ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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It feels like a everyday party here, literally.
Lukas and I have been busy messing up the sheets, and breaking the fruit basket since we can't keep our hands off each other.
It's been a few days since we're here, and I honestly don't want to go.
Everything is peaceful to then face the reality of life back in Houston.
Leaving the closet after putting on a black bikini, I grab the oversized white t-shirt folded on my side of the bed, and put it over my body, my still partly wet hair falling down my back.
As I rush down the stairs, my stomach grumbling with the news for food, I spot Moretti sprawled out on the couch, laptop above his lap with the TV on, Simpsons playing as he works.
Rolling my eyes at the new habit he stole from me, I decide to make myself a toast.
It's almost sunset time and I want to walk around while watching the sky, but right now I'm hungry.
Feeling the heat of his body behind me as I grab the butter, I twirl the knife on my fingers and look over my shoulder, raising a eyebrow.
See? He just can't be apart.
Lukas hand sneaks around my waist to cup my sex, colliding my back with his chest, making me skip a breath as his lips brush my ear.
"You could make two of those." He whispers, lips brushing down my cheek and jaw.
Breathing up to the the ceiling, I have hard time keeping my eyes open.
"You could've just asked." My voice comes out wobbly, making me curse myself for the affect he has on me.
No. I can't let this happen.
Turning around, making his hand fall from cupping my sex, I crack my neck up to meet his sex glazed eyes, his hand falling on my ass as his fingers play with the hen of the swimsuit bottom under my t-shirt.
"Bold of you to play seducing games with a woman who knows how to maneuver a knife." I whisper, brushing the knife against his collarbone and neck.
Moretti smirks. "I'm sure you can maneuver a lot of things, Angel."
"Are you now?" I raise a teasing eyebrow.
Lukas nods, certain of himself. "Very."
"How so?" I push further, digging the tip of the knife on his throat, and he chuckles lowly and shortly, filled with mischief.
Lukas grips my thighs, making the knife fall to the floor as he picks me up, my legs and arms wrapping around him instantly as he joins his mouth to mine.
He leans me on the sink counter, my core rubbing against his crotch, making us groan as he grinds on me.
Long fingers tangle on my hair, deepening the heated kiss as our tongues fight each other for dominance, his other hand leaving a trail of heat through every inch of skin it touches.
