She twisted her legs around his waist. “Where are we going?”
“I need a shower, and you’re going to join me.” He carried her into the bathroom and put her back on her feet as he grinned down at her. “Did you do what I asked?”
“Yes.” Chloe blushed, her cheeks burning red. “It wasn’t easy. I’ve never shaved myself bare before.”
He leaned down to her short stature, taking a bite of her lip. “Next time, I can help.”
Um, no. “That is never going to happen. Ever.”
“We’ll see.” He winked at her before he started shrugging out of his suit, setting his watch on the vanity. “Get undressed.”
A fire immediately started burning inside of her from his demand.
Her body obeyed, pulling the black clothes away from her skin. Then she stood there, vulnerable in front of him, as his dark eyes caressed her porcelain skin then to her cleanly shaven pussy. Chloe was able to see the pleasure he found just looking at her when his hardness grew.
The man before her hadn’t been satiated enough from the first time; that she knew. Tonight, her body, mind, and soul hoped to help satiate his hunger.
Lucca gave her a scary smile as he opened one of the vanity drawers and took out a bottle of mousse. Then he wet a cloth under the water.
Coming toward her, he then pulled her into the shower and urged her down onto the bench before kneeling in front of her.
She was confused that he hadn’t started the shower, and even more so when he revealed he also carried his lighter and a hair tie.
“Tie your hair back.”
Chloe pulled up her long mass of hair, securing it with the band.
“What are you doing?” she asked curiously when he made her lean back until her abdomen was more level.
Her question went unanswered as he sprayed the mousse into a small heart shape on her belly. Lucca then flicked his lighter open, weaving it between his fingers and causing the flame to dance.
“Do you trust me, darlin’?”
Staring at the mesmerizing flame, she answered with, “Always.”
“Stay still,” he ordered while he drew the flame close to the mousse.
Chloe’s mouth dropped open when the flame danced right above her skin, following the pattern of the mousse. It was somehow even more mesmerizing than watching the tricks he could do with his Zippo. She guessed this was how he felt when he would touch his fingers to the flame. All she could feel was a small tingle of warmth.
“Did you like it?” he asked as he drew the flame close again, lighting the same pattern once more. Except it burned out much quicker this time.
“Yes,” she breathed when the flames had disappeared.
Instead of lighting it back on fire, he took the damp cloth and wiped away the mousse. Then he drew an even bigger heart on her stomach with the mousse. The top curves of the heart were closer to her heavy breasts while the bottom point rested on her shaved pussy.
“Now do you trust me, darlin’?” His green eyes flashed while he spun the lighter through his fingers.
“Always,” she repeated the word without hesitation.
The flame drew closer, and she could already feel herself practically panting. When the heart-shaped pattern went up in flames, her head fell back, resting on the glass. She moaned as the flames licked between her thighs.
Holy fu—
Lucca kept it going, relighting the mousse over and over until it burned no more.
Her heart raced when Lucca wiped away the design, letting the cold, damp towel linger over her warmed skin. Then he turned the water on after he had moved the nozzle, waiting for it to warm before he put it back in its normal position.
Lucca’s impressive body stalked up to her. He brought his hand to her hair, releasing the hair tie and letting her hair wildly fall back down. Then he slid his hand down to one of her huge globes, wiping away a trickle of water that rested on her nipple with his thumb, making it peak.
“Do you still like it after I set you on fire?”
“Yes …” Her body became putty under his hands. “I’m not afraid of anything you do to me.”
“Darlin’ …” He twined a wet strand of her hair around his finger. “Those are dangerous words to use around me.” He tugged the dark strand down, forcing her head to lower and sending her a silent message.
Chloe’s gray eyes grew as she stared down at his enlarged cock.
“Are you sure you want to trust me? I never—”
“I’ll take my chances.”
Lucca groaned when she dropped to her knees and took his arousal into her hand, inexpertly stroking his length. He stared down at her with fierce eyes as she leaned in closer.
“You’re killing me, darlin’,” he told her, on the verge of a growl.
Biting her lip, she started to jerk away, but his grip on her hair stopped her.
“Don’t you dare stop.” The low growl finally escaped. “Open your mouth.”
She timidly opened her mouth and took him inside. It was the most beautiful thing imaginable, seeing she pleased him. You could tell Lucca thought the same thing as he looked down at her with intense eyes. It cleansed away the ugliness of his world, just like when he had first looked upon her scarred face, her face that mirrored the scars he had carried inside his heart for his mother.
Lucca started slow, giving her time to adjust before he couldn’t hold back and started pumping into her mouth faster. The feelings that arose inside of him were so intense that he had to jerk himself out of her mouth, afraid he would come.
The want and need to be inside of her was evident on his face when his hands went to her ass, lifting her up until he placed his arousal where he wanted it. Then, when he pushed her against the glass, soaring deep inside of her in one thrust, she screamed out, feeling on the edge of pleasure and pain.
“Lucca!”
Pounding into her, he didn’t hold anything back, giving her all of him.
The roughness and ferocity of him scared her, but only a little, as she allowed the boogieman to take what he wanted from her. He had been starving for too long, and she wanted to see the darkness still.
“Harder …” she moaned.
Lucca’s mouth covered hers, delving his tongue into her mouth as his hard length delved harder into her spasming center. Then he bit her bottom lip before slowly pulling back until he released it.
“This what you want, darlin’?”
“Faster …” she moaned when the orgasm began to claim her body, sending her into a beautiful nightmare.
The boogieman had kept his promise as she began to beg him not to stop.
He sent her off into the beautiful, dark abyss over and over until the beautiful nightmares replaced the devil’s nightmares, one by one.
Fifty
The Chains That Held Their Souls
Lucca cradled her unconscious body in his arms. He hadn’t been able to look away from her face since the moment she had drifted off to sleep.