Page 70 of Killer Love

“I tried to run away once,” I say, my chest clenching. “I was twelve. Eleven, maybe. A guard grabbed me before I could get outside the wall. He dragged me back and threw me on the floor of Antony’s study.”

“Sofia…”

“Antony took off his belt and…” I swallow hard. “The last thing I remember was looking up and seeing a crowd of people in the doorway. Beatrix, the boys. House staff. None of them helped me. They just stood there and watched with these… stone cold faces.”

Luka kisses my shoulder.

“I woke up face down on my bed a few hours later,” I continue. “My skin felt like fire. There was a chain around my ankle. They wouldn’t let me out for weeks. Beatrix escorted me to the bathroom, brought me meals. Rosalie wasn’t allowed to see me. All I could do was stare at the wall. Then, one morning, Beatrix came in with my breakfast, and I smiled. The next time she came, I smiled again. I kept smiling until the chain went away. Eventually, my door was unlocked, too. I resumed my studies. I did my chores. I served my family with a smile.” I look at Luka, his eyes heavy with sympathy and anger. “They thought they’d broken me, but I was just waiting.” My lip quivers. “I was waiting for you, Luka Lutrova.”

He wraps his arms around me, not wanting to hear anymore. I cling to him, painful echoes melting away as he crushes his lips on mine.

“Let me stay,” I whisper. “Please don’t let them send me back.”

“I won’t,” he says, kissing me again. “I promise.”

I turn onto my back, and Luka settles between my open thighs. My mind is weak and exhausted, but my body still aches with desire for him. I can feel the same on his lips, in his touch. We could fall asleep in each other’s embrace now and wake up even more in love, but years of waiting make it impossible to stop.

Luka aligns himself as I cradle his hips with my thighs. His cock presses along my slit, but he doesn’t enter me yet. He waits, leaving tender kisses on my lips as he teases me with his tip.

For years, I’ve wondered how love was supposed to feel. I’ve only ever been used and discarded until now. I don’t feel the same way with Luka. I feel appreciated. I feel powerful. I could ask him to stop, and he would. I could ask him to pleasure me again, and he would. He could ask anything of me, and I would provide it knowing how good he’d make it feel for me, too.

“Take me,” I say, our lips grazing.

He wants to, I can feel it in his kiss, but still, he holds back.

“Please, Luka. Take me.”

Luka chuckles at my torment. He shifts his hips, purposefully rubbing my most sensitive places. I gasp as pleasure builds inside, and he steals every breath with a new kiss.

“You’re so beautiful when you moan,” he says with a smirk.

“Then, you should make me do it again.”

“Oh, trust me,” he growls. “I will.”

We laugh, our mouths and bodies crushed together. He reaches between us, taking hold of his shaft as I position my legs a little wider. His tip parts my folds, and I bite my lip as another wave of pleasure invades.

Luka teases me a final time before thrusting inside.

Tears instantly spring to my eyes, but I feel no pain. I feel love. Quivering, aching love in every inch of my body as he moves in and out of me. I dig my nails into his back, unable to stop as passion takes over.

He groans from the depths of himself. His hips pulse between my thighs. Our bodies bounce on the bed, grinding together as heat builds between us.

I moan for him, and only him. “Luka.”

He gives me all of him. Each thrust brings me closer to my fall. I close my eyes as my entire body crumbles beneath him.

“Luka—!”

He covers my mouth with his hand. I cry out against his palm as my climax hits harder than ever. His body goes tense as he comes with me, spilling inside until we’re both wet and shaking. Every muscle trembles. Sweat dips off his brow onto mine. He removes his hand from my mouth and kisses me, refusing to stop until we both beg for air.

Luka collapses against my breast. Our hearts pound with a steady rhythm, syncing together as I run my fingers through his hair.

“This is how it should have been,” he says after a while. He gently raises his head and looks me in the eye. “That night in the garden.”

“Maybe,” I say, smiling. I take his hand, and he entwines our fingers. “But I wouldn’t change a thing if it meant I could have this every night until the end.”

Luka pulls my hand closer. “As you wish,” he whispers as he kisses my knuckles.

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