"Everything is going fine. I don't want you guys to worry. Is Kai adjusting okay?" I asked over the phone.
I leaned against the kitchen wall with my phone to my ear.
"If you say so." Jeanette sighed. "Kai's been...crying. He misses you."
Sadly I sighed, "I know."
"In some way, Luc seems to be getting better. A little. I think being here is helping." I told her.
"If you think that's the case, stay as long as you need. We have enough blood for Kai." She replied. "God, I said that so easily."
I smiled. "Will talk later."
I hung up and turned around. Luc stood there with that...scowl of his.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
He stepped forward. I tilted my head and he put a hand on my chest. He pushed a little and I was backing up with him following. My back hit the island and he leaned close, pressing his pelvis to mine.
His nose touched my cheek, he rubbed his face against the side of mine. He inhaled my scent, exhaled beside my ear. I shudder a little.
Luc leans back and looked me in the eyes, his hands slide down my torso, taking hold of my pants.
"I..." I started.
I want him too.
He unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper.
I put my hands on his bare chest, moving up to his neck. He leaned forward and kissed my neck. He grabbed my wrists and turned me around, pushing me onto the counter.
"Oh god," I breathed. "I thought that-"
"You have two options," Luc's lips were on my ear, "shut up or say "no."
I said nothing.
He raised up. "Then I will do what I will." He's so cold.
He grabbed my pants again and pulled them down. I huffed shakily. I heard him undo his pants. He held my hips and I felt him behind me.
Luc kicked open my legs and pushed, making me grunt loudly. He reached around me, grabbed me and started to stroke me as he pushed in and out. I jerked against the counter.
I continued to grunt and moan. My hands tightened into a fist.
God he's so good.
He let go of me, "no..." Don't stop. I gasped when he grabbed my hair and pulled me back forcefully to his chest.
Luc..."oh god!" He thrust in and out faster. He put his free hand on my chest and dug his nails into it. I squeezed my eyes closed. I huffed and groaned. The palm of my right hand bled.
Soon Luc slammed the side of my head into the counter. I grunted from the pain. He let go of my hair and rubbed my back.
"Ah! Please!" I begged.
He reached around me again and began to stroke. I yelled, started screaming as I made a mess on the counter.
I shuddered and panted. Luc let go of me and pulled out. I was speechless for a second, still laying on the counter. Then I asked the question.
"Luc, do you love me?" I asked softly.
"What?" He questioned lowly.
"Do you love me?" I said louder.
Luc sighed and put his pants together.
"Then...what was that?" I asked. I stood up and pulled my pants up, buckling them. I finally turned around. "Just a fuck?"
