Page 57 of His Kidnapped Queen
After a few moments, I collect myself, taking in deep, shaking breaths through my nostrils and blowing them out of my mouth.
I breathe out a sigh of relief, but then a wave of exhaustion threatens to take me under. I’d barely slept the night before,my mind and body at war with each other. It’s not like that’s changed, but talking to Rosa, knowing she is all right, has done wonders for me.
I think I can actually sleep for a few hours. But I can’t sleep next to Luca. I grab a blanket and a pillow. I drape them on the floor and lie down on my side, but the hardwood hurts my hip. I grunt and roll over, but then it’s my back that feels too straight, somehow.
After what seems like hours of tossing and turning, I get up with a groan, climbing back into bed. Fuck it. He’s too asleep to try anything, and I guess he wouldn’t, anyway. He was the one who had pulled away the last time. I’d been ready to let him do anything to me.
I wrinkle my nose in disgust at myself and turn toward the door, scooting as far away from him as I can. My eyelids feel heavy as I close them, and I’m out in moments.
When I wake, there’s no sunlight coming in through the blinds, and Luca Rossi, big bad mob boss, is wrapped around me like a koala, his face pressed against the nape of my neck.
He breathes out a grunt as I wiggle, his arms tightening around me. It takes me a few half-asleep moments to realize the hardness pressing against my ass is his dick. I flush all over, cursing my half-Irish heritage again. At least he’s still asleep and can’t see how much this is affecting me.
His breath hot against my neck makes my skin pop out in goosebumps and I wriggle again, trying to get out of his grasp. Nothing. He doesn’t even stir.
“Luca,” I hiss, pushing at his arms.
He murmurs something against my skin and I have to choke back a moan as he rolls his hips. My dress has bunched up around my hips as I slept, and there’s nothing but the fabric of his slacks separating his dick from my thong and bare cheeks.
He could lift up my leg, free himself, and almost slide right in. God, I want that. I want him, but this is ridiculous. He kidnapped me. He hates me. We’re on opposing sides.
It has to be hormones. Some kind of biological instinct. My body knows that we have perfect offspring like Rosa, that’s all it is. Ithasto be.
Because I’m not crazy enough to fall in love with a mobster. Not after the way I was raised.
"Luca!” I say again, louder, and he snorts awake, pulling away from me like he’s going to get burned. It’s almost offensive.
“Fuck,” he curses, his voice low and thick with sleep, making a thrill rush down my spine. “What time is it?”
I swallow hard, ignoring the heat pooled between my legs. “How would I know? You took my phone.”
He grunts and sits up. I can’t see him, only feel the movement of the bed. I don’t dare turn around. He’ll see it in my eyes.
Luca stands and pulls on his shirt, buttoning it only halfway while scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t look at me.
“You’re leaving?”
“It’s nine in the evening. I’ve slept all day. I’ve got work to do.”
“Thought you said you didn’t trust anyone to watch me but you.”
“I just need a couple of hours. Diego will be here.”
Diego.I remember him. Stoic, terrifying, arms locked around me as he dragged me to that Escalade. Great.
I open my mouth to snark something else, and then he unlocks the door, jerks it open, and leaves. The click of the deadbolt makes fury wash all over me.
How dare he? How dare he lay here, looking like he does, pressing his erection against my ass? I know I shouldn’t want him, but he knows I do. He can see right through me. But he hates me. I hate him too.
Don’t I?
I tell myself I’m mad because there’s less chance of escaping with Diego. But really, am I just mad because he can’t possibly want me as much as I want him?
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LUCA
I rub a hand across my face instead of putting it through my hair. I slept like a rock next to Sophia, and I don’t want to think about why that is. I had to get the fuck out of there.
