C1 LUCY

Its sharp little teeth bit into his earlobe as she slid her hand down and moved her nimble fingers on the belt. "But you know what, Lucy? -What? She—he brought the low, heavy glass to her lips and drank the powerful liquid in one gulp without flinching. Her bourbon slipped down her throat and she warmed his stomach as she looked at the picture on the bar. He wasn't one of the best there, but there was something about those flames. she liked She reminded him of the fiery descent into madness. She unbuckled his seatbelt. "I'm going to make sure you don't think about anyone else again." -Really…? Her—she stopped and frowned, delving into the memory of her. Damn! She had forgotten her name. What was that woman's name? The purple and green flames of the canvas they were not going to give him the answer. She took a deep breath and almost choked on it. her sweet scent. She felt like a bunch of strawberries had been thrown up on her. in her mouth. The button on her pants came loose and the muffled sound of the zipper coming down resounded in the spacious room. A second later, the Her hand trailed down the waistband of his boxers, to the spot where she rested her penis. And then she stopped her hand in its tracks. She seemed to have stopped breathing. -Lucy? she asked suggestively. Her warm fingers they closed around her half-erect member. The obvious lack of interest in her body made Lucian curl his lip. disgusted. What was wrong with her? He had an impressive woman touching his penis and he was as horny as a school in a room full of girls. He was… Damn! He was just bored. Bored with her, bored with himself same, bored of everything. Under normal circumstances, that woman was his type. He would have had a good time with her and he would never have seen her again. Never he slept with the same woman twice, because if he did, he risked to create a habit, and then you had a hard time breaking habits. In addition to the fact that someone always ended up harboring feelings, and it was never the. But he had…sick of it all. The feeling of being fed up, of not caring about anything, had been haunting him for a couple of months, suffocating almost every facet of his life. The