Page 102 of Lunar Crest University

Oh, no. No.

“Come intomyfucking house. Threateningme.”Stab. “Trying to hurtmygirl. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

My entire body trembles as I watch him stab the guy over and over andoveragain. The sounds are horrid—the squelching of the knife plunging into him, his screams. It’s all haunting, imprinted in my brain forever. I’ll never be able to get those sounds out. And the blood—there’sso muchblood. It pours into the floor. It coats Luca’s hands… It’s everywhere. I can smell the iron in the air, and my stomach heaves.

Holy fuck.

He’s dead.

This guy is dead, and Luca just killed him.

I don’t know what horrifies me more: the fact that I just watched him stab a guy to death in a ghastly display of overkill, or the fact that I can feel the slick between my thighs from it. What. The.Fuck. He’s covered in this man’s blood, the blood that tinges the air and makes me feel sick to my stomach, stabbing him so many times that I can’t even imagine what the aftermath looks like. Forme. He killed him forme,and instead of running as fast as I can out the front door, I’maroused.

The guy finally falls to the ground as Luca stares down at him, his chest heaving. Blood soaks him from head to toe practically; it’s even speckled on his glasses as he slowly turns his head to look at me. He blinks slowly, like he’s processing what he just did, what I’ve just witnessed, and then, a look ofpanic shrouds his features. Dread. Horror. He’s moving through all the stages of grief as he stares at me.

“Finley,” he chokes out, his brows furrowing as he reaches up to scratch the back of his thumb against his forehead. Blood smears across his skin. “I…I-I couldn’t—I don’t?—”

Shushing him gently, I take careful, steady steps toward him. My hands tremble as I hold them out, careful not to freak him out any more as I get closer.

He’s still scratching his forehead in confusion before he stops—like he’s just now registering that he can feel the blood on his fingers. Bringing his hands out in front of him, he stares at them with a horrified expression before he jerks his head up to look at me again.

I take his hands in mine tentatively, but he yanks them away.

“The blood,” he mumbles. “There’s blood. Let me…clean. I need to clean. I don’t want you to see all?—”

My shoes squeak in the blood on the floor as I close the distance between us. This time, when I grab his hands, I don’t allow him to pull away from me, and he gapes down at me in bewilderment. He’s panicking, and I have no idea what the fuck I’m even doing, but I take his hand and place it against my chest. The crimson liquid streaks my sweater as I hold his hand there, but I don’t care. He needs me. I needhim.

His full lips part as I slide his hand down the valley of my breasts, the dead guy’s blood marking me in a way that should make me physically ill—but I can’t look away from Luca’s wide, brown eyes.

“I…” I trail off.

I don’t know. I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore.

All I know is he’s looking down at me with those teddy bear eyes, and I don’t have control. Control flies out the window with my sanity as I grip his damp shirt in my fingers and tug him down to me, smashing my lips into his with a whine.

“My hands,” he mumbles against my mouth. “Theblood?—”

“Touchme,” I plead.

An exasperated groan leaves him and reverberates into my lips as he kisses me deeply, his hands cupping my face for a moment before they travel down my body. His fingers grip my waist and hips, tugging me toward him until we’re pressed against each other. We’re a frantic mess as our tongues collide, fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths. Our feet slip in the dark liquid around us, but he catches his hand on the wall to keep us from falling.

He pulls me away from the body and the blood until we’re bumping into the stairwell, and he falls onto one of the steps, dragging me with him as we devour each other. I only break the kiss to hook my fingers on the hem of my sweater and tug it over my head, crashing into him again and wrapping my arms around his neck. He brushes my hair back over my shoulders before cupping the back of my neck, and I moan into his mouth.

“You’re crazy, baby,” he rasps, breaking the kiss as he looks down at my lips. “You know that? I fucking love it.”

“Off,” I say. “Your clothes. Take them off, Luca.Now. Please.”

He’s ripping them off in an instant as I kick off my boots like I can’t have him fast enough. As his shirt hits the floor, I’m already out of my pants. I’m bare before him, and he halts his movements as he soaks me in with heavy-lidded eyes. His fingers fumble with the button of his slacks, but I’m so impatient, I frantically tug at them until they’re down around his thighs and straddle him like my life depends on it.

His cock is rock hard as he watches me with pinched brows, staccato pants leaving his lips as I position his tip at my entrance with my hand and sink down onto him without hesitation.

“Holyfuck,” he whines.

I’m bouncing on his dick before he can even take a proper breath, moaning loudly as he matches my pace by thrusting hiships. His hands are in my hair, tugging me down to kiss my lips before he presses his forehead to mine. I brace myself on his chest, riding him as I gape down at him. He looks so fucking hot like this: sweaty and bloody beneath me as his eyes flutter in an attempt to stay open.

His curls recoil with every bounce, and the sound of our skin smacking against each other fills the room.

“You feel so good,” I whimper into his lips. “So big, Luca. I’m sofull.”

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