Step Bride: A Bad Boy Mob Roman(42)

“Still. I should ask before I start accusing.”

He nodded, standing close, speaking softly. “Do you want to see something?”

“See what?”

“My favorite spot out here. It’s very close by.”

I shrugged. “Okay. Sure.”

He started walking toward the other end of the stable, and I hurried to follow him.

I couldn’t believe I had gone after him like that. He wasn’t a drug dealer after all, although he did sell fake olive oil. Maybe that was immoral, but it wasn’t exactly hurting anyone. I knew there were parts of their business that I wouldn’t agree with and wouldn’t personally get involved with, but I needed Lucas to be honest with me.

And I would believe him. I didn’t think he was lying when he said he didn’t sell drugs. He had no reason to be fake with me.

I felt better. I felt a little silly, but better.

We went to the far end of the stable, and he shifted a hay bale a few feet to the right. Bolted to the wall was a ladder that disappeared up into the ceiling.

“Up there,” he said.

I bit my lip. “That thing looks like it’s going to fall apart,” I said.

“It won’t. I promise.”

I stepped up to it. “Okay.” I began to climb.

I heard him climbing behind me. I kept going, not looking down, and soon I passed through the ceiling and into a wide, spacious area.

I climbed out onto the floor and he appeared just behind me.

“My favorite spot,” he said, gesturing around us.

We were in the attic or the roof of the stable, above the horses. There was hay all over on the floor, covering everything. It was strangely clean tough, and it smelled nice. The one wall was all tinted glass, and we could see out along the grounds.

He led me by the hand over to a hay bale and we sat down, looking out across the yard.

I had to admit that it was beautiful. I’d been so busy feeling stressed out about everything that I hadn’t taken the time to just enjoy where I was.

The place was gorgeous. The animals, the building, the architecture, it was all so expensive, clean, and lovely. Despite my discomfort at times, I really was staying in an amazing place.

“So?” he said finally.

“Yeah,” I said, looking at him.

He pulled my body against his. “I keep thinking about those panties.”

I blushed and looked away. “I was only following your lead.”

“I liked it.” I looked up at him, and the look on his face sent my heart hammering in my chest.

“What did you like about it?”

“Thinking about you touching that perfect, delicious little pussy of yours. And I know you were thinking about me while you did it.”

“I was,” I said.

He pulled my chin toward him. “Are you as sick of games as I am?”

“I don’t know,” I said, breathless.

“I want you, Natalie. I don’t know what it is about you, but I need to fuck you. I need to make you come, make you mine.”

He pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. Excitement ran in waves down my arms and legs as I pressed myself against him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

I wanted it. I knew I shouldn’t, knew it was wrong, but I wanted it anyway.

I kissed him back hungrily as our bodies pressed together, our mouths working, skin touching, hearts pounding. He kissed my neck and I let out a small gasp as he pulled my hair.

“Were you out by the pool?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Stand up.”

I listened, confused, excited.

“Strip,” he commanded.

“Lucas,” I said, shaking my head.

“I want to see your bikini. Strip.”

I did as he asked, pulling off my shirt and shorts and tossing them aside.

“Fuck,” he said. “I love your fucking body. Turn around.”

I turned, letting him see my ass.

“God you make me so fucking hard,” he said.

I blushed, a little embarrassed to be showing off my body, but incredibly excited. I liked his gaze on me. I liked what he was thinking about me. I knew he wanted me, knew he wanted my body, and that made my skin flush with excitement. The embarrassment only heightened that sensation.

“Come here,” he said. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap.

He kissed my neck, my lips, my breasts. I couldn’t help but let out small gasps and moans as his hands roamed my body slowly, grabbing my breasts, teasing my nipples, before slowly sliding down between my legs.

“Soaked,” he whispered. “Soaking wet. You dirty girl.”

“I can’t help it,” I said.

“I know you can’t. You’re mine.”

I felt his fingers slowly part my legs, sliding down my bikini bottoms. He began to rub my clit slowly, softly, sending amazing sensations through me.