Page 31 of Killer Love

Luka flexes his jawline and looks down at me with hard, regretful eyes, struggling to form words of his own. I study his chiseled features for the first time since that night and I feel a soft quiver run through my toes.

“When Lucian laughs, I think of you,” I say. “When he smiles. When he speaks.” I step forward, standing so close to him our bodies touch. “I think of our time together and how you touched me—”

“Sofia, stop.”

“Nothing has ever compared to it. Nothing has ever made me feel the way you made me feel that night. I cling to the memory of you, Luka Lutrova.” I pause, inhaling a deep breath and he does the same. “Do you cling to the memory of me?”

“Yes,” he answers. His warm breath touches my cheek, igniting the blood beneath my skin.

I bite my lip, torn in half by fear and desire. There’s nothing I want more than to taste him again, to feel his rough hands on me, to—

Luka cups my face as I move forward into his embrace. His lips crush mine with a single, powerful kiss that lights my entire body on fire and I sense him burn with me.

I step back, holding him near me as he pushes me against the laundry machine. His hands slide down my body, caressing my breasts and curves, trailing down to grip my ass and pull me up to sit on the washer. A moan escapes my lips as the warm machine vibrates beneath me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I taste his tongue.

His thick hands push beneath my collar, forcing the dress straps down my shoulders and his lips attack my skin. Every kiss strikes a match. It burns me until I can’t breathe, but I still beg for one more spark.

“Luka…” I say his name with smiling lips, overwhelmed by the dream inside of me bursting to come out.

His hands push beneath my skirt, between my thighs. I grab his belt, pinch his zipper. I feel powerful, wiser than the inexperienced girl I used to be. He feels mature, harder and firmer, but his lips taste just as sweet.

He hooks my panties and pushes them aside to expose me. I slip a hand into his trousers and press my palm against his hard length. We both pause, breathing hard. A feeling tears me apart inside, but this isn’t guilt I’m feeling. It’s passion and lust and purpose and everything in-between.

Luka touches me with a single finger. He draws a line between my folds, putting firm pressure against my clit and my entire core twitches. A caress. A tease. A look of hesitation on his face.

“Do it…” I beg, our lips entwined.

Luka pushes a thick finger inside of me and my entire body vibrates with need. He clamps his mouth over mine to silence my inevitable moans. I grind my hand against his cock and a growl escapes his throat. I quiver and shake, feeling my wetness coat his finger as he slides it in and out of me.

I push his briefs down. One finger isn’t enough. I need to feel more of him. I need him inside of me again. I need him to take me and make me—

“Sofia!”

Rosalie appears in the dark doorway, her eyes wide open and full of shock.

Luka steps back, retreating his hand while I push my skirt down and hop off the washer.

“Rosalie!” I force a smile, swallowing the heat down my throat. “I, uh—”

She darts backward into the hallway, lowering her eyes as she slams the door behind her.

“Shit…” I breathe. I rush to the door, prepared to chase her down, but I turn to Luka with fear.

“Go,” he says as he adjusts his belt.

I pull the door open and run, following Rosalie’s shadow around the corner toward her room. “Rosalie, wait…”

She picks up her pace until she’s hidden away behind her bedroom door. I follow her inside, and she barely keeps it together before I close the room behind us.

“Sofia, what are you doing?” she snaps. “Are you insane?”

“I’m sorry—” I stop the apology, realizing that I feel no remorse over the act. “It’s not what it looks like…”

“It looks like you and Mr. Lutrova were—”

“Shhh! Keep your voice down,” I say. “Rosalie… you can’t tell anybody about what you just saw.”

Her eyes grow wide. “But Gio should know—”

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