Page 54 of Sworn to My Heart
“Possessive much... we’re not even officially dating,” I say sarcastically.
Luca immediately grabs the robe from the floor as my body transforms back, and he quickly ties it around me, eager to cover my exposed body.
“You’re mine, Alin! I don’t define relationships, I declare them. You belong to me,” he announces possessively. Something about his statement makes me shiver with excitement, but at the same time, it also annoys me to my bones. I am not anyone’s possession. When will he understand that? They’re all crazy here.
“I am not yours! It doesn’t work like that!” I lie. I am his, and he knows it very well. But his attitude needs some correction.
Luca smirks arrogantly, “You’ve been mine from the second I laid my eyes on you.”
After everything we’ve been through, I don’t even have the strength to keep arguing with him so I sigh and look away.
Luca turns back to his brothers and reaffirms in his cold, familiar capo tone, “You keep the secret; no one says a word outside!” They immediately nod in agreement.
Luca sits back down on the couch and adds, “Now, there’s another matter we need to discuss.” Mariano and Pedro turn their attention to him instantly.
“Violeta,” he mentions, “Anita still hasn’t contacted me aboutwhere we can place her. Maybe we’ll put her in the club’s kitchen.” I slap the back of his head, just like Mariano did to Pedro earlier, at the sound of his idea.
“She’s a 10-year-old girl! How could you even think of the club?!” I scold him.
He turns his gaze to me with a half-threatening glance, “Anyone else who did that would end up without a hand. You’re lucky you look sexy right now in that robe.” His dismissive attitude, the threat, and the cold look in his eyes make me realize that the soft Luca has vanished, and the capo is resurfacing. It seems that only my appearance is on his good side when he’s in this state, not my opinions. It hurts, and I think he notices.
“She’ll help in the kitchen. She won’t go into the club areas. We don’t have any other place for her, and we can’t let her go,” Luca quickly adds, as if reading my thoughts, and I reluctantly nod in agreement. I still feel the sting of disappointment deeply etched within me. The blood drains from my body, and while I probably feel this strongly because today has felt more like a week - the longest, most exhausting week ever. But regardless, I’m overwhelmed with a sense of disappointment.
I’m Luca’s beautiful, sexy woman and I’m the capo’s weapon, but where is Alin? Maybe I’m overthinking and turning into a drama queen today?
I flash him a diplomatic smile, wishing I could disappear from the living room. But a barrage of questions from Pedro and Mariano immediately take me by surprise.
I can’t keep up and stop them, asking them to go one at a time. It seems fate doesn’t want me to rise from this couch just yet.
Mariano asks first, “So what exactly are you capable of?” Pedro straightens on the couch, looking like a curious little boy too.
“I control water, basically any liquid that contains water, and I also have my singing. Anyone who listens to my voice couldenter a kind of hypnotic state, they’ll do whatever I tell them without knowing or having control over it. That’s how my ancestors used to capture and hunt sailors on ships,” I say naturally, as if we’re discussing the weather, and they seem to absorb the information much better than I expected.
“So wait, if you can only control liquids, how did you manage to hurt Stas without touching him?” Pedro immediately asks, and I respond in the same tone, not surprised by the content of the questions,
“The human body is mostly liquid. I can control anything that contains water, I can freeze it, move it, and do whatever I want with it.” They look surprised and even a bit terrified.
“And do all mermaids have these abilities?” Pedro continues to ask.
“No, I belong to a royal lineage, as I mentioned. Only royal lineages have powers. That’s how they earned their respected place in the hierarchy. Although each one in the lineage has different powers,” I explain and quickly look at Luca, who no longer seems interested in all the information I’m throwing out in the room, or at least doesn’t show it. I wonder where his thoughts are drifting now, as I sit and explain to them what they insisted on knowing.
“So, can we take a break from the aquatic investigation here? I’d like to go rest now,” I announce, getting up from my seat and heading back to my room.
Mariano immediately shouts after me, “We forgot to ask the most important question, does Cora knows?” I freeze in place. Cora. I’ll have to tell her too. How did I forget about her?
“No and if anyone learns my secret, it should be from me and not you! Swear you won’t tell her!” I reply defensively, realizing my voice came out angrier than I intended when I see his confused expression.
“Cora will know when I find the right time to tell her,” I say more calmly and quickly disappear up the stairs, hearing them continue talking about me, but I ignore it.
I enter my room and collapse onto the large, enveloping bed. I open the robe and let the late afternoon breeze from the opened window wraps around my body. I run my hands over the neatly made sheets that the cleaner replaced and wonder what it would be like if I finally agreed to move into Luca’s room, to smell his scent on the sheets every day.
I close my eyes for what feels like an eternity, sure I’m dreaming, when suddenly I feel hands caressing my nipples in circular motions. I savor the touch, my eyes still closed. The touch feels familiar to me; I must be dreaming.
A tongue starts licking my nipple. I shudder with pleasure and then feel a sucking sensation. My body immediately comes to life. I open my eyes and see Luca, naked above me, looking at me with a spark in his eyes.
I want to resist him. I still haven’t decided how I feel about his behavior today. But his touch feels like ocean currents swirling over my body.
No one has ever touched me the way he does. With possessiveness, with confidence, fully aware of my body.
