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I shuddered, my orgasm already building inside me, and he hadn’t even moved yet. The feeling was immersive, consuming. We stayed there for a moment—Luca’s eyes closed in quiet rapture while my body adjusted to him.
And when his eyes opened again, all restraint was gone. What looked back at me was no man—only a beast, a predator burning with feral need.
And I welcomed it.
“I’m going to move now, Leila,” his voice was rough. “And I’m not going to be gentle. But if at any point you start to feel hurt—”
I reached out to cup his cheek. “Just fuck me, Luca.”
He didn’t hesitate. He lifted himself from me and slammed into me in one hard thrust, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Well, you asked for it.
Luca grabbed my hand and pinned it over my head as he started to thrust—harder, faster. Each movement was raw, unrestrained. Hepounded into me, grunting with every stroke, and I couldn’t hold back the cries that tore from my throat.
Good thing we were alone. I wouldn’t have been able to keep it down even if Ollie was in the next room. It felt so good. Like paradise.
My screams only pushed him further. He didn’t relent, each slam into me more ruthless than the last. And God, I loved it—every wild, merciless second of it.
The fire that had been burning in me for weeks was finally extinguished—by him. It was all the rage, all the frustration, all the tension that had been festering between us, finally breaking loose in the collision of our bodies.
He lifted himself and drove deep into my core. And that did it. I shattered.
My body writhed beneath him as I came, pleasure exploding through me in relentless waves. But he didn’t stop—he rode me through it, chasing the edge himself.
I felt him pulse inside me. He was close.
And with one final thrust, he came—groaning my name like it was the only word he knew.
Bliss. Pure, breathless bliss.
Luca collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I threaded my fingers through his hair, stroking gently as the tight muscles of his body began to relax. We didn’t speak, just lay there in the soft aftermath, our panting slowly fading into quiet breaths.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Luca’s POV
The next morning, my blissful sleep—perhaps the most peaceful I’d had in years—was cut short by the buzz of my phone.
Irritated, I reached for it and hit the answer button. “What, Charles?” My voice was still thick with sleep.
“Luca, you wouldn’t believe this, but…your mother is back.”
And just like that, any trace of sleep vanished from my eyes.
Your mother is back.
The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head, no matter how much I tried to shut them out.
I told myself I didn’t care. She was dead to me—and had been for twenty-one years. Still, I wondered. Why now? Why suddenly crawl out from whatever hole she’d been hiding in?
It didn’t matter. She was a ghost, and that’s all she’d ever be to me. And I refused to be bothered by the presence of a ghost.
The soft sound of Leila shifting against me pulled me out of the spiral. I dropped my phone on the nightstand and turned toward the sight that had once been the best part of every morning.
Five years ago, waking up to her was a privilege I never took for granted. How she would lie sprawled across my sheets, blonde hair awild halo across the pillows in a mess I’d made from fisting it while she screamed my name. Naked.
Beautiful didn’t begin to cover it.
