Page 74 of Lunar Crest University

Luca loosens his tie as he stares at me, but he says nothing.

“Who is he?” I push. “How do you know him?”

“I worked with him, too.”

“So, you and Rosco and…Javier,” I pause, taking a deep breath. “You all worked together?”

He nods faintly, tossing his tie on the bed as he leans forward, placing his palm against my comforter for balance. I’m hyper-aware of just how close he is to me, but I lift my chin slightly as I force myself to remember that I need the truth.

“At the job that I’m better off not knowing about.”

He tilts his head as his eyebrows furrow. “Yes.”

Bullshit.

“And what now?” Letting go of my knees, I slide off the bed to put some distance between us. It’s the only way I’m going to be able to stay strong. “Are you going to send him away too? How many people should I expect to pay me a visit, Luca? Hmm?”

He’s snatching my wrist before I can walk toward the other side of the room, yanking me back over as his hands rest on my waist to hold me between his legs as he stares up at me. How I’m able to keep a moan from slipping through my lips is unknown, because the flutter between my legs is pitiful. My body betrays me as my pussy clenches around nothing.

“I’m serious,” I say, but my voice says otherwise as it falters. “Am I going to have to constantly be looking over my shoulder? Is he going to try and find me in an alley alone too?”

His hands slide further up my torso, gripping my ribs as he gazes pleadingly up at me, and the tiniest gasp slips through my lips as he touches one of my most ticklish spots.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he breathes. “No one.”

I frown tentatively. “You think he wants to hurt me?”

“He’s not going to hurt you,amor.”

“But you can’t be sure of that,” I rasp, biting down harshly on my bottom lip to keep it from trembling at the thought.

“I am.”

A whine escapes me. “How?”

He presses a kiss between my breasts atop my shirt, but his eyes never leave mine. I hold my breath as I watch him with heavy-lidded eyes, my hands resting on his shoulders to keep myself from melting into the floor. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek, circling the back of my neck as he pulls me down to him, and his lips hover over mine—barely grazing them.

“Because if he comes near you again, I’m going to rip his fucking throat out.”

It’s a terrifying statement, because I don’t know if he really means that. Could he really do that to someone? Rip their…throat out? It should be terrifying in the sense that it should scare me to death that he could possibly be serious, but it doesn’t. It terrifies me that as soon as the words leave his mouth, I have to squeeze my thighs together for any sort of friction. I can feel the dampness against my skin from how wet I am.

And that is absolutelyterrifying.

“You’d do that?” I rasp, my lips caressing his soft ones as I speak.

“What do you think?”

He did point a gun at Rosco. Heownsa gun.

“I…” Trailing off, I shake my head aimlessly. I’m not sure what I think anymore. There is no sound mind here, not right now. Not when I need him so badly, my legs are shaking.

His dark eyes stare at my lips before he brings his nose down to my jawline, softly dragging it up to my chin as he places a tiny kiss there. “Tell me,Princesa. Does it scare you that I could possibly be capable of doing something like that?”

“Not nearly as much as it should.”

His lips capture mine with a low groan rumbling in the back of his throat, and a sweet sigh of relief leaves mine. I lean against him as I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his messy hair. His hands slide down my body, gripping the backs of my thighs as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him. I don’t even care how desperate I seem as I roll my hips into the erection straining in his slacks.

My skirt fans out around my thighs, and his hands slide underneath as his fingers dig into my skin. I’m grinding against him eagerly as he kisses me, moans rolling off our tongues as they collide together. Pressing his thumb to my clit, he massages me through my panties, and I break the kiss as my head falls back. My teeth bite into my bottom lip as he rubs firm circles against me, and my impatient thrusts into his touch are sloppier now.

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