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I push up into a sitting position as I grind myself on him, one hand on his chest and the other cupping my breast. His eyes are a lusty haze as he peers up at me, looking everywhere, as if he can’t get enough of the sight of me. As I start to bounce on him once more, his mouth pops open on the edge of a moan as his forehead crinkles into a look I wish I could frame.

“You’re perfect.”

“Yeah?” I tease, digging my nails into his chest.

“Fuck yes.”

His bloody hands streak my hips as he holds onto me, tugging me down harshly every time I lift off him. He’s fucking me so hard, I can hardly breathe. My strangled moans filter through my lips, and I can feel my cunt clenching around him as my orgasm looms.

“Make me come,” I mewl, leaning over to cradle his head in my hands as I bury his face into my neck. “I’m so close, baby.Please.”

He presses tiny kisses against my neck that turn into an assault with his tongue, lapping and licking all the way up to my ear, where he rasps, “Te amo.”

My pace falters as I pull away from him, but he doesn’t stop relentlessly fucking me. My thumbs brush against his cheeks as I frown meekly down at him.

Did he just say?—

“Fuck, Finley,” he groans, and his warm gaze melts over me as he reaches up to caress my parted lips. “I love you. Do you hear me? Iloveyou.”

Stars speckle my vision as my orgasm consumes me, and as I fall into his chest, his hips jerk unsteadily as he comes too. My eyes prick with tears from the overwhelming emotions that threaten to swallow me whole, but he puts both hands on my face, forcing me to look at him as we finish together. I rise and fall on his body as he breathes heavily, watching his long eyelashes swipe at his cheekbone every time he blinks up at me.

I know he’s probably sick of my crying, but I’m a mess.

All the time, I am just a chaotic mess.

Warm, salty tears streak my skin, falling on his chest in pink drops from the blood that resides on my face.

“I love you,” I croak. “So much.”

He’s looking at me like I might crack, like the floodgates might burst any second and the clarity of what has just occurred will wash over me. I think I’m waiting for it myself, but it never comes. Am I just so consumed by him, I’m willing to turn a blind eye to everything else? Or am I just as crazy as he is?

I don’t know how to make sense of this. I don’t think there’s a way I can. He has saved my life once again. He’s always protecting me. He…lovesme.

“Tell me again.”

He brushes my hair back. “I love you,Princesa.”

My heart swells so big, I have to fight back a gasp.

Collapsing into him, I’ve never felt safer than I do now, wrapped in his burly arms. His lips pressing kisses into my hair. His fingers tickling my back as he caresses me soothingly. The way he holds me makes me feel like everything will be okay.

I’m crippled without that feeling.

My cheek presses into his warm chest, and I close my eyes.

Everything will be okay.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

LUCA

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 17TH, 2023

Finley’s naked body is tangled in my bed sheets, the sun shining through the window, illuminating her porcelain skin as she snoozes softly. Her raven-colored hair is a wavy mess on my pillows since she went to bed with it still wet from our shower, and she has sleep lines on one of her round cheeks from her slumber.

I can’t believe she stayed.

I thought I’d fucked it all up for sure last night after I killed that fucker downstairs, but my anger just took over. I was blinded with rage that anyone would think they could take her from me, and he was so smug about it. The knife was going into his stomach repeatedly before I could even blink twice. When the cloud of red lifted from my eyes, I realized what I’d done.

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