Chapter Four
Lucas wanted her to forget about her fears and to only focus on the here and now. She didn’t need to worry about her safety. She had him, and now he had her.
Removing his jacket and his guns, he stared at her, adjusting his cuffs.
Her hands were fisted at her sides.
“I’ve already taken your panties from you.”
The red fabric lay at the floor near her feet.
“You’re my woman, Kate. I’m the first man that claimed you, and I’ll be the last man inside you.”
He folded his arms, waiting.
Seconds passed, and she finally began to unbutton her shirt. The black shirt looked sexy especially as she revealed her matching red bra beneath.
He’d noticed many months ago that she loved sexy lingerie. They were her one weakness, and he didn’t have a problem with that.
She had to get used to him tearing them from her body though. He didn’t like anything getting in his way, especially panties.
His cock hardened as the shirt fell to the floor. She didn’t immediately go for the bra. Her fingers played with the band around her waist, and the skirt dropped to the floor, showcasing her rounded stomach and thick thighs.
He’d not had those thighs wrapped around his waist enough, and he wanted them again.
She reached behind her, unsnapping the catch of her bra.
His woman stood before him completely naked, and she looked breathtaking. He saw the real Kate that no one got to see. She never hid from him. Her smiles were his and his alone.
He lowered himself down into one of the seats directly in front of the bare coffee table.
He liked wooden tables as he always felt the glass ones were way too dangerous. “I want you to lie on this table, and spread your thighs for me.”
“Lucas?”
“Trust me, Kate. I’ll never hurt you, and I certainly won’t bring any harm to you.”
She nodded, and stepped forward. He watched her glorious tits bounce with every single step she took, and just the sight of her made him want to put her down on the bed and fuck her hard.
He didn’t though.
She sat down on the table and lay back a little awkwardly, her thighs still very close together.
Leaning forward, he captured her knees—he was that close.
He stared into her eyes, as she’d risen up on her elbows, and she didn’t fight him as he began to spread her legs. He didn’t look down at her until he was sure she was ready for that.
With her legs open, her tits rising and falling, and the glaze of desire in her eyes, Lucas looked his fill of her body.
Her stomach quivered, and he sat back in his chair, admiring her.
The lips of her pussy were soaked with her cream, and he liked her response to him, always aroused.
He intended to keep it that way.
“Touch your pussy.”
“What?”
“I want you to touch your pussy. I want you to pleasure yourself as I’m watching you.”
Resting his head on his hand, he waited. One of her hands moved down, teasing through her fine hair before sliding through her slit.
The lips of her pussy opened, and he caught a glimpse of her clit. She stroked her pussy, touching herself, learning her body, and he relished every second of it.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“A little strange.”
“Know what your body likes, Kate. Touch your clit, stroke it, move down, fill your pussy with a finger.” She did as he asked, and he groaned this time.
Unable to resist joining in, he eased his cock out of the tight confines of the pants he wore. His tip was already glistening with pre-cum. Rubbing his cock, getting it slick with his own lubrication, he watched her explore her pussy. Her touch started out unsure, and finally changed, getting more confident as she learned for herself what she liked.
He didn’t want his woman to ever be without the means of touching herself. He wanted to hear her cry out, stroking her pussy when he demanded, giving herself pleasure.
“You look so fucking sexy. Does it feel good, baby?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I want you to come, Kate. I want you to come while I watch you.”
He worked his cock from the root down then up, pulling back his foreskin as more pre-cum leaked out.
He was watching her. Kate had lifted her feet so that they were on the edge of the table, and it opened her up. He got to see the perfect puckered anus, the tight cunt, and her arousal had plumped up her lips, leaving them a little open. His mouth watered for a taste of her juicy flesh, but he held back.
He wanted her to be able to do this for herself, and of course, he just loved to fucking watch.
He wished he had a camera on her so that he could keep going back and watching the beauty of her.
“Lucas,” she said, her voice a moan as her orgasm started. He watched her cunt pulsing as she came, crying out his name. She rode her fingers against her clit, desperate for more.
She shook with it, and seeing her arousal spurred on his own. Moving between her thighs, he spilled his orgasm across her stomach and pussy.
When they both came down from their release, Kate ran a finger through his cum. He watched as she placed it against her tongue and smiled.
“You don’t taste so bad either.”
His woman was messing with fire, and she needed to be careful that she didn’t get burned.
****
After a nice long bath, Kate lay on her stomach, leaning over the bed as she picked up a different carton of Chinese food. Lucas had ordered for it to be delivered for a certain time, and whoever he called got it exactly right.
She loved food, all the time.
Her managers and agents … didn’t like that. Chinese food, fried food, most of it was off the menu unless she made a point of going out in public. Then they tried to control everything for image’s sake. She hated that.
This was her first night in seven years when she wasn’t in their company. When they weren’t telling her repeatedly what she’d done right, what she’d gotten wrong, and everything in between.
“I love that smile on your lips. Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Lucas said with a smile of his own.
“It’s silly.”
“Tell me.”
“I love Chinese food, and I was just thinking that this is the first night in seven years I’ve been able to enjoy it. No one would order it in for me, so I had to forgo the pleasure.”
“No one would give you Chinese food?” he asked.
“Nope. They already had an issue with my clothes size, so I tried not to push my luck unless my cravings for something naughty came.” She shrugged. “I’m loving this newfound freedom.”
“You’ve never been alone really? Have you?”
“Unless I’m going to bed. Otherwise they’re going over songs, talking about contracts, public appearances, what I should wear. I’ve even got someone who dresses me. They got tired of me always in jeans and a shirt.” She shrugged. “I’m just a regular girl, you know. Most of the time it makes me uncomfortable going shopping. I don’t need a pair of jeans that cost thousands of dollars.”
“I thought you were going to be a spoiled brat when I first got the call.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?”
“A lot of the time in my experience, people are not who they seem. They act, they put on a front of what people like to see, but that doesn’t mean it’s real. You came from nowhere, and most of your singles have gone to number one. You’re a darling, and I guess I thought it was all a fake. Within a week, I saw that for the first time ever I’d been completely wrong about you.”
“Yeah, I should think so as well.” She winked at him. “I’ve met some stars that are all smiles for the cameras, kissing their fans, and then they’re completely different behind closed doors. I’ve always been told to keep up the façade. If anyone asks about someone, I’m to comment they’re totally darling and amazing.” She batted her eyelashes, smiling as she spoke. “Most of the time I just keep to myself. It’s not worth the hassle.”
He nodded.
“You were expecting a bitch?”
“Yep. I took the case because I found it interesting. You’re a well-known name, and of course you’re known for being nice. I watched the footage, and I can’t see anyone there that would hurt you.”
At the mention of the footage, which she’d seen many times herself, she grew aware of the scar on her stomach. She didn’t touch it though. She knew it was there, waiting for her. The police had asked her if there had been any faces that stood out, and there hadn’t been. There had been a lot of people wearing hoodies, covering their heads and faces as well.
“The I met you in the hospital, and I realized that someone had to care for this woman, and not for the next story either.”
She swallowed her mouthful of noodles. “I was so scared. I don’t ever recall being so afraid in my life. I think at times it’s worse because I don’t know what I’ve done.”
“You’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve looked into your past and everyone around you. You’re loved, Kate.”
“Someone doesn’t.”
“Let me handle the detective work, okay?”
She took a deep breath. “You were in the army, right?”
“I was a Marine.”
“That’s a big deal, right?”
“Yes, it is. When my time was done, I set up my security firm. We employ ex-soldiers, Marines, people who served our country, and who I can rely on to protect others.”
She glanced down at his chest, seeing several scars. She’d also noticed on his back, mixed with his ink, were several scars that looked like they came from whips. Her curiosity was always getting the better of her, and she nibbled her lip, wanting to ask more than anything where they came from.
He touched his chest. “They came from a routine mission that went sour. Most of my team got out. Myself and a few men got taken. It wasn’t pretty.”
“They hurt you?”
“For the twenty-four hours that I was held against my will, they made sure they didn’t lose a second in making me realize for the meantime I was their bitch.” He grabbed her hand. “You don’t have to look sad. I made it out alive. My partner, he wasn’t so lucky. They made an example of him, killing him slowly, making me watch, and then stringing him up.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“My past is not a good one, Kate. When I got rescued, I vowed to find every single fucker that tortured my friend. I found them, one by one, and I took care of business.”
She breathed in. “Oh.”
“I’m not going to tell you every single story for every single scar. There’s too many to count. I’m a good man, Kate. I will protect you no matter what.”
“I have no doubt.” She reached out and stole one of his shrimp. He did the same with her noodles, making her giggle as he dropped them down his chin.
She was having a lot of fun.
The only problem was at the back of her mind, she was thinking about love. He’d protect her, but what about love? Could he love her?