The thought of Vincent fucking her like that, just a step in the door, still had goose bumps going up her arms. While some were terrified bumps, the other ones were turned-the-fuck-on bumps.
She was right; each time they fucked, it became more intense and the less control Vincent had over his dark side.
What the fuck happened? It was like…
Lake honestly had no clue what it had been like, but it certainly hadn’t been how she had thought sex was going to be.
Getting out of bed, she took her time in the bathroom, lazily soaking in the tub to get the soreness out of her body. By the time she got out, she felt a hundred percent better. Well, almost.
Her thoughts about how he had fucked her still weighed on her mind. Lake was just scared, plain and simple. She was scared to love him. She was certainly scared of him. Most of all, she was scared to fuck him again.
She quickly put on a robe that hung on the back of the door, tying it around her waist. Opening the bathroom door, she didn’t see him at first but when she did, Lake clutched at her chest, frightened to death.
Looking at the man sitting on the bed, she pulled the robe closed tighter with shaky hands while he eyed her up and down.
“W-what are—”
“Sit down, darlin’,” Lucca commanded her.
Licking her very dry lips, she found her feet slowly moving, his voice making her do what he asked. After the previous day, she really didn’t want to push his buttons. Like ever, if he even lets me live.
She sat down gently on the bed, keeping her face straight forward. She had seen enough of his ragged appearance to know the night he’d had was a long one. Every word out of her mouth was going to have to be precise.
“As much as I enjoy you finally fucking get that you should be scared of me, you can relax. I’m not ever going to hurt you.”
His voice still sounded cold, so she had to look at him to see if he was telling the truth. He is…
She shook her head. “You won’t?”
Something told her Lucca Caruso didn’t cross off anyone on his ‘could kill if it pleases me’ list. She was pretty certain that even his brother Nero’s name wasn’t crossed off.
He grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger, stopping her motion. “No, I won’t. I give you my word.”
Being forced to gaze in his crazed eyes, she could see the sun from the windows brought out the green more than the blue.
“It’s because of Chloe, isn’t it?”
Lucca stared at her a moment, completely ignoring her question. “Why did you do it? Risk your life for theirs?”
Lake could see him trying to figure out why she would possibly do something like that. The feelings and emotions she possessed were far different than his, but she could see past his emotionless mask enough to recognize they shared the same feelings about Chloe.
“I think we both know why I couldn’t let her get hurt.”
He looked at her for one more second before the pressure slightly increased on her chin. Then it was let go.
“What you did was fucking stupid.” His cold demeanor returned.
Thank God. She was grateful she could finally look away.
“I know. I’ve already heard this speech from Vincent, so save it.” If she could go back, she was certain she would do it again.
Lucca quickly stood above her, grabbing her chin rougher this time and slightly turning her head from side to side. “He’s lucky, but I can still see he hasn’t broken you yet.”
Lake was too scared for his words to even sink in.
“You ever feel the fucking need to see Dante again, don’t. You come to me.”
She nodded, knowing it was what he wanted.
He let her chin go one final time. “I’m going to give you one favor of your choosing. Whatever it is or whenever it is, you just ask me, and I will do what I can to get it done.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Anything?”
“Anything, darlin’. From killing a person to letting you disappear…” His chilling voice tapered off as he slipped down the stairs and out the door.
Blinking, Lake wondered if their encounter was even real. Only the light chills which still tingled on her chin from where he had touched her proved his existence. Her slight walk on the dark side with Vincent had her feeling slightly different about Lucca.
Holy fucking shit.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Save Me
Broken me yet? Lake was finally able to shake off their encounter as his words actually started to resonate in her mind. Broken me yet! Those words only started to scare her about Vincent more and more, knowing he was slowly gaining power over her body and mind.
She tried to focus on the other parts of their meeting. Yeah, like him giving me a favor! Thinking Lucca would ever care enough to give her a favor literally blew her mind along with the fact that he had told her to see him instead of going to Dante. Lucca was telling her that his door was always open if she needed it, but she didn’t know if she was going to have the guts to ever do that after their meeting.
From killing a person to letting you disappear… Those words whispered over her again. He was giving her a way out, and she knew it. Lake could leave the mob behind and not even think twice about it.
I can still see he hasn’t broken you yet…
Lake screamed when her cell phone rang, her thoughts fully scaring her at that point.
She grabbed her phone quickly without looking at the caller ID and spoke a shaky, “Hello?”
“Lake! My baby … my baby…” her mother cried into the phone.
She held the phone tighter, scared for her mom. “Mom, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“No, it’s John. He just…” she trailed off for a moment. “Could you come pick me up? He’s left and taken my keys. I need to leave and get in a hotel room before he … before he kills me.” Her mother became hysterical.