“You think you’ve won, don’t you, girl?”

“Mr. Parish, I know you’re upset, but I love Luka.”

“I warned you to stay away from my son. You should have listened to me.”

“If you’ll just give me a chance, you’ll see. I’ll be a good wife to Luka, I promise. I love him. I will do everything I can to make sure he reaches every goal he has. I—”

“How’s he going to do that when you’re over there with your stomach growing more every day with that—?”

“He will be your grandson!” I argue, rushing to say the words before he can finish his sentence.

“He’ll be nothing. His blood is tainted by that white-trash family of yours. Luka tried to be a man and pay for his mistakes. He regrets it, though. He knows you probably spread your legs for every man coming and going. I bet you’d even give me pussy if I offered you enough money.”

“Mr. Parish,” I whisper, sick to my stomach at the vile, horrific things he says to me. “You’re Luka’s father…”

“Yeah, and that’s what girls like you want, right? Doesn’t matter the man, just how much money you can get. You’re just like your mother. I wonder if you fuck like her, too?”

“What? You can’t mean that—”

“What’s going on here?” Luka asks, coming in the front door. My words are frozen. My heart is beating a million miles per minute.

“Nothing, son. Petal here was just asking me if I could help you two move into a bigger home. She says this little apartment just won’t be big enough for all of you when the baby comes.”

“You did what?” Luka yells, and his face contorts with anger. I need to defend myself, but after months of this, I’m not sure I care. I’m not sure I want to anymore.

And what did Luka’s father mean about my mother?

* * *

Present:

Is Luka really kissing me? I mean, I’m in the middle of the kiss, and I’m not sure I believe it. His firm hold on me loosens, and then his hand moves under my dress. I should push him away. We were arguing. He was throwing the past back at me. This can never work. The reasons this kiss is a bad idea are innumerable, and I should really listen to the voice in my head telling me to pull away. When I feel his hand pull my leg up to his hip and his tongue slides over and over mine before pulling away enough to suck on my bottom lip—the voice of reason disappears.

His firm, thick fingers curl around the scanty lace of my red silk thong and pull on it. The thin fabric tears so easily. The cool night air hits my warmed, sensitive skin, and a chill runs through me. Luka pulls away just a step, and I think this is it—he’s come to his senses. I don’t know if I should be glad or curse him. I get the chance to do neither because in the next instant, he stretches my dress so that my breasts pops out. My nipples are already so hard, they’re painful. The cold air blasts against them, taking the pain up a notch. There’s something so dirty and forbidden about having my pussy and breasts exposed outside in the night air. That’s the last thought I have right before Luka’s lips grab hold of my nipple, sucking so hard it pushes into the roof of his mouth. I thrust my fingers in his hair almost violently, as I feel his fingers slide inside of me. It’s been so long… so fucking long since he’s touched me—since anyone has touched me. I cry out at the intrusion, but not from pain. No—not at all. It’s because it feels so good.

“Goddamn Lo’, you’re so fucking wet. You’re dying to be fucked,” Luka growls around my breast. I dig my nails into his scalp and try to force his mouth back on my breast, all while thrusting my hips against him trying to get his fingers deeper. I don’t argue with him. It would be useless to try, and he’s not wrong: I do want him to fuck me. My body has missed him almost as much as my heart has.

“Luka, please…” I beg, beyond thinking of anything other than his fingers pushing deep inside of me. My eyes close and my head goes back as he lifts me against the hood of his squad car.

“Fuck, honey. I’ve got you, Lo’. I’ve got you,” he groans. I look at him in shock. My heels click against the grill of the car as I feel his tongue slide against the lips of my pussy.

“Luka, we shouldn’t…” I gasp, panicking, looking around. It’s a quiet road, but we’re still out in the open. The shock begins bringing me out of the sexual haze I’ve been in. In response, Luka’s fingers dig into my hips as he holds me for his pleasure.

“You’re coming on my tongue, Lo’,” he snarls, not giving me a choice. His tongue flattens out on the sensitive lips of my pussy. I can feel his tongue slide into my entrance, curling inside a second before one of his fingers joins, and he fucks me with both. Then his tongue moves up my pussy and centers in on the swollen clit. He flicks against it, almost spanking me with his tongue, and then sucks it into his mouth at the same time two of his fingers thrust deeply inside of me. He fucks me like that over and over, never letting go of my clit. My body begins trembling as I feel my climax begin to overtake me.

“I’m coming!” I scream just before I fall over the edge. I feel my cum flood through me, bathing his fingers and his tongue, and he eats at my pussy, licking it all up and drinking it down. The entire time, he’s still continuously fucking me with his fingers.

It’s beautiful, it’s amazing, and fucking hot… and yet it’s not enough. I want him. I want Luka buried deep inside of me.