Page 71 of Killing Emma

“Broken redheads are,” I quip, rolling to face him. “I don’t understand what we’re doing, Luca.”

His golden-brown eyes search mine, our noses brushing. “I don’t know. I don’t know that I care, either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I furrow my brow, already feeling my defenses come up.

“It means I know this is crazy,” he chuckles. “I know that I was supposed to drop you in the woods, but instead, I’m harboring you now—and there’s no going back from that. I don’t want to, and I’m sorry for today. I just… I needed to blow off steam. Everything builds up and then I need release. Just one of those days. But I’ll find another way to deal with it for now.”

I study his face, wondering what happens when Luca doesn’t get his release. Would he explode and kill me? Somehow, I doubt it. For all the attempted murders, I trust that he wouldn’t. Of course, I trusted that Jared wouldn’t try to kill me either.

Ugh.

“You’re not okay, are you?” Luca’s words come out so painfully soft.

I meet his gaze and force a smile. “Just a lot going on at the moment.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, no kidding. But as soon as I’m here with you, all the outside shit fades away. All I see is you, Little Red.”

My stomach rocks at his words. “For now.”

“Forever.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I think we’re moving too fast then. I’ve only been out of the basement a week.”

“Time is irrelevant to me,” he murmurs, dragging me toward him.

I wish. It’s everything to me. Nineteen days.

I suck in a breath as he lifts himself onto me, situating himself between my legs. His cock presses against my pussy, our clothes the only thing standing in the way. My hips innately rock against him, and the rampaging thoughts begin to grow quiet.

And fuck, I want him.

I thread my fingers around the back of his head and pull his mouth to mine, locking him into a sultry kiss. He groans as I bite at his lower lip, desperate to make the silence last. Maybe time would be irrelevant to me, too, if I could spend every waking moment in Luca’s arms. I’d never fear him betraying me then.

His tongue caresses mine as his hands slide down my sides, tugging my shorts down around my hips. He lets out a muffled sigh of approval as he realizes there’s no underwear with them. Luca tosses my shorts somewhere to the side, his lips still on mine, as he goes for my shirt, peeling it off my body.

Our mouths break apart as the shirt slips between us, and we hang there for a moment, our gazes interlocked. He runs a thumb along my bottom lip, and I close my eyes to the sensation, lingering in it for as long as I can. Luca is surrounded with violence, but he’s the only person who washes it all away and brings with it a feeling of peace.

His lips brush my collarbone as his hands find my hips, running over my skin like he’s desperate for me. And I’ll pretend that he is. He dips to my chest, groaning as he kisses my breasts and then sucks my nipple into his mouth. Almost every time we fuck, he chokes me, but tonight…

Things feel different.

“You’re gorgeous, Little Red,” he murmurs into me before sucking my nipple into his mouth. My back arches beneath him, and my fingers find his hair. His soft, damp locks tickle my fingertips as I squirm beneath his mouth, my hips rocking as my pussy aches to be graced by him.

But he takes his time, worshiping me with touches and kisses as he lowers, his heavy hands resting on my thighs now. The covers of the bed are somewhere behind him, and the chill of the air leaves goosebumps in his wake.

Luca plants a kiss on my inner thigh, and my legs begin to tremble with anticipation for what’s to come. He chuckles darkly, and then buries his head between my legs, giving me everything I want all at once.

A sultry moan escapes from my throat as he runs his tongue around my clit, his fingers toying with my pussy’s entrance. I rock against him, desperate for me. For all of him.

He finally pushes two fingers inside of me and I nearly come undone at the satisfaction it brings. I gasp for air, my chest heaving as he draws me closer to the edge. His free hand glides up my body until he reaches my chest. He squeezes my nipple, and that’s all it takes to send an orgasm crashing through me.

“Luca,” I moan out, barely registering it as the walls of my pussy pulse around him. He kisses my thighs as he lifts away, never even giving me the chance to come down before his cock presses into me, catching the end of my high.

“You’re always so fucking tight,” he growls, thrusting into me. My eyes flutter open to meet him, and my chest is rocked by what I see. What I feel. Maybe there’s something more between us. Maybe this is more complicated than sex to pass the time.

Maybe I do have real feelings for him.

Luca dips his head to meet my lips, giving me a taste of myself. I latch onto his shoulders, holding him there against me. He threads his hand behind my neck, allowing our bodies to press against each other without the weight of him crushing me.

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