by Hamel, B. B.
Still, I wanted to make it right. I wanted to taste her again, and that wasn’t happening unless I owned up to my errors.
I grumbled to myself as I walked into the house, trying to figure out how I could win her back over without actually saying sorry.
Because I wasn’t really sorry. Her dumbass whore of a mother was threatening to fuck everything up already. I had known it was only a matter of time before Camille blew up, but I had hoped that was at least a few months away. Back when I didn’t know Camille or Natalie, I almost was rooting for her to fuck up, if only to rub my father’s stupid mistake in his face.
But suddenly I found myself caring. Natalie did that to me.
And so I had an idea. Simple, but hopefully effective. I headed toward the kitchen to make it happen.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Natalie
I was ready to call it a night. I’d spent the day wandering around the grounds, and I was prepared to simply admit to myself that I was going to be doing absolutely nothing all day.
I had my hand on my room’s door when I got the text. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw Lucas’s name and his short message. Come to room 34-C. I have something for you. That was it, no context.
I bit my lip, unsure. I was still annoyed with him, but in the long run it really wasn’t something worth hating him over forever. And besides, I still felt so drawn to him, even through the danger.
Louisa’s words rang through my ears as well. I needed to take what I wanted.
Making up my mind, I turned and headed back down the hall.
It took me longer than I’d like to admit to actually find the room. It was a small door tucked into a back corner of a random hallway on the third floor. It looked totally normal, pretty much like everything else in the house, and I wondered why Lucas was calling me there.
Maybe his father would be waiting on the other side. He’d force me to tell Arturo the truth about my mother, and then they’d both throw us out.
Or maybe he just wanted to be an asshole some more and figured a neutral place was the best way to go about it.
I didn’t know why my brain instantly went to worst-case scenarios. I’d been out of it all day, and my paranoia wasn’t helping.
Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door with my card and pushed it open.
What I saw took my breath away.
The room had paintings on every inch of the walls. Beautiful paintings, gorgeous, expensive art. It was a lot like the stuff hung in the halls, but I recognized some of them for once, stuff by Picasso and Renoir. Expensive, serious art.
But that wasn’t what caught my attention. The room was lit by hundreds of white candles, each set on every single surface of the room. Then, in the very center was a small table set as if it were some expensive, fancy restaurant.
“What do you think?”
I looked over to my right and saw Lucas standing there with a drink in his hand.
“Did you do this?” I asked.
“I had help.”
I took a step inside. “Is this an apology?” I asked.
“It’s something like that.”
I frowned. “Lucas.”
“Wait,” he said, holding up a hand. “Before you tell me off, listen. I won’t apologize for what I said, but I understand your reaction. You want me to respect your family as I want you to respect mine.”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
He walked toward me. “I want you to know that I respect you, Natalie. I respect you very much.”
“Then apologize.”
“No.” He stopped near me, and I could feel my heart pounding.
“Don’t be stubborn,” I said.
“I can’t apologize for speaking the truth,” he answered. “But I’m hoping you can understand that.”
I took a deep breath. Did I really need to hear the words from him? I looked around the room and knew that I didn’t.
Lucas wasn’t the type of man to do this sort of grand gesture for someone. That much was obvious. He was gruff and intense, and it didn’t seem like romance was something he ever even considered.
And yet he had put all this together for me simply because I had felt disrespected. He understood why I was angry and was taking steps to try to fix it.
“Fine” I said, smiling. “Okay. I get it.”
“Good.” He pulled me against him and kissed me hard.
I felt a rush of blood to my head as he held me and kissed me.
I knew I needed to take what I wanted.
And in that moment, I wanted him. I was so full of stress, so pent up and frustrated, that I needed him.
Without thinking, I reached down and felt his cock with my hand. He grunted his surprise, but I could feel that he was hard already.
“Hard from one kiss,” I whispered.
“You have that effect on me,” he admitted.
I began to stroke him. “I want you to fuck me, Lucas.”
He took my hair and pulled me close. “Say please,” he whispered in my ear.
“Please fuck me, Lucas,” I said, stroking his hard cock. “Please fuck my pussy hard. Make me come again.”
He grabbed me by the hips and steered me away from the candles. There was another door in the back wall. He quickly pushed it open and led me into another room filled with paintings, though this one didn’t have any open flames. Dimly I realized that this whole wing was probably one long gallery.
He pressed me against a wall, banging against a painting. He wasted no time in pulling my shirt over my head and kissing my neck. I continued to stroke him, working his cock, wanting him so badly, needing him.
I quickly unbuttoned his pants, yanking his zipper down. I dropped to my knees, pulling his pants down around his ankles. I reached up and pulled down his boxer briefs, taking his thick, hard cock in my hand.
“I like this new aggressive Natalie,” he grunted as I pressed his cock between my lips.
I began to work him, sucking his tip in and out of my mouth, tasting his salty skin, loving the way he grunted.
“Suck that cock, Natalie,” he said. “Fuck yes. You really are a dirty girl for me, aren’t you?”
I kept working him, and he pressed his hands to the back of my head, moving his cock deep between my lips, deep into my throat. He groaned loudly as I sucked him, jerking him off, working his cock.
I was starving for him, in a frenzy. I needed it, needed him ready. I could feel my pussy dripping wet, ruining my panties, but it didn’t matter. All I needed was him inside me.
“Suck me dry,” he groaned. “Work that cock.”
I kept moving, my head bobbing, taking his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him as I sucked him, loving the expression of pure hunger on his face.
After another minute, he moved his hips back and reached down to lift me to my feet.
He quickly tore off what was left of my clothes. He unhooked my bra, yanked off my jeans, and spun me around. I put my hand up on the wall as he kicked my legs apart.
“You want this, don’t you?” he said.
“Fuck, please,” I said. The thrill was pounding through my veins. I was afraid I was going to come the second he entered me.
He reached forward and began to tease my soaked pussy with his fingers. His other hand slapped my ass.
“I love this body,” he said. “Your pussy is like fucking fire, you know that?”
“God I need to feel you inside me,” I said, writhing against his hands, pleasure flooding my mind.
He moved back and grabbed something from his pants. I looked back and watched him tear open a condom wrapper and slowly slide the condom down along his thick cock.
He grabbed my hips, pushing himself against me. I felt his breath hot on my neck. I could barely think as I ground my body against him, begging for his cock, needing his cock more than anything.
“You’re mine, Natalie,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re my wife. Your body is mine to do with as I please.”
“Yes. Please.
I’m yours.”
And then he pressed his cock deep between my legs.
I threw my head back, releasing a long, low moan.
It was exactly what I wanted and needed. Pleasure exploded through my mind as he began to fuck me in slow and amazing thrusts, deep in and deep out.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, Lucas. Keep fucking me.”
“I love the feel of this tight cunt,” he whispered in my ear.
“Fuck me rough,” I begged. “Make me come.”
I felt his thrusts get deeper, more insistent. He slapped my ass, hard, and it only made my hips rock back against him, working his cock inside me. I kept my hands pressed on the wall as he fucked me, slamming his cock deep inside me.
His hands were strong on my hips. He reached up, feeling my breasts, my clit, pulling my hair. He ravaged me, fucked me rough, hard, deep. It was what I needed, what I’d been thinking about all day long.
“Lucas,” I said, over and over. “Fuck me, Lucas.”
“Every inch of this cunt is mine,” he said. “I want to feel you come on this cock. I want you to scream my name while you come.”
He kept working my pussy, fucking me deep, and his hand moved around to rub my clit.
It was too much. I was on the edge before, and his savage, powerful thrusts mixed with his fingers on my clit shoved me over the edge.
“Lucas,” I said loudly. “Oh fuck. Oh, Lucas.” I came loudly, saying his name again and again as he fucked me, my body sweating, my skin his, everything his.
He continued to work me insistently, and although my orgasm had passed, I could tell he was working himself up. He was close as he slammed into me, but I wanted one last thing.
I moved forward, slipping him out of me, and then dropped to my knees. He looked surprised as I pulled off his condom and began to suck his cock like I’d never done it before. I sucked him hard and fast, his big dick filling my mouth, and I knew that the surprise of it was what pushed him over.
He came in my mouth hard. I swallow every single drop of his cum, savoring it, loving that I could surprise him and get him off like that.
“Oh fuck, Natalie,” he groaned as the orgasm slowly faded. “Holy shit, girl.”
I licked him clean and smiled up at him. “Did you like that?”
He growled and lifted me up, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me savagely.
Slowly the kiss ended, and I smiled at him, my head spinning, our naked, sweating bodies pressed together. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said to him.
“You drive me insane,” he whispered.
He held me like that for a while, kissing me softly, whispering in my ear.
Eventually, we got dressed.
“Might as well enjoy this meal,” he said.
“I forgot about that,” I said, laughing.
“Right. There’s a room full of candles in there. Figured I couldn’t do this to you there or else I’d burn down the building.”
“A very smart call.”
We laughed together and went back into the other room.
It felt right as we sat down. Lucas sent a text, and a few minutes later, a staff member arrived with our meal.
We ate, talked, laughed and laughed. It felt good, right, to sit there and eat with him. My whole brain was on fire from the orgasm still, and I felt incredible.
He was incredible. He was driving me wild. Even after that intense and vigorous sex, I still found myself wanting more, and I realized I might never get my fill of him.
He was all the surprise I needed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Lucas
It was late by the time we finished dinner.
I’d never done something like that for a woman before. Normally I never took it past a single night, but with Natalie it was different. She made my blood boil, made me crazy, made me want to do things I’d never done before. Except apologize, of course. Maybe that was just my pride, though.
We walked out of the gallery room. I trusted that the staff would extinguish all those candles before they set a few million dollars worth of art on fire.
“Still mad?” I asked her as we headed back together to my room.
“A little bit,” she said, smiling.
“Good. Take it out on me in a few minutes.”
She pressed herself against me and kissed me. “I can handle that.”
“I’m not sure you can,” I said. “You’re trying, but I don’t think you can handle how much I want to make you come.”
“You’re all talk,” she said, kissing me again. “But I want to see you back it up.”
I smacked her ass as she walked away from me, grinning to myself. My cock was hard already, and I couldn’t wait to show her exactly what I meant.
The whole night had been exciting, starting with the rough, incredible sex surrounded by priceless art and finishing with a long, comfortable dinner. I could feel myself slipping. I was falling into something I couldn’t quite explain, something I had never experienced before. Watching her look back over her shoulder and smile at me made my stomach do flips. I wanted to take her right there in the hallway and make her feel things she had never imagined before.
“Sir?”
I glanced over to my left and Natalie stopped walking. A staff member was looking at me.
“Yes?”
“Sir, your father requests your presence in his study.”
I sighed. “What the hell does he want at this hour?”
“I’m sorry, sir, he didn’t say. But he seemed very agitated.”
I paused and glanced at Natalie. I could see what she was thinking clearly on her face: Arturo knew about the two of us.
And I was thinking the same thing. He was bound to find out eventually. Our marriage record was public and we weren’t doing a good job hiding what we were up to. I had hoped we had more time to figure out what we were doing before Arturo got involved, but maybe that time was up.
“Okay,” I said to the man. “I’ll be there soon.”
He nodded and walked off.
Natalie came over to me, frowning. “What does he want so late?”
“It’s probably nothing,” I said, smiling at her, covering up my worry. “Probably a business thing.”
She nodded uncertainly. “I’m sure you guys do this sort of thing late at night all the time in your line of work.”
“Crime is a twenty-four hour business.”
She laughed softly. “Come to my room when you’re done.”
“Okay. I will.”
She kissed me quickly and I watched as she walked off back down the hall.
Damn Arturo. I had been going to be cock deep in Natalie’s pussy, and now I was going to have to sit around in my father’s study and listen to him complain about some inane bullshit.
I headed off, walking through the familiar old hallways. I eventually stopped outside his study and took a deep breath.
I wasn’t sure I was prepared for what was gong to happen inside. I had no clue how Arturo was going to react to finding out that I had married my stepsister. I expected him to be angry, but how angry was the real question. Maybe I was going to have to get violent, possibly wrestle control of the mob out from under him. Or he was going to order me to divorce her, and that would be that.
I knocked hard.
“Come in,” I heard him yell.
I pushed inside. “You summoned me?” I said.
“Sit.”
He had a half-empty bottle of scotch sitting on his desk, which he promptly poured into an unused glass for me. He topped himself off and took a healthy swig.
“What’s this about, Father?” I asked, sipping my own scotch.
It was the cheap stuff. That was a bad sign.
“I found something out an hour ago,” he said, sounding sad. “Something that angers me and saddens me.”
I frowned, sipping my drink again. I savored the burn of the liquid as it rushed down into my stomach.
“What’s happening?” I ask
ed.
“Security tape showed me the truth.” He looked over toward his window, out at the ink-black yard. “I saw everything, Lucas. Everything. Do you know how betrayed I feel?”
I opened my mouth and then shut it. I simply shook my head, remaining silent. I didn’t know where he was going with this, and frankly I felt nervous. He seemed more sad than angry, though that was probably because of the alcohol.
“I am a fool, you know? A fool for trusting those around me. I am always betrayed in the worst ways.”
So it was true. He had found out. My heart was racing.
“I can explain,” I said slowly.
He looked at me sharply. “You knew about this?”
I was taken aback. “About what?” I asked.
“About my whore wife,” he spat angrily. “She’s been cheating on me, Lucas, fucking some lowly driver.”
I stared at him, open-mouthed.
He didn’t know about me and Natalie. He had found out about Camille and Franklin.
Which, in some ways, was much, much worse.
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“Nobody can,” he said mournfully, drinking his scotch. Clearly he had already forgotten my slipup. “I was in love, Lucas. Love blinds us to the faults of other. I never saw this, never imagined this, but I could have.” He slammed his glass down, sloshing the liquid over his desk.
“What is going to be done?” I asked.
He glared at me. “That’s why you’re here. I want you to find this driver and shoot him in the skull.”
I nodded. “What about Camille?”
“I will send people for her when I am ready. Her and her daughter will be held until I can decide what to do with them.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Her daughter too?”
“Both of the fucking harlots will pay for this,” he said violently.
“Natalie is innocent, completely unlike her mother. Let the girl go. I will take care of Camille.”
He stared at me. “Have you grown fond of your whore stepsister?”
“I’m just not in the business of punishing the innocent,” I said.
“Too fucking bad.” He finished off what was left of his scotch. “Kill the driver. I will take care of the women.”