7: Valentine's Package
590 Words
Luther’s POV
“What the f**k?!”
My white Louis Vuitton boxer falls from her hand and to the ground as she turns to look at me, petrified to her bones. I look from the fabric carelessly lying on the floor to her and back to the fabric.
“I’m sorry...” She stutters in her usual fashion.
I scoff, unsure of my response to her. Somehow, she does the unthinkable stuff even with her innocent look and petite frame. It baffles me.
She remains in her frozen state as I walk in, and I’m about to close the door when she tries to escape her reality. My hand on her arm in a firm grip stops her from flying out of the door.
This isn’t over yet; matter of fact, it has just begun. I’m about finishing off where she started, and it would be a waste to leave a meal unattended.
“I’m not done talking, miss Brianna.” I smirk.
Her light brown eyes widen in her usual fashion, like a scared puppy. What scares her most? Do I remember her name? Or that I’m her captor? I smirk.
“I’m sorry, sir...” she sniffles.
“Say something else, for once.” I’m almost losing it. My grip around her arm tightens and I pull her to myself.
“Uh.” She gasps softly, and looks down at the spot. My rough palm presses against her tender skin and grimaces, batting her eyelids nonstop like she’s fighting a sob.
Is she this soft?! Her skin feels like butter beneath my huge coarse palm, and I’m certain that this isn’t me exaggerating. And her lips... I shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t be indulging my dirty fantasies with a lady way beneath my class.
“You love blonde, Luther... Not red-haired ladies.” I repeated in my head nonstop.
I close my eyes and fight the good fight of resistance. Miss Brianna drives me crazy, and I hate to be out of control, but that’s how she made me feel from the very moment I saw her. Her innocent but nosy attitude. Always in my business...
She gasps and swallows dryly as her throat bobs to effect.
“I thought you left...”
“And you decided to run sack my room and sniff my boxers?” My hard jaws hinge in a weird smile. This must be the most ridiculous s**t I’ve heard and seen.
And just maybe, the most ridiculous thing I’ll do.
After the nasty text from the busty blonde, I was pissed and decided to spend the night in San Diego. Also, I had an early morning meeting with an associate in Florida, so instead of driving back to California and jetting out to Florida, I had to remain in San Diego.
After the brief meeting, I took a quick shower, got rid of my Armani suit and wore something more comfortable before flying down to California to my supposed room that now belongs to Brianna.
As if invading my space isn’t enough damage, her mouth parts slightly, with her eyes damp... Is she wet for me? Oh, no, Luther. I scream in my head. You’re definitely overthinking this.
I angle my head to get her full view... She is hot as f**k! Or maybe my erect d**k with painfully engorged blood vessels is a no respecter of class and taste.
“I bet you’re dying to sniff the source directly...”
“Hmmm...”
“Kneel.” I give a short order.
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