After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 47

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This was more complicated than I'd thought. I told myself I should not involve myself too much with Scarlet, but all I could think now was how to make her stop crying. All I wanted was a senseless fuck, but here I was dealing with some serious matters I couldn't avoid.

She was a mystery with unfathomable issues. I couldn't figure her out, which was unnerving. After being away from her mother for six years, her life had changed into some rollercoaster shit that she kept all to herself. And being the only person to find out about it was such huge accountability.

"I'm sorry for doing this. I don't know what's gotten into me," I said.

She had stopped crying. "You forced me. This is not healthy, Luke."

"I know." I sighed. "I should've been more understanding. I just thought I could help." I took her hand and brought it to my lips. "For now, let's get you something to eat."

We stopped by a restaurant, but before she could step out, I cupped her face, and without hesitation, I kissed her. She gasped softly in surprise. At first, her kisses were soft, gentle, until she was kissing back. Her lips danced in rhythm, and I felt her sucking the air. She was the only thing that could make me hard as fuck with a kiss alone.

She clenched the fabric of my suit as I was devouring her with my mouth. She blew out a hitched breath when I parted her lips and my fingers clenched on the back of her neck, and she inclined her head involuntarily, giving me much access. A groan vibrated in her throat and traced down to my already heavy balls.

Damn. She could really make me lose my mind and blow me away.

I continued to nibble on her neck and reached for the hem of her shirt, and slowly I slipped my hand inside and gently squeezed her against my palm. She was so soft; I could almost break her.

"Luke," she breathed. "Someone will see us."

I stopped, and her brown eyes stared back at mine. I grasped her generous butt once more.

"And you are saying that after you just let me kiss you?" I said. "Don't worry, no one will see us." I lowered his head again to kiss her, but she pressed me away.

"I'm not doing this here," she whispered.

I sighed. "Fine. Come." I moved away from her and stepped out of the car. She followed me, and I ushered her to the restaurant.

We went inside the Friuli Trattoria, a restaurant of Chef Bianchi, one of the best chefs I knew in New York. A soft classic saxophone piece was playing, gold and silver were glistening before my eyes, and the tables are draped with pristine table linen and leather chairs.

An attendant greeted us warmly. "Good evening, Mr. Alejandro."

"I can't move around my place with Dad and Gene inside."

The waiter finally came and served our orders.

"What are we going to talk about?" I asked.

"As much as I wanted to give you time, given that I know things about you that our parents don't, I'd like to know more about you," I said straightforwardly. I was fed up with this push and pull already. We needed a serious talk.

Her mouth parted. "I need time, Luke. I just told you I don't like to be forced."

"I'm not forcing you. I want you to trust me," I pressed. "But I've already known much now, yet how can I help you if you don't tell me something. Everything is still so vague."

She didn't answer right away. "Why are you being like this all of a sudden? It's not like you're interested in me in such a manner that we have to share things like this—"

"I am interested in you in every way, Scarlet," I cut her off and caught her hand. "So please cooperate with me. We've already made it this far, and I'm keeping it this way. Now, shall we begin?"