No Boundaries(66)

But I had a job to do. And that was quickly falling apart. Every second I spent with him broke down the walls that I had carefully constructed.

As much as part of me wanted to allow myself to feel that way about him again, I didn't know that I could keep up. I wasn't made for this lifestyle, and the fact that I hadn't come back before now was just evidence of that. The lifestyle scared me. I had known Luka was in jail, and I could've gone to visit him, but I didn't. I was protecting myself. I felt like I had to.

“I'm not afraid of you,” I lied. “I'm afraid of losing you, not the man that you are. I accepted that part of you a long time ago.” The second part was true.

Luka grabbed me and pulled my body closer to his.

“I’m glad you aren’t afraid of me. I only do what I have to for the family.”

Everything always went back to the family. Some family, I thought. Sure, Luka claimed that they would have taken care of me, but I didn’t buy it. They never protected my mother. Anger bubbled up inside of me when I thought of how easily my family was brushed aside. What had happened to bring us here?

“Besides, you've owed your time. I'm sure you don't want to go back to jail. So you won't do the more serious jobs, you'll just take care of the books. That's safe, right?”



I felt Luka’s muscles tense at my jab. I slightly turned my body to face him, and he stared at me with a hard look in his eyes. I was spewing my past poisons at him. What happened to my mother was his family’s fault, and somehow, being alone with him now, I felt like I needed to blame him for her death. But seeing the cold look on his face didn’t make me feel any better. It only made me feel worse.

“I'm sorry, Luka, I didn't mean that.”

He put his hands up. “It's fine. I never expected you to get over her death that easily. Or the fact that my family was involved. We would have saved her if we could have. You remember she wasn't the only one we lost that day. Two other men, and we were lucky that you made it out alive. I’ve thought about that day so many times. About what I would've done had I been there.”

“What would you have done?”

He pulled me close to his body again. The bed sheet was still wrapped around me, and it was all that was between his naked body and mine. Despite my anger toward Luka and his family, I still wanted him. I licked my lips in anticipation.

“I would've killed for you. I would've done anything to save you and your mother. I would never let anything happen to you, Vienna. Never,” he whispered to me, mumbling against my skin. My body ached in response. As much as I knew he was bad for me, hearing those words made my heart flutter. As much as I tried to deny it, I wanted more of him. I wanted his lips on my skin, on his fingers, in between my legs. Heat rushed through my body as I pushed myself closer to his strong frame, letting the bed sheet loosen around me.

“Make me want to stay. Force me.” The words escaped my lips without me even meaning to say them aloud. Fantasies I had in my head for all these years were finally playing out.

He grasped the back of my head and tugged on my hair as he pulled my face into his two hands.

“I've got three hours until I have to go back.”

“That's a lot of time.”

“It's just enough time.”

“Just enough?” I asked.

“To make you sore.”

I let the sheet fall, exposing my body. His hands in my hair tightened as he crashed his lips into mine. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled my hips on top of his. I felt his hard cock rest between us and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. As I was about to move my hips, he quickly grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back and pushed himself inside me. I let out a moan in surprise and let my body melt into his. God, he felt so fucking good. I arched my back up as he grabbed onto the headboard for leverage and started to pound into me.

The bedframe banged loudly against the wall with each thrust, but I couldn’t get enough of it. Normally, I hated rough sex, but with Luka, it felt right. There was so much sexual tension between us that I wanted him to make me hurt.

I moved my hands around his body and raked my nails down his back. Part of me wanted to do it to leave a hurtful mark on him for what he had done, but deep down, I knew I couldn’t fake my feelings for him anymore. I knew Luka was toxic, but I was somehow addicted to him, and I knew I could never let go.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, and he flipped us over so that I was now on top. I pumped my hips up and down as I leaned down to kiss him. I rolled my hips back and forth and felt the pressure inside me build as I started to let out slight moans. He ran his hands down my body and grabbed my ass hard, causing me to move my hips faster.