My teeth and had been clattering and my body had been shivering by the time Luca finally came in and pulled me out of the shower. I let him dry me and dress me in just an oversized t-shirt of his as if I were an invalid child. I didn’t start crying again until I was sitting on the edge of the bed and Luca Benetti came out of the bathroom with my hairbrush. He climbed behind me on the bed, and when he started brushing the tangles from my damp hair, my body shook with heartbreaking sobs.
How can evil have a loving side?
Luca didn’t say a word as I cried. He simply brushed my hair and secured it in a bun on top of my head once it was free of tangles.
My soul shattered and wept like a thousand angels had been slaughtered when Luca bent his head and began placing kisses on the back of my neck and the bare curve of my shoulders. His left hand reached around and snaked up my neck until he was holding my head back, baring my neck in an offering only a crazy person would approve of.
In a matter of a day, I’ve been subjected to so many cataclysmic emotions, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling anymore. Horror, anger, pain, heartbreak, fear, confusion…they were now all just one jumbled mess and it felt like I was losing my mind.
And now Luca’s lips were ghosting over my right ear, and he whispered the words I knew were coming but wasn’t ready to face. “What’s it going to be, baby?” he asked as his right hand reached underneath my arm to cup my right breast. “Do I help you pack and call Emilio to escort you back to your apartment? Or are you going to spread your legs for me so my fingers can fill that tight, warm pussy of yours?”
God, help me, I spread my legs for him.
It was sick and I hated this man right now, but I wanted to feel good. I wanted something-anything to drown out the horrors I just endured. I wanted to get outside of my own head, and I knew, from experience, that Luca’s talents in the bedroom could do just that. Was I using him? Maybe. But he owed me. He damaged me in a way that was irreparable, and it was only right that he be the one to try to fix me.
His hand slid down my stomach and his fingers easily slipped inside my body and my back collapsed against his chest. His hot breath warmed my neck and I felt like I was being ripped in two. One half screaming at me to run, and the other half begging me to stay.
I pushed my hips forward, trying to drown out reality, but Luca wouldn’t let me. As his hands played with my body, he said, “If anyone ever hurt you, Remy…if anyone ever touched one hair on your head, what you saw earlier will be nothing compared to what I would do to them.” A sob tore from my throat because he wouldn’t let me forget. And I just wanted to forget. “There’d be nothing left of them to bury by the time I got done with them,” he spat viciously against my cheek, his fingers diving deep into my core as his other hand pinched at my nipple. “And I lied,” he continued, and whatever was left of my heart splintered into a million irretrievable pieces.
I knew.
I knew in that moment what he lied about.
Luca slid another finger into my body and the wet noises echoing in the room added to the shame of it all. “I was never going to let you go, Remy,” he said, confirming my worst fears. Or maybe my greatest hopes. I didn’t know anymore. I couldn’t trust what I was feeling because I felt broken. “I’ll never let you go,” he added. “I will never let you be free of me because I’ll never be free of you.” Luca pulled his fingers from my body and, grabbing my hips, placed me on my feet and turned me around to face him.
I closed my eyes, tears falling, and gave up.
My entire resolve crumbled in weakness and desire and confusion.
When I opened my eyes, Luca was looking at me like he was in love with me. He was looking at me like nothing else in the world existed. He was looking at me in a way I knew no one else ever would.
His hands went to the hem of my shirt, and he slipped it over my head, leaving me naked before him. I stood there as he started removing his clothes. With each garment discarded, Luca would lean forward and press his lips to my flesh.
A kiss on my stomach.
A kiss on my waist.
A kiss on my breast.
I had to take a step back when he finally stood up to remove his pants. When he stood before me completely naked, he reached out and cradled the back of my head, bringing my lips to his. And in the final showmanship of ownership, in the final stamp of approval, in the final bid for dominance, he said, “Get on your knees, Remy.” His lips skimmed my cheek as they traveled to my ear. “Get on your knees, baby, and suck my dick until you swallow every last fucking drop.”
I dropped to my knees.
I wrapped my hand around as much as I could and took him into my mouth and as far down my throat as possible. He rumbled out his approval from above me, but I didn’t look up to see the satisfaction. I worked his cock with my hand and mouth and lost myself in the pleasure it brought me. It
