Page 95 of My Pucking Crush

“Sounds like it’s beendiscussed.”

“My security team checked the locker room and other common spaces for bugs just to nail them.”

Teams spying on each other happened before, so I’m not shocked to hear this.

I study Luca. “Is there anything you’re not telling me? For my own good, perhaps?”

I have enough to deal with. I trust Luca and the additional security they hired will keep me safe the second I step foot out of this apartment. Playing and winning are my job. I don’t try to play every position. I don’t try to be the coach. Sure, I mentor. Sure, I collaborate. But I stay in my lane.

That includes letting the protection team keep me and the rest of us safe.

“Luca?” I stand up and position myself in front of him. God, I can use his lips around my cock right now.

He grabs my belt and pulls me onto his lap, the sharpness of the move, the sudden loss of balance hits me like a blow. Strikes a nerve of being manhandled as a kid.

My legs tense, and I fight to get off him, but he holds me down.

“Hey,” he says, keeping me in place with the kind of strength that shocks me.

Maybe it’s a center of gravity thing. I have a few inches on him and more muscle. He’s finely cut too, just leaner. But this hold he has on me has my teeth grinding.

“Let me go,” I mutter.

“Look at me,” he says sharply. “It’s me. Not anyone else.”

Fighting ghosts from my past, I give in and look at him. I worry I’ll see Uncle Harris. And that will set me back.

Luca sings to me softly. In Russian. The sexy sultry timbre of a foreign language steals my breath.

“What... What did you just sing to me?” I ask, myvoice devoid of emotion.

“No man will ever hurt you again, baby.”

“You can’t make that promise. I’m bound to get another stick in the face—”

He grips my collar and pulls my mouth close to his. “I meant in the despicable way that animal uncle touched you.”

That I believe. Because I’ll fight off anyone who tries to assault me. I doubt anyone would even try, given the monster I’ve turned into.

“I want to get past that. I know you need more from me emotionally,” I choke up.

“I’m willing to wait. But you need to know...” Luca continues. “I like it rough. I like to be rough. I want you to get comfortable with that.”

“Rough how?” I stupidly ask.

“Do you really want to know?” He grins wickedly.

“Yes, but kiss me first,” I answer, needing his lips.

He devours me. But it’s sensual and loving. Something I didn’t think two men could do because we’re both so aggressive. But it works between us.

Luca glances at his watch. “It’s not too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“We can take a drive to my club.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Club? Are you crazy? I can’t let anyone see me there.”

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