Rumour Has It ( Savage MC Book One)

chapter twenty nine- whatever you do, don't eat the candy

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My lovelies, you've been warned ;)
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Millie p.o.v
I had stepped into the nineteenth century. Deep red mahogany boards stretched across the floor in the main hallway, working their way into every room. To my right in front of me a sturdy staircase curled it's way up the wall to a landing, all made from the same mahogany wood. A thick Persian rug stretched down the long hall leading to what I could only assume was a kitchen.
Slowly making my way down the hall I took in everything extraordinary about this house. Paintings and old photos lined the walls along with mirrors of all different shapes and designs. Every door in the hall were make of multicoloured glass fragments embedded in the wood that splattered rainbows throughout the different rooms.
One room was a dining room, straight out of the eighteen hundreds. A table sat right in the middle of the room, six chairs in their rightful places had red velvet cushions on them. Candles stood tall in the centre of the table and a chandelier hung elegantly from the roof.
Another room was a living room, more modern but still dipped in victorian style. A beautiful L-shaped cream leather couch angled it's way into the perfect picture of grace, facing a massive fireplace that had a tv to its left and a granddad chair that had a reading light hanging overhead to its right. It was the embodiments of comfort.
Moving forward I entered a kitchen that stretched the entire length of the back of the house with black marble counters but came up short at the sight of Cut standing in front of me.
"Millie" my name from his lips broke the spell the house had cast over me.
"The gardens big, space to run" he commented and I stopped short.
"What? Cut why am I here?" I throw my arms out indicating the house around me.
"I knocked a wall that was right here, the other room was spare anyways so I figured it wouldn't be needed" he didn't answer my question.
"Ok?" I shook my head in confusion, waiting for an explanation.
"There's four bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs and one down stairs too. It's good room space really; room to expand. Out of the master room there's a small balcony I'll show you-"
"Cut what is going on here, seriously?"
He stared at me for a few minutely in silence.
"Didn't build the house so I can't take credit for that, but I can build you a home here, Mill" he spoke clearly but to me it was blurred, even though everything else suddenly came into sharp focus.
"What?" I breathed out.
"Build a home for you, baby" shivers erupted down my spine.
"It's got a decent garden, but we can expand it if you want to. You wanted a big kitchen right?" He gestured around us, "bought those leather couches in the livingroom from a company across seas, I remember you always liked that shaped couch, thought it looked fancy " he grinned like it was a fond memory.
"Cut what is this?" I choked out, feeling uneasy.
"Had to fight a man for this house, he was in love with the floors as much as I knew you would be. He didn't stand a chance though, the minute that I walked in here I knew it"
"You bought this house because of the floors?" I asked in shock.
"No I bought this house because it had you wrote all over it. Everything about it has your stamp on it and you haven't even started to put your stamp on it yet" he replied.
"What makes you think I'll put my stamp on it?"
"Because this is us. We were always meant to be this, Millie. We got fucked up and lost our way but we're here now Mill. We need to start living this" he said gesturing around us.
"I can't-" I shook my head.
"You're scared. You're terrified of what you want Millie, but I don't care anymore. I'm pushing this, and I'll keep doing it until you realised that this is what you were always meant to have, what we were always meant to have. I'm not letting you go, ever. You're mine" he took a step towards me, grabbed my hand and pulled me through a side door into a glass conservatory.
"Ninety percent glass right?" He said softly as I took it all in. In here were fabric couches that promised you would sink right into them. I couldn't deny his words, everything in this house screamed something I would go for.
"What do you want from me?" I asked quietly.
"You. This. Us. Forever" His whispers my own words from so long ago back at me.
"You're not being fair" I pushed away from him walking over to the window to peer out at the garden.
"No, I'm not" he agreed.
"Why?" I snapped turning to look at him.
"Because you're not slipping away from me again" he stared at me. Tears slowly slipped down my cheeks.
"It couldn't fuck up" I whispered and tension eased out of his face.
"It won't. " he sounded like he meant it.
"Fiachra-"
"Knows how right this is. Our boy is clever, told me I needed to get my head out of my ass" he smirked at me.
"This won't -"before I could finish my ridiculous denial of an inevitable outcome, he had me pinned to the window with his hips, his lips pressed firmly against mine.
It was like something broke free inside me, inside him too. We were all over each other, hands everywhere. It was frenzied, completely rushed and utterly beautiful.
Piece by piece our clothes hit the ground and as Cut pulled my jeans and panties from my legs he dropped to his knees too, throwing one of my thighs over his shoulder, opening me up.
"Luke" I moaned out, my head slamming back into the window, but I hardly felt that, my focus was solely on what he was doing to me. Hearing his name from my lips, a growl shot from his throat, vibrating against me and he feasted. Feasted.
I came with a hoarse cry and he rose swiftly swinging both my legs around his waist before he thrust home. Fisting my hand into his hair I couldn't catch my breath as he slammed into me, grinding deep.
"Baby" I whimpered out as he kissed down my neck to my chest.
"Fuck yeah, Millie. Give in" he growled out, voice gone husky rough. His thrusts became harder, pulling my legs up higher he grinded deeper. One hand on my tit, the other roamed up my back to fist in my hair, yanking it roughly so he could see my face.
"Come, Millie" he demanding, pinned me to the window with every slam of his hips into mine.
I panted as I got closer and closer. Dropping his forehead to mine his face contoured in pleasured pain.
"Fucking come, Millie" he rumbled before dropping his hand that was as on my tit between us to touch me. I exploded around him and he followed closely after.
"Mine, fucking mine" he growled as he planted himself deep inside me. Slowly my legs dropped from his hips but he stayed rooted inside me. Catching my breath, my forehead resting on his shoulder, tucked close to his neck. I could feel him panting softly into my ear.
Eventually he swung me up into his arms and went to the nearest bathroom. Gently, so gently it was beyond sweet, he cleaned me up before taking care of himself. Then, picking me up again, he walked into the front room and seated us on the leather couch, tucking my face back into his neck.
"Bleed myself dry" he muttered.
"Hm?"
But he didn't answer and the only noise that came was his phone ringing about ten minutes later. Fishing it out of his pocket he answered, "Yo. "
He listened intently. Before saying,"got you, be there soon" hanging up he shifted me back and looked me in the eye.
"What?" I whispered. Catching my hair he tucked it behind my ear before he spoke.
"Aine woke up".