After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 63

SCARLET

I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't help it. His date was now leaning over the table, whispering words to his ear. She playfully stroked his chin with her fingertips. I almost wanted to puke. I couldn't take it anymore.

I replied to his message, but not to tell him where I was.

Seriously? For someone who has a child waiting for you at night, you still have time to date? I sent the message.

His response came right away.

Yes, I'm on a date right now with someone who's not going to slap the shit out of me.

You are very disgusting. A cheater and an asshole. I swear, I regret sleeping with you.

I slapped myself mentally when the realization struck me. What's gotten into me? I should have ignored him. I should have walked away. I did a good job trying to keep my words for almost two weeks. I avoided him. I was just so, so mad, I at least had to say something to him.

He didn't respond. I spied on him as he looked down at his phone, raising an eyebrow. He turned around his chair and slowly scanned the place. I hid at the back, by the door.

I swallowed hard, remembering how I'd pictured him wrongly in my dreams. I even imagined him as an inspiration on my wet nights because I missed him so much. Seeing him right now only made me want to feel him again, his body, in my arms.

I bit my lip hard, wanting to go out and show up. Shocked crossed my face when someone entered the restroom. I was forced to step outside when the door opened widely. Luke found me.

His eyes widened the second they met mine. His lips parted slowly. His gaze traveled up and down my body. Suddenly, it felt like we're alone in the world. My body responded to his gaze. Every hair on my body stood, my nipples hardening.

His date's hand slipped over his chest, trailing him closer to her. I almost choked on my saliva. I hated the way she was holding him. I was boiling inside. I wanted to pull her away from him and scratch her face.

Luke stared back at his phone. My phone beeped again. He replied.

Meet me. Now.

I set my eyes back at him. My mouth parted slightly.

"You're still here?" A voice behind me interrupted. I dropped my phone on the ground in surprise.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" The man behind me kneeled to pick up my phone. I tucked my hair under my ear to check him out.

"Sean?" I asked.

"Here you go." He stood up and gave me my phone back.

"I'm just… I need to freshen up a bit." I pointed out the restroom door in front of us.

"Oh, I see. I'll see you tomorrow then. I have someone to meet here."

I nodded. "Thanks."

When Sean left, it was my turn to walk away too. I turned around—almost running towards another direction. I'd just text Nate and Katherine to go without me. I reached the lobby, but someone grabbed my arm and spun me around.

Luke.

I tried to jerk away, but his hand tightened on my arm. He glared back at me. Giving me a dangerous look as the people around us whispered.

He pulled me into another room and locked the door. The room we were in was the storage room.

"I'm disgusting?"

"Yes, you are. Let me go right now, or I'll scream."

His jaw twitched. "You haven't messaged me or showed yourself for ten days straight. Now, you're bothering me like this?"

"I did not bother you. I don't give a shit about what you think right now. For someone who hated liars that turned out to be a liar himself—an exemption to his own rule is the fact I can't understand."

"I did not lie to you, Scarlet."

I shook my head. "Yes, you did. You didn't tell me about your secret woman, and can you imagine how shocked I was when I found out you are the father of her child?"

"Yes, I have a daughter, and for the record… I am not technically the father."

"And I am not technically stupid. You don't make any fucking sense."

"You had every chance to talk to me, but you chose to push me away. Why bring this up now?"

"It's because you were keeping me in the dark. I don't know if I'm able to believe any of your excuses." I tried to free myself from him. I pushed him back and tried to open the door. Luke didn't let me. He grasped my wrists and slammed me into the wall.

"No one has to know about it," he hissed,

"Even me?"

"Even you, but you already know. What choice do I have? I never lied to you. I just don't talk about my life with anyone, but yes, I do have a daughter. I support them because her mother is not capable of raising her alone. She's a crippled woman. I am going to file a petition for child custody. It's still in process."

"And you still didn't tell me that when I told you everything about me."

He clenched his jaw, but he didn't say a word. He let me go this time.

"I knew you would continue to keep me in the dark. You have no plan of telling me. I'm sure your lovely Barbie doll has a room reserved near this place, so please, if you don't mind—"

"Nothing is going on with me and Stacy," he said harshly. "And yes, I do have a room reserved near this very place. Unfortunately, I had reserved the same one last week too, but I've been unable to fuck anyone because I can't stop thinking about my stepsister and how I wanted to fuck her and only her."

I pressed my lips into a thin line. "Do you think those words would turn me on?"

"Yes…" His fingers trailed the hem of my shirt, brushing his thumb against my skin, "Just stop avoiding me."

"So fucking wet…" I pushed him back again; his thumb stroked my clit. "At least your body doesn't lie. Your body fucking missed me."

I bit my lower lip hard, unable to open my eyes properly. He pulled his fingers out again, and he brought them up to his mouth, licking his finger slowly.

Luke parted my legs. He positioned himself correctly. He pulled his fingers out again, and he brought them up to his mouth, licking his finger slowly. He lifted my right leg and wrapped it around his waist.

"Tell me you don't want this anymore," he whispered. "Tell me, convincingly, that you don't want me inside of you right now." His other hand grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips against mine. "Tell me."

I couldn't answer. I don't want him to stop. Our eyes kept locked as he unwrapped a condom and then put it. He stared at me with the same angry expression that he had worn all night.

He grabbed both my legs, pulling me forward. He slid his cock into me harshly. I wrapped my arms around his neck to maintain my balance.

"Do you want to know my answer? I fucking missed you. Every single night," he rasped. "But too bad, you haven't."

He sank his cock into me. Hard.

"Ahh!" I moaned. He smelled too good for a dream. I have been dreaming about him for the past few nights. Fucking me, giving me everything of him. It was all real this time. I closed my eyes, still hearing him saying my name.

"Damn, Scarlet… Fuck… I miss you so much."

He looked into my eyes, forcing himself inside me deeper. "Tell me that whenever you touch your pussy, you wished it was my cock inside you."

I swallowed hard. I was so turned on, I lost myself already.

"Tell me, Scarlet," he whispered, and then he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Our saliva mixing, our tongue swirling with the same rhythm as if we were made for each other. He opened his eyes; I met his gaze. He was still kissing me while waiting for my answer.

He groaned. He slammed into me one more time for his final release, his cock hitting my spot. I tore my mouth away. "Yes!"

A trace of a smile appeared on his lips but eventually faded. He gripped my waist until he stopped pounding. My head fell on his shoulder. He smelled of his sweat with a mixture of natural scent. I smelled freshly fucked.

Minutes later, he pulled out the condom and threw it in a trash bin. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped me with it first. When he finished drying me, he wiped it on his own. Damn it, it was so erotic. Even in clothes, we still mixed together. He put his shaft back and zipped up his pants,

"There won't be a condom next time." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "And I promise, I won't even let you sleep because I'll fuck you all night until the morning."

Luke picked up my pants, and he put them back on to me. I helped him this time. He put me down on my feet.

"How long do you have to stay here?" he suddenly asked.

"My friends are waiting for me."

"Hmmm, tell your friends you're leaving first. I'll take you home tonight."

"Luke, you can't… we can't." I closed my eyes. I pressed a hand on his chest.

He rolled his eyes. "Just come."