I hear the door open downstairs and know that Lukas has returned home. My heart lodges itself in my throat as I scramble to power down and stash my phone. I know it’s wrong to hide things from Lukas like this, but he isn’t exactly being open with me these days. I settle down onto the bed and wait as Lukas makes his way slowly up the stairs. I pull my features into a smile for his benefit, but the expression fades away as he comes into the bedroom. His face is clouded over, his whole self consumed by conflict.
“Lukas,” I say, going to him, “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
“I don’t see ghosts,” he says, with a dark laugh, “I just make them.”
“Do you need anything? Coffee, or—?”
“Hannah,” he says, grabbing my the elbow. “Come. Sit.”
He pulls me onto the bed with him, but for a moment keeps me hanging in utter silence. I stare at his impossibly beautiful face in profile, and feel a cold stab of worry twist in my gut. I don’t like the look on his face one bit. Suddenly, I no longer want to hear anything he has to say. I’d rather be ignorant than know that dark truth that’s lurking inside of him.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been closed off,” he tells me, looking straight ahead, “I’m not used to having someone around who knows about my...work. It’s not exactly an easy adjustment to make, accounting for another person, all of a sudden.”
“I know,” I tell him, “It’s OK. I under—”
“Let me finish!” he barks. The authority in his voice silences me instantly. Lukas barrels on, his words ripping from his throat. “There’s a chance, a good chance, that I’ve fucked up, Hannah. You might be in danger. I never expected the edges of our worlds to collide, but...I’m afraid that I haven’t been as diligent in choosing my assignments as I might have been.”
“Lukas, what are you talking about?” I ask softly. I can practically hear the inevitable rush of terrible clarity bearing down on us. Whatever it is he has to say, suddenly I don’t want to hear.
“Sloan’s brother, Bill. He was my latest target.”
“Wh-what?”
“I was hired to kill Bill Jackson. He was a child pornographer and a pedophile, among countless other things I’m sure. He was a terrible person.”
“I know...”
“I took the assignment, not knowing about his link to your own past. I should have thought to make sure. Like I said, this whole having-another-person-around thing...I’m not used to it. I don’t know how to incorporate you into this insane life of mine and still keep you safe.”
“I’ve never felt safer than I do with you,” I tell him.
“But it’s not true,” he growls, “You’re a thousand times more vulnerable when you’re with me. I never even thought about your safety, Hannah. Not once as I was dragging you into all this. Do you have any idea how many dangerous men I’ve killed? How many enemies I have? The number would baffle you. After what happened with my family, I don’t know what I was thinking, involving you in all this. I just knew that I wanted you to stay, and I never even gave a second thought to what that might mean for you. I’ve been selfish. Cruel. Unforgivably stupid.”
“Stop it,” I beg, turning Lukas’s face to mine, “Stop saying all of this! You’re starting to scare me.”
“Good!” Lukas roars, grabbing my wrists and yanking them painfully away, “You should be scared! Anyone who gets close to me should be scared. What do you think will happen if Bill’s family finds out that I’m responsible for his death? Do you think that insane ex of yours is going to forgive you for having anything to do with me? He’ll hurt you, Hannah. He might even kill you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you because of me. I’d refuse to live any longer, if you were hurt.”
“He’s not going to find out,” I say, my voice heavy with tears, “There’s no way! You never leave any evidence, you told me yourself. There’s no way—”
“There was a witness,” Lukas says, his teeth gritted.
“...Oh,” I breathe, as the air leaves the room.
“Billy’s little plaything was there, when I killed him. She’ll do everything she can to make my identity known. She’s seen my build, and heard my voice, Hannah. And it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to become suspicious of me, living the way I do. I haven’t been careful. I’ve been reckless. And now, your life may be in danger. That is unacceptable to me.”
“So...What?” I say, pulling myself onto my knees beside him, “What does all of this mean, Lukas? For us?”
“It means...that there shouldn’t be an us,” Lukas says, dropping his head between his shoulders. For a moment, I can’t do more than simply stare at him. “I want to give you the choice, Hannah. I want you to know the score. If you want to walk away from me, to go back to your old life away from all of this madness, then you should go. I won’t hold it against you, and I won’t try to stop you.”
“You want me to leave?” I ask, my voice soft.
“I want you to be safe,” Lukas replies.
“That’s not what I asked,” I insist, tears streaming down my face. “You can’t make me decide on my own, Lukas. That’s not fair. I can’t shoulder this decision on my own! I’m through making choices just for me. I thought that we were in this together? I thought we were going to be partners. Friends. Equals, for Christ’s sake. So don’t go putting this all on me, just answer me honestly. Do you want me to leave?”
Lukas swings his gaze my way for the first time. His eyes are raw, and full of anguish. “No,” he says quietly, “I want you by my side. But—”
“Forget ‘but’,” I tell him, taking his big, strong hands in mine. “That’s all I need to know, Lukas. That you want me here. With you.”
“What about the rest of your life? Your old life?” Lukas asks, searching my face. “What about your job, and your friends? What about your home?”
“I’ll miss all of that,” I tell him, “But the truth is, I was just marking time before I met you. Finding this job, getting to know you...I feel like I’ve come alive for the first time in my life, Lukas. I could never go back to my job at the hospital, now. Everything would feel like it was playing out in black and white. But this life you’ve shown me? Lukas, I want to stay here, whatever that means. I know that it’s going to be dangerous, but I’m ready. I’ve given up on hoping for a normal, boring life. That’s just never going to happen for me. Whatever happens, I want to stay with you. I meant to be here, right by your side, for as long as you’ll have me.”
Lukas runs his hand through my short blonde hair, his eyes blazing with impossible hope. “Are you sure?” he asks, “Hannah, is this truly what you want?”
“Yes,” I breathe, placing my hands on his chest, “This is all I want.”
“How can I possibly be worth it?” he asks, shaking his head in wonder.
“Are you kidding?” I laugh, “You’re the only person that is. That will ever be.”
“Well...right back at you,” he chuckles, the sound of his laughter softening the impossible tension that’s built up all around us.
“Do you really think we’re in danger?” I ask, “Do you think that the Jacksons are going to find out that it was you who killed Billy?”
“I have no idea,” Lukas says, pulling me tightly against him, “But I don’t want to be caught off guard if they decide to retaliate. They’ve got family in the government, don’t they?”
“Tons,” I tell him.
“I’m sure that Sloan’s already been able to find out plenty about me, since he learned that you were here. God knows if he’s been able to put the pieces together for himself.”
“I wish I could say that he was a dumb thug we didn’t have to worry about,” I sigh, “But it’s just not true. He’s evil, Sloan is, but he’s not stupid.”
“I was afraid of that,” Lukas says. “Things might get ugly for us around here, Hannah. I promise that I won’t keep anything else from you. But you have to promise not to keep
anything from me either.”
“Of course,” I say swallowing hard, “There is...Well. Sloan’s still trying to get in touch with me. I think he’s in a state, since Bill...”
“Right,” Lukas sighs. “Jesus, could this be happening at a worse time?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I don’t exactly feel much like attending a gala tonight, is all,” Lukas laughs. “But I’m the keynote speaker, as it were. And the son. And the heir. There’s not much I can do to wiggle out of it.”
“I don’t suppose there is,” I smile, “But at least you’ll have a very well-dressed date to see you through it. Right?”
“Right,” Lukas says, “How could I forget? You’re going to look amazing tonight.”
“I intend to try,” I tell him, “No promises though.”
“You always look amazing, Hannah,” Lukas tells me, bringing his lips to my throat, “I’m just worried that I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, once you slip into that gown.”
“You could always...get it out of your system now,” I tell him, swinging my leg around and straddling him on the bed.”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” he groans, grinding his stiffening cock against me, “My need for you is inexhaustible. No matter how many times I have you, Hannah, I just want more and more.”
“How convenient,” I gasp, as Lukas’s lips brush against the exposed skin of my breasts, “Because I’m insatiable for you, too.”
“That is convenient,” he grins, and pushes down the front of my shirt. My tits spill out of my top as I rub against Lukas’s growing erection. That familiar pressure begins to smolder in my core, and I know that it won’t be abated unless I can have Lukas right this instant. My need for him amplified by the uncertainly of our future only just resolved moments ago.
His lips close around my hard nipple, sucking at me with eager, furious need. There’s an intensity to his movement that takes me by surprise. I feel my heart tighten painfully as I realize that he wants to fuck me like it might be the last time. And the really terrifying this is...it could be. If that’s the case, then I want to enjoy every second of it as much as I possibly can.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper in his ear, as his pinches my nipple firmly between his fingers. Little tendrils of pain dance along my nerves at his sharp touch. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Lukas trails his fingers down between my breasts, over the soft delicate skin of my torso. “Whatever I want?” he growls.
I nod my head, dizzy with anticipation. “Anything.”
Before the word has even parted from my lips, Lukas has plucked me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me in quick strides across the room and spins me away from him. My hands catch my fall, slamming against the closed bedroom door. I gasp as I feel Lukas’s endlessly powerful body behind me. Groaning, wet with wanting him, I lean against the door as his thick arm wraps around my waist. I feel him tug the shorts and panties down over my round ass, hear the impatient snap of his belt unbuckling. I moan as Lukas’s hand reaches between my legs, his fingers sliding effortlessly into my pussy.
“Jesus, you’re soaking wet...” he rasps, holding my wrists above my head with his free hand. “You like it when show you what I want, don’t you? You like it when I take control of you.”
“I love it,” I say, my words tight with anticipation. “I love giving myself over to you, Lukas.”
“That’s good,” he says, “Because I expect you to. I expect you to follow my lead. To go wherever I follow.”
“Oh my God...” I groan, as the swollen tip of Lukas’s cock brushes against my firm ass. He lets his member rub against my flesh, the head of his dick pressing up against the tight circle of my anus. “Lukas...” I gasp, “Are you—?”
“Not yet,” he tells me, nipping at the shell of my ear, “You’re not ready for that, yet. I’ll take you that way someday, Hannah. Make no mistake. But only when I know that you can take me. You do want me take you that way, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes,” I groan, “You have no idea.”
“I love this wicked streak of yours,” Lukas says, letting his cock brush against the slickness between my legs.
I arch my back against him, raising myself onto my toes. Lukas rests the tip of his manhood against the throbbing, needy entrance of my pussy. Slowly, inch by glorious inch, he pushes himself inside of me. He’s taking it slow on purpose, trying to drive me out of my goddamn mind. And it’s working. I clench around his incredible length, pressing back against him. I can feel him parting me, spreading me open little by little. It feels amazing.
A cry of surprise escapes my throat as Lukas draws himself back and slams into me, sending his cock straight into that tender place at my very core. My knees nearly buckle under the force of his thrusting advances. Lukas pushes me up against the door and pounds his mighty, rock hard cock up into my eager body. I press my cheek against the cool surface, reveling in the feel of him, working deeper and deeper inside of me. He’s got me pinned to the back of the door, and I’m sure I’d crumple to the ground if he wasn’t holding me up. I’m speechless, powerless against the incredible sensation of Lukas Roth pummeling me with his gorgeous cock.
Drunk on the feel of him, I let out an ecstatic cry. The sound bounces around the small room, echoing all around us. I can practically feel Lukas growing longer and harder inside of me. He loves making me scream, after all.
Air rushes past my ears, and I feel myself tumbling in a controlled fall down to the hardwood floor. Lukas lowers me onto the ground, his cock still nestled deep inside of my body. I scramble onto all fours, thrusting my ass up into the air for Lukas to take a good look at. I feel him kneel behind me, draw his cock out until just the very tip still rests within my body.
“You like being able to see yourself going into me, don’t you?” I ask, looking over my shoulder, “You love watching your cock slide into my pussy, little by little.”
“Watch that sailor’s tongue of yours,” Lukas growls, his accent thickened by lust. “Or I might just have to bite it off.”
I gasp as he pushes himself deep into me, his cock ramming against my G spot. I’ve never felt him deeper than he is right now. Lusty, throaty sounds are ripping from my throat as Lukas works deeper inside of me. I can feel myself spiraling out of control, racing toward climax with every passing second. Lukas’s hands tighten on my hips as he steadies himself. I can tell that he’s right on the edge. As he rears back, readying himself for a mighty thrust, I meet him—pressing back into his advance. The powerful connection sends us both reeling into a powerful orgasm.
I come against him, arching my back in delight. Lukas pulls out of me and sends an incredible spray of come all over my back. I writhe in joy as the thick warm spurts dash against my skin. I feel marked, possessed in the best way possible. I feel like I’m his—and I love the fact of it.
My head falls down between my shoulders as I lower myself onto my knees on the wooden floor. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Lukas gazing at me in wondering admiration. I wonder if he’s ever had such a willing participant to play with before me? Our gazes lock, and satisfied smiles spread across our faces.
Wordlessly, Lukas fetches a towel from the bathroom and returns to wipe the come from my back. I all but purr as he cleans me up, the gesture feeling as intimate as any fuck we’ve ever shared. He helps me to my feet and into the spotless bathroom.
We step into the shower together, lazily playing with each other as we clean up. The gala is only a few hours away, by now, and we each need to look our best. Our company has become comfortable and easy in a way I never could have imagined when I sat across from Lukas in that interview. Jesus, that seems like a lifetime ago, now. In a way, I suppose it was. After all, this time I’ve stumbled into is so far removed from my normal, average life that I might as well be an entirely new person.
But I don’t mind leaving my old self behind if it means creating myself anew with
Lukas. The person I am when I’m with him is the person that I want to be, forever. No matter how dangerous and risky being with Lukas happens to be, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
-Lukas-
The grounds of the estate are absolutely crawling with people by the time Hannah and I emerge from the annex. I’m hardly surprised by the hoards of admirers that have flocked to the house in Mother’s honor. In her younger years, Gertrude Roth was far from a wilting wall flower. As soon as she arrived in the states as a young woman, she started establishing herself as an unrivaled social delight. I’m still amazed that she and my father, a reserved and austere man, managed to get along as well as they did. I suppose she did enough talking for the both of them, and that was exactly how he wanted it.
“Holy crap,” Hannah whispers, closing the red annex door behind her, “How many people are going to be here tonight?”
“A hundred, at least,” I tell her, letting my eyes linger on her for a spell. As I suspected, Hannah looks absolutely ravishing tonight. The long sapphire gown that I picked out for her hugs her breasts, hips, and ass in just the right way. The neckline of the gown scoops low, showing off just the perfect amount of cleavage, and the dress itself is backless. The back skims right down to just above her ass, leaving very little to the imagination. And what little it does leave, I’ve already seen for myself.
Her hair is piled up into an amazing swirl of curls, pinned up to reveal her long neck. The makeup she’s applied is flawless and subtle, and the diamond studs that sparkle at her ears add just the right amount of glamour to her impeccable ensemble. I doubt that a single person in attendance will doubt that she belongs here, among the richest, most powerful people in the area.
Of course, even as her plainclothes self, she is just as good and worthy as anyone here tonight. Though I’ve had money my entire life, I’ve never held the false opinion that wealth and worth are the same thing. Hannah is a far better person than any of the fat cats I’ve met in my life, and I’d rather spend time with her than with any vapid socialite. She looks the part of the wealthy young woman, to be sure, but I know that she has far more going for her than the balance of her bank account. And that’s more than most of the people here can say.
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