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I lowered my head
instantly, closed my eyes and gave myself over to him completely.

Electricity pierced
every single nerve ending in my body and I shuddered with the sensation of once
again being dominated, of someone taking away the difficulty of self processing
everything, removing the questions that always flew around my head and
eliminating any self-doubts I had.

I could feel Lucas’s
eyes on me, his gaze sweeping over me as he examined my body before he ran his
finger tip around my already hard nipple.

I swallowed heavily,
not allowing the groan to release from my chest as I cleared my mind and just
felt; completely let my body surrender to him.

“You are so fucking
beautiful, Red. I’m your Dom but you hold me at your mercy” he whispered as he
knelt in front of me.

He didn’t move for
the longest time, just knelt before me as though he daren’t touch me.

Eventually he placed
both palms flat on my stomach and then swept them outwards, his thumbs brushing
my sensitive skin as they went.

The action was so
erotic that I opened my eyes and found him looking up into my face. His eyes
were dark and intense, as though he was burning me to his memory and the sight
of him stunted my breath.

“Watch me” he
ordered as he moved into me and placed his nose at my mound, inhaling deeply as
his hands came round and cupped my backside. “This now belongs to me Red. You
will let me take you anyway I want, anyhow I want and anywhere I want.”

“Yes, Sir” I
breathed out the answer as I gulped at the sudden flood in my pussy.

“You smell fucking
exquisite.”

He drew in another
lungful of my scent before he gripped one of my legs and planted it over his
shoulder.

“Now, I know you
taste just as fucking enchanting and I want some of you inside me.”

He looked up at me
and smiled with his eyes instead of his mouth “You may come, Red.”

   “Thank you, Sir” I smiled gratefully
and he tipped his head slightly as he interpreted my smile. He watched my face
as he slid a finger inside me and I desperately tried to silence myself,
waiting for his permission to be vocal.

As if reading my thoughts he said “I
want to hear you, Red. I want to hear those soft little moans of yours.”

Thank God.

I released the long groan
that had been bursting my throat and as soon as it left my lips his mouth was
on me, his tongue and lips exploring every single part of my sex.

“You have the
prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he whispered against me and my legs trembled
furiously as he found my clit with his lips and sucked on it delicately.

“You like that,
Red?”

“Yes, Sir” I groaned
as he slipped another finger into me and as soon as he curled it into my wall I
came over him, choking out his name as he continued to work me over.

He stood before me,
stripped down to pure nakedness and my jaw dropped when I got to finally
appreciate his magnificent form.

His chest was solid
and strong, his stomach sported the most impressive six/eight pack I had ever
seen and his hips… oh my, the most delicious ‘V’ that was surely made by the
heavens.

Fucking glorious!

 He stepped back
into me and suckled on a heavy nipple, teasing it with his teeth and tongue and
my lust pitched again within seconds.

This man knew how to
work a woman, knew how to drive her wild and energised and I heaved out a heavy
breath as he slid his hard erection between my thighs, rubbing its length over
my groove and working us both into a frenzied panting mess.

“You on the pill,
Red?”

I frowned and
nodded, unsure of whether he was going in bare. “Make an appointment at the
doctors, I need to feel you completely free” he said as he rolled on a condom.

I sighed in relief
when I saw him saddle up and was glad I didn’t have to ask any awkward
questions about his sexual history. I knew he had been with the girls in the
club and I needed to know he was clean before we went bare.

He took hold of my
thigh and draped it over his hip before he slowly slid into me.

We both caught a
breath and moaned in unison as he reached full hilt and knocked the tip of me.
“Fuck, you feel amazing. So tight and perfect.”

He pursued with the
slow rhythm as his eyes held mine and his hands covered my own bound ones. He just
gently slid in and out and I watched his eyes flint with desire as he slid back
out and took a step back.

What the hell?

He cocked his head
and just watched me, his eyes never leaving mine as he locked his gaze on me. I
maintained eye contact and I started to wonder if I was a shit shag when he
just stood and observed me.

In my submissive
stance I couldn’t ask if there was a problem, so I just stared back as he
continued to regard me.

“I don’t want this”
he said suddenly and I flinched at his words. My stomach knotted and my heart
ditched out when I realised he didn’t want me.

Unexpectedly he
raised his hand and untied the belt, then scooped me up and tenderly lay me on
the bed.

He climbed over the
top of me and entered me again, softly and smoothly and my back arched in
ecstasy.

“Withdraw” he said
softly and I frowned at him. “I just want you as you Red, completely free and
liberated, and utterly in your own control while I take you.”

My breath caught in
my throat as he started moving inside me again. “I want to please
you
Red. I want
you
to feel everything whilst I’m inside you.”

He thrust a little
harder and I whimpered as he swirled his hips against my pelvis and I clenched
my muscles around him.

“Fuck yes, that’s… fuck
Red…” he hissed as he began a faster pace and he was soon driving into me so
hard, the top of my head was banging against the headboard.

I cried out my
release as my climax coursed through me with so much power I lifted Lucas high
off the bed with my hips.

“Christ Red…” he
roared as he plunged into me so hard I was sure I felt him in my womb. He
thrust once more and then spilled everything his balls held into the condom as
he flung his head back and yelled my name.
“Layla!!!”

Yes, my real name… well,
the name I was using now.

He looked down at me
as he elevated on his hands and I smirked at him “You do know my name then.”

He grinned “Sorry
about that, lost in the moment. I’ll convert back to Red now.”

I laughed lightly
but he stunned me by palming my cheek and then gave me the gentlest kiss ever.

He remained inside
me as he lingered his mouth over mine. “Let me stay with you tonight” he
whispered as he rested his forehead against mine.

“Why?” I whispered
back.

He was quiet for a
moment “I don’t know. I just wanna hold you, keep you safe and simply touch
you.”

He frowned deeply
then pulled out and hastily jumped off the bed. “Christ I… I…”

He appeared
completely stunned by his own behaviour and then abruptly he was pulling his
trousers and shirt back on.

What the hell? He
was like a fucking yo-yo and his behaviour had me feeling a little motion sick.
 “Lucas, its fine. If you wanna stay, then stay” I shrugged at him but he shook
his head rapidly and left.

Just fucked off,
without uttering another word.

Charming.

Chapter 12

Lucas

Slamming my
apartment door behind me, I swiftly made my way into the living area and poured
a hefty slug of whisky and downed it in one.

What the hell was
happening to me?

I squeezed my eyes
shut against the vision of Red’s face when I had walked out on her. The hurt
and shock that held her features twisted my gut and I felt a total bastard at
that moment.

“Fuck!”

I poured another
drink, relishing the burn in my throat as a distraction as I walked into the
kitchen and opened the fridge to see what Paula, my housekeeper, had prepared
for my dinner.

A lasagne greeted me
and I curled my lip at it and pulled out some cheese and grapes, knowing my
swirling stomach wouldn’t hold anything heavy at the moment.

Red’s face entered
my mind again as I sat on a stool and flicked through my mail. I couldn’t
believe I had asked if I could stay the night. My emotions were all over the
place where this woman was concerned and I knew I had to pull back and distance
myself from her before I felt anything more for her.

I just couldn’t…
couldn’t, not after Alana, I wouldn’t allow it.

A large brown
envelope caught my attention and my stomach clenched when I knew it was
concerning Red.

I took a hefty breath
as I opened it and closed my eyes against the images that met me, they were the
same ones she had already shown me and I grit my teeth before holding the
corner of them over the ring on the hob and set fire to them.

I placed them in the
sink and watched them burn, wishing I could burn Red’s past from her memories
just as easily.

This Diablo bloke
was an utter nutter, a freak of nature and my blood chilled as I thought of
what he had done to Red.

He had really put
her through some shit and I knew she was worried. No, she was fucking petrified
and I hissed at myself for leaving her home alone.

I supposed her
roommate and arsehole boyfriend were there and I hoped Sara wouldn’t leave Red
alone tonight.

“Shit Lucas!” I
cursed myself, wanting to go back to her but demanding myself not to.

Who knew if she’d
even welcome me back now?

I stripped as I
strolled through my empty apartment and as I entered the bathroom and turned on
the shower, I suddenly felt completely alone.

“What the fuck is
wrong with you?” I asked myself as I regarded my features in the mirror.

I saw nothing new
there; it was still me staring back but as Red appeared in the mirror before
me, her beautiful smile reflected back, I turned away and refused to
acknowledge her existence for the rest of the night.

***

Taking a heavy
breath and pulling my shoulders back, I walked into my office the next morning and
smiled tightly at Red as she poured water into the coffee machine. “Mr Hunt”
she said without looking at me.

Fuck! She was pissed
at me but I didn’t blame her. Hell, I was pissed at me.

“Red, look…”

She turned on her
heel and held a hand up to me before I could finish my sentence “Mr Hunt. I
think its best we keep our relationship professional. We obviously aren’t
suited for anything further, and well, we work together and it could get
tricky. So let’s quit while we’re ahead. It was just a fuck after all.”

She didn’t wait for
my answer as she swept past me, her unique delicate floral perfume stimulating
my senses, and took her position at her desk.

“Shit” I hissed
under my breath.

I had hurt her bad
and I couldn’t feel any worse in that moment than if I’d killed someone’s
fucking dog.

The coffee machine
caught my attention when it spat out the last drop of brown liquid into the
little cup and I scooped it up quickly, downing the drink in one and placed it
back under the spout, ordering another with a press of a button.

Red’s voice came
through the intercom and I frowned at her tone “Mr Hunt, Erica French on the
line for you. Shall I put her through?”

I sighed in
resignation and hated myself for what I was about to do, but I desperately
needed to get Red out of my system.

“Yes, thank you Miss
Summers” I said, making myself stick to our working relationship conduct.

“Line 1.” Was all
she said before she cut off the intercom.

“Erica Darling, how
are you?” I hummed as I connected the call.

“Hey you” she
replied in her smooth sexy voice and I closed my eyes when I gave her the
answer to her next question.