Luc slowly pulls out and crushes his hips against my ass. His cock bulges inside me as the vibrator makes me slick. He shoves through and I scream at the ceiling as he suddenly ruts me deep. He starts it slow, claiming my ass with an almost leisurely tempo, and then he grips my hips, fucking me hard as the shock is absorbed by my flesh. It rocks into my pussy, where I can’t take it anymore.
“You have such a nice ass.”
His palm cracks hard against my ass as his cock digs inside me. I want more. I push my hips against his.
“Please let me orgasm! Please, Luc I can’t take it anymore. I’m yours!”
He lets go of my hip to grab one of my tits swaying underneath. A cruel twist of my nipple makes me scream, and then he pinches my clit.
A drawn-out cry bursts from my chest the moment I feel the first ripple from my orgasm. The second comes from Luc, banging my ass hard with deep grunts. My pussy contracts hard on itself, and then suddenly he makes a deep groan, his cock buried to the hilt. A warm blast hits my insides, and I feel the liquid pooling around his cock as he pulses inside me, his voice shaking. He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling out the vibrator to tease my sensitive clit. Fuck! Another fierce wave hits me and my arms buckle. His damp body covers mine for a moment when he kisses my back, and then he pulls his cock out.
I collapse on my side as Luc does the same, wearing an identical expression of very pleased exhaustion. He’s relaxed, as though he purged the darkness inside him.
I breathe hard as he wraps an arm around my back and pulls me into his chest. He drags me across the sheets as though I’m a rag doll. Heat glows from his skin.
“Jesus, Luc.”
He kisses the side of my head.
“Will it always be that good?”
“Always.”
The warmth in his voice feels like his hands running up and down my skin.
* * *
I wake up, a ridiculous smile on my face even though I can’t remember why. My finger feels tight, and I grasp it, feeling the hard surface of the diamond ring.
And a soaring feeling fills my chest.
I married a controlling, possessive gangster, and I’m thrilled about it.
Again, what the hell is wrong with me?
I wrap a robe around my body and walk out the bedroom, wondering where Luc is.
He looks up from the kitchen table as he hears my feet padding on the marble. A tiny shock runs through me when I see Étienne nestled in his lap.
He smiles at me. “I went and got him back from Ma while you were asleep. I couldn’t help it. I missed the little guy.”
My eyes suddenly fill with tears. Maybe it’s the hormones from the baby inside me, but every time I look at them together I feel like crying. I see how much he loves his baby boy, and I remember Frank’s repeated assurances that I was doing the right thing, I was protecting my son. Am I? Am I still?
Luc plays with Étienne, hand wrapped firmly around his little waist. My husband smiles at me as I bend down, taking Étienne from his lap and lifting him in my arms. Wonderful relief soothes my limbs the moment I hold him to my chest. I love this baby with every fiber of my being, and I love the man who helped make him.
He stands up, smoothing my shoulders with his palms. He plants a kiss on my neck.
“You’re a great mom, you know that?”
I turn around to see Luc beaming at me. “How can we be good parents?”
Still smiling, he reaches for my face and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Because we are, Claire. I may be a gangster, but I’ll always love and protect my son.”
“Will he grow up to be just like his father?”
He squeezes my arm. “He’ll be better than me.”
“Luc, I—”
The rest of my sentence is drowned out by a series of loud knocks.
“POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR!”
Luc’s hand crushes my shoulder as he stares at the door. “Not again, that fucking asshole.”
Frank.
My insides turn. “He must have found out we got married.”
Oh Jesus. Oh shit.
Luc releases my shoulder and marches toward the front door. He opens it with an expression of carefully controlled rage.
“Officer Boucher. Again. Have you come to congratulate us on our wedding?”
He bursts through, the great hulking giant of a man looking bewildered as he gawps at me.
“How could you?” he asks in a trembling voice.
The door slams shut behind him, and I’m afraid that Luc is going to wrap his hands around Frank’s neck.
“It’s none of your business.”
“You married this son of a bitch just to avoid testifying against him. Tell me he coerced you. Please.”
Frank’s tortured voice turns my stomach even worse than the longing on his face. It disgusts me.