on a sigh.
A bead of sweat danced down Bella’s forehead. She was panting and on full display in the middle of the floor. Her dress had been reduced to a belt. Bella doubted that the sight before him was all that beautiful, but she didn’t care. Bella watched as Lucas unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it. Even behind the T-shirt, she could easily see the well-formed muscles of his torso.
Lucas peeled the T-shirt over his head and stood to his feet. He stepped out of his pants and shorts with Bella’s full attention. As suspected, Lucas’ naked body was a work of art. She followed the deep V until she was admiring the magnitude of his hard, venous dick.
It was beautiful.
Lucas fished a condom from his pocket. He tore it open and tossed the golden wrapper on the floor. Lucas stroked his dick seductively before sliding the condom over it. Bella could hear her own heavy breathing as she squirmed beneath him. It had been so long since she’d been penetrated, and she’d be lying to herself if she said that she wasn’t a little nervous about taking in all of his dick.
Lucas dropped to the floor and crawled over Bella’s trembling body. She inhaled the virile aroma of Lucas’ cologne mix with testosterone. Bella spread her legs and happily invited Lucas inside. He lowered his body to hers, resting on one elbow. With his other hand, Lucas gently swiped a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. Bella placed her hand on his cheek. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him with a passion that she’d denied herself for so long. Bella licked his tongue and sucked his full bottom lip into her mouth. Out of fear, and maybe a little bit of low self-esteem, she had run from him. So, Bella was determined to make him understand just how much she wanted him.
Without breaking their kiss, Lucas pressed his dick against her opening and pushed inside; gifting her with fine steel. Bella inhaled a sharp breath and held it until her body adjusted to the huge invasion.
“Daaaamn, Bella,” Lucas rasped against her lips. “Pussy is so tight, baby.”
Lucas deepened their kiss, swallowing Bella’s moans. He reached down, pulling her knee to his side, and drove into her so deep that Bella accidentally bit his lip. If Lucas was in pain, she couldn’t tell. He hadn’t missed a single stroke. With every thrust, his already big dick seemed to grow larger. Bella’s grinding and grunting and her groaning and moaning intensified as Lucas fucked her into oblivion. Bella clutched the flexing muscles of his back and cried out each time he rocked into her.
“Oh, Go-. Gotdamn, Lucas!” Bella wheezed. “Oh, shit!”
“Aghhh, Bella! I’m making this pussy mine,” Lucas declared. “Do you hear me, baby? Mine!”
Bella raised her pelvis and did her best to swallow every inch of thick dick that Lucas was offering. Why she had denied herself the unbelievable pleasure for so long, Bella couldn’t fathom. Lucas was fucking the shit out of her, and Bella felt the need to return the favor. She pushed at his shoulders and rolled him to his back. Bella climbed on his dick, determined to prove herself worth the wait.
Lucas reached up and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her body to his until they were sweaty chest to sweaty chest. Bella rolled her hips, shoving herself on his dick as he fucked her from the bottom. Lucas held her head to his shoulders and caressed her back as he slipped in and out her wet throbbing pussy.
Bella savored the sound on his breathy moans and fucked him like he belonged to her. But she wouldn’t last. Even on his back, Lucas was mastering her pussy; hitting her G-spot every time he withdrew and rammed back inside of her. Bella raised up slightly and braced her hands on his shoulders. Her entire body was trembling as she bounced up and down on his shaft. Bella pressed her fingers into his muscular flesh. She threw her head back and embraced the orgasm that ripple through her.
“Yes! Yes!” Bella panted. “Aghhh, fuck! I’m cummin’!”
When Bella went limp and fell on Lucas’ chest, he gripped her hips and yank her down on his dick. And he kept yanking her until his thrusts frenzied.
“Mmm, baby…sooo good,” Lucas groaned. “Your pus- this pussy is milking my fucking cock.”
Lucas rammed into her one last time and shouted Bella’s name. His body stiffened as he pumped warm semen inside the condom. She could feel his dick throbbing with every ounce released. Their breathing was in sync, and Lucas’ pounding heart echoed Bella’s.
Lucas wrapped his arms around Bella and kissed the top of her head. Together, they rested on the carpeted floor until they caught their breath.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TAYLOR
Taylor pulled into her garage and turned the ignition to kill the engine. She looked back at all the bags in the back seat, hopeful that she could get them in the house with one trip. Taylor grabbed her purse from the passenger’s seat and climbed out of her vintage Mustang. She slung her purse strap over her shoulder, closed the front door, and opened the back door. Thankfully, Taylor was able to secure all of the bags. Both hands were full, but at least she wouldn’t have to take another trip. The girls were on their way. And, since she’d had to make a few runs after their spa day, Taylor was running really late.
She pulled her head out of the back seat and used her hip to close the door.
“Hello, Taylor,” came from a soft, unfamiliar voice from behind.
Taylor may not have recognized the accented voice, but she had no doubts about the cold metal pressed to her temple.
“It’s nice to finally meet you. Now, sit those bags down so we can have a nice visit.”
Taylor was plotting a defense strategy. But, her hands were full, her weapon was in her purse, and there was a gun to her head.
“I know
what’s going on in the head of yours, Taylor. But if you do anything stupid, everyone that walks into this garage will be able to see what’s in your head. Now, I need answers that I believe you have. You’re coming with me.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the woman behind her was the same woman who’d abducted Rosemary and viciously murdered Collier and Kara. Taylor was convinced that if she went anywhere with her, she was a dead woman.
“Why don’t you ask your questions now? I can answer them. Then, you can be on your way,” Taylor proposed.
The woman grabbed a hand full of Taylor’s hair and yanked her head back.
“Bitch, you don’t set the terms here. I do,” she hissed. “Put that shit down and let’s go.”
Overcome by fear, Taylor’s hands trembled as she bent to lower the bags to the floor. But, afraid or not, the sight of headlights entering her driveway triggered her fight or flight response. She threw her head back and headbutted her assailant. The woman was shocked for what Taylor was sure would only be seconds. So, Taylor took advantage. She flipped around, grabbed the woman’s wrist, and slammed her arm down on her thigh with a force that disarmed her attacker.
Once the woman was disarmed, Taylor threw a punch. But, like lightning, the woman blocked the punch and threw a hard elbow to the side of Taylor’s face, knocking Taylor back against her car. She was stunned, but she didn’t have time to be dazed. The woman was going for her weapon. Taylor pushed herself off the car and grabbed the woman from behind. She was attempting a chokehold, but the woman caught her arm and performed a wrist lock that brought Taylor to her knees.
‘Goddamn, she’s fast!’ is what Taylor was thinking, just before her aggressor lifted her knee, and dropped it down on Taylor’s arm. The sound of Taylor’s scream didn’t drown out the sound of her breaking bone.
Taylor collapsed from the pain. Her face slapped the cold, dirty garage floor. Warm tears spilled from her eyes as she slowly inched toward the woman’s discarded gun.
Behind her, the woman laughed diabolically and kicked Taylor’s broken arm. Taylor rolled over and grabbed her arm. The pain was debilitating. She’d fought as hard as she could, but it was evident that the woman possessed a skill that Taylor didn’t.
The mystery woman kicked the gun away and raised her leg, ready to inflict more pain on Taylor. Scrounging every ounce of strength that she could muster, Taylor prepared to block. Fortunately, for her, she didn’t have to. Taylor gasped with relief when a foot connected to the side of the woman’s head. When she fell against the wall, Taylor could see that it was Bella who had kicked her.
The woman recovered quickly and threw a punch. But Bella proved to be just as fast. She blocked the punch and delivered an elbow to the woman’s face. Bella pulled her gun from her waistband, but it was kicked out of her hand. Both women, clearly trained in martial arts, exchanged lightning-fast blows. Since Bella seemed to be holding her own, Taylor began to look around the floor for the woman’s gun. She’s found it under her car. Taylor inched closer and stretched her good arm under the car, but she couldn’t reach the gun. She rolled over and searched frantically for her purse. There she would find her own weapon. Unfortunately, she didn’t see it. What was even more unfortunate, was the roundhouse kick that Bella took to her face that sent her flying. She hit the floor with a loud thud. And, before she could recover, the woman was standing over her, aiming Bella’s own weapon at her. But like a miracle, Victoria swooped in like a savior.
She grabbed the gun from behind and released the magazine, rendering it inoperable. The woman whirled around and swung in Victoria’s direction, but Victoria ducked and punched her in the stomach. The woman gasped, clutching her midsection. She was stunned, but she wasn’t done. She advanced toward Victoria, and to Taylor’s amazement, Victoria smiled as if she was actually enjoying herself. Victoria actually had a weapon on her hip. She could’ve just shot the bitch. But she was obviously enjoying the hand-to-hand combat. Victoria wanted to break the woman down.
The woman released loud, frustrated grunts as she, unsuccessfully, attempted to deliver strike after strike, and kick after kick. Her every attempt was blocked and returned with a blow from Victoria. For the first time, Taylor sighed with relief. Whereas she was getting her ass beat, and Bella was holding her own, Victoria was beating the shit out of the hit woman. And she was loving every bit of it.
Taylor saw movement from the corner of her eye. She looked over at Bella. She had crawled to her knees and was able to recover her weapon and the discarded magazine. She slammed the clip into the weapon and racked the slide. Bella raised the weapon and waited for the opportunity to shoot the woman without hitting Victoria. Finding an opening wasn’t gonna be easy. Victoria was all over her. The skilled hit woman was worn out. Surely, she thought that extracting Taylor would have been easier, but between Bella and Victoria, she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
Victoria leaped from the ground and delivered a brutal sidekick to the woman’s throat. When she grabbed her throat and gasped for air, Taylor was sure that Victoria had crushed the woman’s windpipe. The woman fell to the ground and struggled to breathe. Since she finally had an opening, Bella raised the weapon toward the killer.
After the ass whipping that Victoria had inflicted, Taylor would have bet anything that the woman was done. But she would have lost that bet. The woman scrambled to her feet and blew past Victoria like the wind. When Victoria took off after her, Bella hurried over to Taylor.
“Tay, are you okay?”
“Ummm…. Nooo! That bitch broke my arm!”
Bella was helping Taylor to her feet when Victoria returned. They both looked up, but Victoria shook her head.
“She got away,” Victoria admitted. “That bitch is fast.”
“Yeah,” Taylor scoffed.
Victoria walked over to Taylor and Bella. She frowned when Taylor winced, clutching her arm.
“What the fuck are y’all into?” Victoria asked, crossing her arms.
Taylor managed a chuckle. A question like that coming from Victoria Storm was hilariously ironic.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BELLA
“What the fuck?!” Lucas exclaimed when he entered the small room in the emergency department.
Since they came together, the triage nurse allowed Taylor and Bella to stay in the same room. Victoria was there too, but she didn’t have a single scratch on her. Victoria had mercilessly brutalized a trained assassin. Bella rolled her eyes at the thought. Although she was grateful to be alive, the last thing that she had expected was to have been rescued by Victoria Fucking Storm. What a blow that was. Victoria would surely, never let her forget it.
“Damn,” Lucas cursed, hurrying over to Bella.
He gently grabbed Bella’s bruised face, lifting it to get a better look. In his eyes, Bella could see the sincerity of his concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Who called you?” Bella asked, turning her head.
“I called him,” Victor admitted. “That woman is getting closer and closer to Rosemary. Lucas needs to know what’s going on.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes at Bella. “I asked you if you were okay,” he stressed in a more serious tone.
“I’m fine,” Bella insisted with a huff.
Unable to help herself, she looked over at Taylor. She was sitting in a chair across the room with her arm in a sling, glaring at Bella with a raised eyebrow. Without commenting on Taylor’s accusatory expression, Bella lowered her gaze and stared at the floor.
For the first time since he’d entered, Lucas looked over at Taylor. She was far worse off than Bella.
“Oh, my God,” Lucas gritted. “Are you okay?”
“My arm is broken and my ego is bruised. But, thanks to these two, I’m fine.” Taylor chuckled and used her good arm to gesture toward Victoria.
“Lucas, this is my friend, Victoria Storm. Victoria, this is Victor’s little brother, Lucas.”
“Nothing little a
bout him,” Victoria muttered under her breath. She smiled at Lucas and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Lucas.”
“Likewise. I’ve met your husband.”
Even though there was always a jolt of sexual energy that passed throughout her body when Lucas touched her, Bella managed not to squirm when he placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Great. He’ll be tearing through that door—”
With unbelievable timing, Jack pushed through the door just as Victoria predicted. “Victoria?” Jack gasped.
He rushed over to her in a full-out panic and pulled her out of her seat. Jack searched her from head to toe, looking for injuries. Shit, if Jack wanted injuries, he should have been looking at Bella and Taylor.
“Jack, baby, I’m fine,” Victoria assured.
He looked her over one more time before pulling her into his arms. Jack kissed her forehead tenderly while caressing the back of her head. The love that he had for her was obvious. He was reacting the same way that Victor had when he first arrived. All of the publicly displayed affection was making Bella feel uncomfortable.
She and Lucas had spent a most incredible night together, but neither of them discussed it afterward. Earth-shattering sex did not equal a relationship. And his being there with her, amongst real couples was awkward.
“We’re gonna go,” Victoria announced.
Taylor stood and held out her arm for a hug. Victoria walked over and wrapped her arms around Taylor.
As they embraced, Taylor whispered, “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m glad I was there,” Victoria responded.
When the women separated, Taylor looked expectedly at Bella.
“Yeah, thanks,” Bella muttered.
“You’re welcome,” Victoria responded dryly, without looking at her.
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