It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 43

Malcolm drove silently to the apartment. The cold air from the car’s air conditioning cooled their passion before it became a burning flame. Lucia shivered slightly as she ran her fingers over the goosebumps on his skin. Malcolm looked at her, noticing that she was cold. He took off his jacket and hung it over Lucia’s shoulders. She gave a slight smile of thanks.

Malcolm was a wealthy man who held great power and standing. Almost everyone he met envied him. But he was always gentle and kind to Lucia. He took care of her and pampered her. No matter how hard Lucia tried to be indifferent to him, he always found a way to force his way into her heart. She was never a hard-hearted person to begin with anyway.

Malcolm steered the car carefully toward the underground parking lot. He turned off the engine and got out of the car, then rushed to the passenger side and opened the door for Lucia. Once she got out, he gently took her hand, locked the car, and they headed toward the elevator.

Lucia looked at their intertwined hands. His eyes still had a vacant look, and his expression was now passive. “Since when does he like to hold my hand?” And when did I start liking him to hold me? What is this? Of love? » When she was with Jonah, they also held hands and made love. However, there was neither excitement nor passion between them. Was it nothing more than addiction? Or maybe she had gotten used to pretending and it had become a habit? Lucia could not hide her face, she no longer knew where to put her head.

But no matter, whether it was love or not, she was convinced of one thing. She loved the man who was holding her hand at that very moment.

“What’s bothering you?” Malcolm asked as he stopped to operate the elevator. He looked at her, studying her expressionless face.

” I missed you. I missed you so much, Malcolm,” she said slowly, almost routinely. She kept her eyes fixed on him, as if she feared her words would lose their meaning if she didn’t stare at him like that.

She didn’t wait for Malcolm’s response. She pulled her hand away and threw herself against his chest. She hugged him around the waist as tears rolled down her cheeks. The combination of her feelings of grief and longing made her cry more. Malcolm just held Lucia quietly in his arms. In this dark and narrow space, the two of them stood, pressed together.

Suddenly, Lucia raised her head. Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Lucia’s soft lips brushed against the man’s, almost like the touch of a butterfly’s feet. The young woman’s movements were slow and gentle. When she felt Malcolm’s growing passion, she took a step back, breaking the k**s. She took a breath, looked into his eyes and kissed him again. She slid the tip of her tongue over the inside of Malcolm’s lower l*p, whose hands gripped her waist tighter.

Lucia released her grip on the man’s neck to run her hands through his thick black hair. She enjoyed the feeling of twisting the man’s black hair around her fingers, and winding it in her hands. She then removed a hand from his hair to cup his face. She ran her thumb along the man’s eyebrow. Then she brushed her thumb around his eye, and over his nose, as if examining him. Her hands tightened on him, and she forcefully pulled his face down, keeping her k**s soft and seductive. Like a satisfied cat, she m****d.

The hand she placed on Malcolm’s face moved down to his chest. She quickly unbuttoned the first two buttons of the man’s shirt and slipped her hand under the fabric. She traced her fingers over his well-defined muscles, over his smooth skin and the ridges of his body. She moved her hand further down his shirt, bringing the other back to join her. She felt his chest, down to his nipples. She squeezed them with her index fingers and barely stopped herself from smiling when she felt him quiver. As she leaned closer to him, she felt the man’s e******n rubbing against her own stomach. It gave him some joy to know that she was able to excite him to this point. She was a wildcat, and he was a sleeping cheetah. Once he was already aroused, the prey he had in his sights wouldn’t have eluded him for long.

Lucia teased him further. She moved closer so that their bodies were pressed together almost seamlessly. She moved her hungry lips to Malcolm’s neck, where she began to suck on small red bruises. Once she was satisfied, she moved down to the man’s chest. She slipped her hands to the waistband of his pants, pulling him even closer. She stroked his c**k through the fabric of his pants, then she unzipped him and slipped her hand inside. Before she could do more, Malcolm stopped her.

” Enough! You’re playing with fire,” Malcolm said hoarsely. He grabbed her wrist, managing for the moment to restrain her and her own arousal.

” What’s wrong? Don’t you like it? Lucia asked, looking at him provocatively with raised eyebrows.

Rather than answer, Malcolm hugged her and quickly jammed the elevator’s only button. Without warning, he slammed Lucia against the elevator wall. She made a cry of surprise.

“Wow, look at you. Looks like you learned to be naughty,” Malcolm said with a hint of seduction in his voice.

Before Lucia could respond, Malcolm undid Lucia’s jeans and pulled them down below her butt. Then he pressed himself against her again, kissing her warmly while sliding a hand between her legs. Instinctively, Lucia tried to close her legs, but Malcolm opened them and continued to pleasure her.

Lucia was sensitive to his touch. She had wanted him for quite a while now, and the feeling of his fingers touching her most sensitive area satisfied her in ways she couldn’t imagine. It didn’t take long for Malcolm’s fingers to glow with his passion. She threw her head back and m****d, arching against his hand, begging him to continue. But Malcolm pulled his fingers away and brought his hand back to her chest, refusing to give in to her pleas. This was her punishment for what she had done earlier.

He pulled his lips away from hers, just placing k****s on her neck and sucking on her soft skin. He refused to stop until he left a red, bruised mark. Then he reached down and hooked his hands under the woman’s thighs. He lifted her onto his tiptoes, making sure to support her so she wouldn’t fall. He moved closer to her, as if he wanted to merge them into one person. He pressed his e******n against Lucia’s wet, sensitive area, but didn’t give her the satisfaction she needed.

A soft ding echoed around them.

The elevator has reached the top floor. Malcom lifted Lucia off her feet and carried her. She locked her ankles around the man’s waist and kneaded the skin of his neck under her palms. Malcolm fumbled to enter the password into the lock, then swipe the entry card. When the door finally unlocked, he shouldered it open, entered the room, and slammed it shut with enough force to lock it again.

As soon as the door closed, Lucia lowered herself to the floor, to begin energetically removing the buttons of Malcolm’s shirt. He barely managed to get her out of her jeans first. When the material tightened around her ankles, Lucia would step out of the jeans and throw them away.

As they moved further into the room, they stripped each other of the rest of their clothes. When they reached the bedroom, they were both naked. Malcolm took hold of Lucia’s h**s and slid his body between her legs. Just as he was about to take her, Lucia reached down and grabbed his erect p***s. Malcolm jumped, but didn’t stop her.

“Wild cat?” “, he said, uncertainly.

Lucia gave him a seductive smile before lowering herself and sliding her mouth over his velvety sheath. It was at this precise moment that Malcolm’s usual calmness disappeared. He felt his heart swell with joy, but even more, he was suddenly overcome by a wave of jealousy. Jealousy towards the man who Lucia once belonged to. The intense feelings of jealousy and pleasure coursed through Malcolm at an almost unbearable pace. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He roared, picked Lucia up, pushed her onto the bed and squatted over her.

Finally, he asked for her. The feeling was similar to coming home after a long day at work. And he enjoyed every second they made love. He settled into a steady, deep rhythm, which brought waves of pleasure to both of them. Lucia’s slow desire suddenly turned into a fire of burning desire. She could feel every nerve ending tingle with pleasure, as if it were spreading throughout her body, all the way to her feet.

Just as Lucia felt her passion building to an almost unbearable degree, Malcolm suddenly stopped. He pulled out, grabbed her h**s and rolled her over. Then he lowered himself onto the young woman’s back and began to f**k her from behind. Both m****d lowly, enjoying the sensation of the other. Malcolm’s hands moved down Lucia’s chest to grab her breasts. He worked his thumbs over her nipples until they were hard, puckered, and sensitive. He brought his lips to the woman’s earlobe and peppered it with k****s.

Lucia let out a loud m**n and reached up to tangle her fingers in Malcolm’s hair, pulling at the strands in the throes of her passion. She began to twist slowly, wanting to turn around. Understanding what she wanted, Malcolm helped her change positions.

The two pleasured each other for hours. It wasn’t until Lucia was about to collapse that Malcolm was finally satisfied. When they finally fell back onto the bed together, Malcolm didn’t get up to go to the bathroom like he usually did. Instead, he turned around and pulled Lucia into his arms, hugging her quietly for a moment.

“How many people have you offended?” » Lucia was the first to catch her breath and speak. She looked at him curiously, her eyebrows raised.

” Hmm? » Malcolm looked down at her, confused by her question.

“I almost died because of you,” Lucia said indignantly. Every time she thought about that night, she couldn’t help but feel scared.

“This will never happen again,” Malcolm said, looking at her seriously.

“I hope it’s the truth. I don’t like to live my life in terror,” Lucia said irritably.

“They only wanted to hurt you because you are the only woman who lives in my house. » Malcolm only told him part of the truth; he couldn’t tell her the real reason. And he couldn’t hide the trace of coldness that sparkled in his eyes.

But she disappeared as quickly as she came. His expression became calm again. He glanced at the ring on Lucia’s finger. His eyes closed and he clenched his jaw at the sight. Lucia shifted uncomfortably when she felt his intense gaze. She quickly wrapped the sheet around her body and stood up. She wanted to go to the bathroom to freshen up after their lovemaking.

“Wild cat…” Malcolm started to say, but stopped when Lucia spoke up.

“Don’t move… Stay there,” she said seriously.

Malcolm just chuckled softly. Lucia stared at her, then quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Her legs were still weak and shaky from their activities in the bedroom. She tightened her muscles so she wouldn’t feel like she was about to fall. She turned on the shower and quickly cleaned herself off. The warm water against her skin was soothing, washing away all the aches and pains from a wild s*x life.

She had to admit though that she was surprised that Malcolm had listened to her for once and let her shower without interrupting. When Lucia came out of the bathroom, she was surprised to find that Malcolm had already showered. He must have used one of the other rooms. Now he sits, leaning back against the bed, wearing a soft, clean bathrobe, reading the newspaper. He looked up when he heard Lucia opening the bathroom door. He gave her a small smile and patted the spot next to him.

Lucia walked over to him and sat down. As usual, Malcolm took the hairdryer and began to slowly dry Lucia’s hair. When it came to his own desires, Malcolm usually didn’t stop until he was completely exhausted and satisfied. But when he saw Lucia’s tired face and realized that her calf was still sore, he decided to let her go.

“Since when do I care what other people feel? » His gaze became darker. Such gentle feelings were not welcome in his world. He couldn’t let this happen again.

” What’s wrong? Lucia asked him when she realized he had become still.

“Let’s get married,” Malcolm said in a low voice.

” What? » The sound of the hair dryer partly drowned out Malcolm’s voice, preventing Lucia from hearing clearly what he was saying.

” Nothing. Once your hair is dry, we’re going to rest,” Malcolm said indifferently.

He continued to dry Lucia’s hair in silence for a few more minutes before running his fingers through her hair. Satisfied that they were dry, he put the hair dryer away and took the young woman in his arms. He settled them both on the bed, squirming slightly until he was comfortable. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep, filling the room with the sound of his steady breathing.

Lucia, on the other hand, was still very much awake. She stared into the yawning darkness, as if expecting to see a great beast appear. She definitely heard what he said earlier. She pretended not to have heard because she didn’t know how to respond. She was aware that Malcolm loved to pamper her and cater to her every whim and fantasy. But she didn’t know how he really felt about her. She wasn’t sure she could sense true love in his actions.

“Malcolm, do you love me?”

Do we necessarily need to be bound by marriage? Is this the only way for me to discover the truth and see the real you? »

As preoccupied as her brain was, Lucia ultimately couldn’t resist the impending embrace of sleep. She had been exhausted for a few days already, it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She was warm and felt perfectly safe in Malcolm’s arms. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was that she loved this feeling.