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He knows it, too, feels it. I can tell by the smirk against my lips.
Luca moves his lips to my throat, kissing up to my jawline then back down to my shoulder.
I let out a low moan and he bites there, rocking his hips forward and making me gasp out his name.
He pulls up his head suddenly, his green eyes unfocused at first but then clearing. They widen as he looks at me.
No. No no no.I don’t want this to end. Just a little more. I’ve missed a man’s touch so badly, that’s all. At least that’s what I choose to tell myself.
He pulls away, lowering me to the ground. He takes a few steps back.
My chest heaves as I try to get in a deep breath. I can’t look away from his piercing gaze. He looks pained, almost angry.
“Luca,” I start, but he holds up a hand, looking away.
I bite my lip. I want him. Want him badly, even now, even after…everything.
I would have let him take me against the wall in my prison cell.
I open my mouth to speak again and Luca turns and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The click of the deadbolt makes me want to scream.
14
LUCA
I don’t sleep, just sitting in the kitchen chair and staring at the closed bedroom door. I wonder if she’s undressed to sleep, if maybe her dress is lying on the floor instead of hugging her curves.
The idea of her naked under the sheets I’ve slept in makes my dick twitch and I groan, rubbing my hands across my face. I’m exhausted by the time daylight hits, and all I’ve done all night is wrack my brain to figure out how the hell to get out of this.
I don’t want to kill her. I want her to be telling the truth. But even if she is…
I don’t want to let her go.
Diego shows up a little after nine. I’m sure he’ll chalk it up to making sure Sophia is still secured, but I know he’s checking in on me. He’s not stupid. He knows I’m twisted up about this.
About her.
He steps into the hallway and I look over at him.
“You look like shit,” he says flatly.
I snort. “Thanks. Didn’t sleep.”
Diego nods. “I’ll take the day shift so that you can get some rest.”
Relief washes over me, loosening the tight muscles in my shoulders. I do need to sleep, even though I’m not sure I’ll be able to, given the conflicting emotions swirling through me, my racing thoughts.
I stand up, stretching with a yawn. “Alright. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
My stomach rumbles. I’d fed Sophia last night but not eaten myself. I’ll grab something to eat on the way back to the penthouse, black out the windows, and do my best to rest.
Diego takes my spot in the chair, crossing his legs and pulling a worn paperback out of his back pocket, and I feel confident that Sophia isn’t getting away on his watch. I’m also grateful that he’s not pushing, not asking more questions.
I can’t explain it to myself, much less to Diego.
I make it to my car before exhaustion washes over me, and I sit in the driver’s seat, head thrown back against the headrest, shoulders slumped. It’s been a long night. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I curse, pulling it out.
