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I’ve never felt closer to him than I do right now.

I’ve never felt… Ohshit.

His hand comes down between us, his thumb pressing against my clit as he slows his strokes. My pussy clenches around him almost immediately, and the intense pressure feels like I could explode at any second now.

“Oh, you’re gonna make mecome,” I whimper.

“Fuck, yes.Dámelo. Come for me and milk my cock. I want to fill you up,Princesa.” His staccato pants are so fucking hot as he bucks his hips, thrusting into me fully, in and out, in andout.“Fucking need it.”

“Yes, yes,yes. Right there.Fuck.”

My voice is strained and desperate as I moan, sucking in a breath and holding it. His thumb applies the perfect amount of pressure as he gives me one hard, final stroke, and I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut. My orgasm racks through me violently, and I writhe underneath him as his cock twitches inside my throbbing cunt. I can feel his hot ropes of cum shooting into me as he collapses on top of my chest, moaning loudly as I cradle his head against me.

My heartbeat feels like an earthquake as it thrashes against my sternum, and his heart reverberates just the same. I hold him to my chest, where I’m sure he can hear just how harshly it’s beating, running my fingers through his damp hair as I pant tiredly.

Coming down from my high this time is different.

It’s like a veil has been lifted, a thick fog disappearing, allowing me to see clearly for the first time in a long time. Like I can breathe, even though I’m still trying to catch my breath. A strange clarity washes over me, and chills erupt across my sweaty skin.

I think I’ve fallen in love with him.

And that scares me more thanheever could.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

LUCA

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 12TH, 2023

The same black SUV has been parked at the end of Finley’s street every single night for the past week. It sits far enough away from the street lamps so I can’t see anything through the tinted windows, and it has me on fucking edge. I’vebeenon edge since the night Javier came into her work before I got there to pick her up.

Javier is an unpredictable son of a bitch. You never know exactly what his next move is, but that’s because he has a few screws loose in that big ass head of his—he probably doesn’t even know what his next move is until he decides it right then. The epitome of a psychopath who kills people to scratch the itch he gets. He only had me as his hitman because he didn’t have the patience or the ability to cover his tracks. Because he’s fucking unhinged.

I need to get Finley out of town again.

The only possible way for me to make that happen without it seeming obvious is to invite her up to my mother’s home for a few days. We can head out after classes are through on Fridayand stay for the weekend—she’ll never agree to it if it involves her missing even more of her classes. I’ll just say I was already planning on going and that I wanted her to tag along. Meetmi mamáand my sisters.

She won’t say no, not if she thinks I want her to meet my family. I know I’ve got her wrapped around my finger, as shitty as that is to say. I hate that I’ve stooped as low as using her feelings toward me to my advantage, but it really is for her safety.

I just need time, time to distance her from the shitshow long enough to figure out my game plan.

Hurrying up the concrete steps toward her front door in one swift movement, duffle bag slung over my shoulder, and my knuckles rap against the wood as I wait for it to open. She didn’t have to work tonight, so I decided to come over and surprise her with a sleepover. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her more content. I may be using her feelings for me in ways she doesn’t know about, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings of my own. I’ll do just about anything to put that sweet smile on her face. Or maybe it’s just my ego inflating to know I’m the one who can put it there.

The door opens, and that same cheeky smile greets me. Her face is completely bare, and an aching pang jolts through my chest at how beautiful she is. Her raven-colored hair is pulled back in a low, wavy ponytail with a few strands framing her face, and she dons a raggedy old shirt and sweatpants I wouldn’t bat an eye about on anyone else. But her…Fuckme, she’s an enigma in anything she wears.

“Hi,” she breathes sweetly.

“Care for a sleepover?”

Finley hums teasingly. “Ooo, girl’s night?”

“If that’s what you want,” I say, quirking a brow.

Her head cocks up at me as she gives me a pointed look. “You’d have a girl's night with me?”

“Sí, Princesa.”

“You have no idea what you’re signing up for.” She steps aside and opens the door further for me. “But come on in.”

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