Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 33

I swallowed. Slowly, I slid my hand towards my stomach, lifting up my shirt a bit, revealing my bare skin. His eyes followed my hand movements perfectly. "Here." I said.

"Can I make you feel good, then? I promise - only above the waist." He said, completely serious.

I opened my mouth, trying to say something, but I couldn't. I nodded.

He slowly moved towards my waist. I thought he'll only touch me with his hand, but instead he started kissing my stomach with his hot, soft lips. That made me arch my back, feeling something I've never felt before.

"Shhh, it's okay…" The hot breath was tickling my belly. He gently pushed me back on the covers, making me relax. He began kissing my stomach again, I could feel his full lips and wet tongue…It felt so good I moaned. He didn't stop, he was kissing, and going higher and higher, all the way to my…

Suddenly the house bell rang.

Lucas stopped and buried his face in my stomach. His hair was tickling me. "Fuck." He murmured on my skin.

The bell rang again.

He stood up, ruffling his hair. "I'll go see who it is." He said with an annoyed voice.

The bell rang again and Lucas yelled: "I'm coming, for fuck sake!"

While Lucas was opening the door, I tried to fix my shirt, which was rolled all the way up to my bra. I calmed my hair with my hands, trying to untangle them. A yell echoed from the living room. What the hell? I slowly walked towards the room to see what all the commotion was about.

The person yelling at Lucas was…Jimmy. He suddenly looked in my way. "She needs to know Lucas!" He screamed and pointed towards me, wobbling.

I walked to the front door, realizing Jimmy was probably drunk. He reeked of alcohol.

"She deserves to know!" He yelled again, his blue eyes flashing with anger. "She has to know, she…"

"I know!" Lucas yelled at Jimmy, looking at me with pain in his dark eyes.

His hand lingered right above Jimmy's face. "You win." Lucas said to Jimmy in a dead-cold voice. He turned around and walked towards me. "C'mon." He looked at me, flashing with anger and madness. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the apartment, leaving Jimmy behind.

We were walking through empty streets, Lucas holding my wrist with such strength it hurt. "Lucas." I tried to tear away from him, panting in that cold atmosphere. I forgot my jacket and it was freezing. I felt the cold air crawling in my bones. "Lucas, it hurts…" I tried again.

He let go of my hand, not even looking back. "Keep up." He ordered.

Dark clouds filled the sky, matching the weather to current events. I could smell that cold, heavy rain, that's gonna pour out of them. Just a moment ago he was so sweet, nice, happy…so bright.

For a minute there my fallen angel had white feathers.

The heavy clouds cast a shadow upon him, turning my Amor, the Greek god of love, into a dark and bitter Hades, god of the underworld. His face emotionless. Only pain and anger in his eyes. Only hate.

We were at the forgotten part of the city. Where almost nobody ever went. We all knew that a lot of gangs were hanging out here, drug trafficking, drug use…it was the dark side of the city. The buildings were so old, it made them look uninhabitable. Windows were cracked, gardens forgotten, street dogs barking at us as we passed by, used needles on the grey roads…it was like the apocalypse.