Page 36 of His Win (His Obsession 3)

LUCA

The moment I saw her step foot inside of my home, her home, I knew I would do it all again, and more, to have this woman. I'd give up everything. My business. My honor. My life. I couldn't escape the truth of that any longer. I would do whatever it took, kill whoever I had to, to keep her with me. My vita. Somehow, she'd crawled under my skin and burrowed her way into the deepest parts of me. She was mine.

And I was hers.

More tears filled her eyes until they shone like a stormy sea. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.

"I'm only giving you the truth you asked for, amore."

"It's too late for your truth," she sneered at me. "You've ruined me, Luca. Destroyed my life. My family. You used me. Forced me to share your bed..."

"And you fucking liked it."

She stiffened, and then she came at me with wild eyes, her small fists swinging at my face. And because a sick part of me enjoyed this side of her, I let her get in a few good hits before I grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back, then hauled her against my body so she could feel how much I'd missed her as I dragged her down the hall, away from her parents’ room. "How is this my fault, amore? I did not rape your mother. Nor did I beat your father to a bloody pulp. And you stayed in my bed willingly enough once I made you come."

"None of this would've happened if it wasn't for you," she seethed. "You're the one who brought me here! You and your petty games of revenge! My sister is dead! Why couldn't you have just left her that way? Why!" She struggled against me, trying to work her wrists loose from my grip. "Instead, you had to bring her back through me. Flaunt me in front of your brother. And now he's lost what was left of his mind. He went after my parents, Luca! My fucking parents!"

The only thing she managed to accomplish by fighting me was to envelop me in her scent and make my cock fucking hard. "If it wasn't for me, you never would've known what happened to her. She'd be lying in an unmarked grave in Mexico with no one to mourn her."

"I wish I'd never met you!" she gritted out. "You're a selfish son of a bitch. And I hate you!"

I narrowed my eyes. "You hate me?"

"Yes!"

A smile teased the corners of my mouth. "Should I take you to my room and show you how much of a liar you are, amore?"

She struggled some more. "Let me go, you bastard." Pulling back as far as she could, she spit in my face.

We both went utterly still. A deadly calm came over me as her eyes went wide with fear. I heard a clock tick somewhere down the hall. The front door opened and closed downstairs.

Her voice was hushed. "Luca...I didn't mean..."

"Oh, I think you did," I said quietly.

She shook her head, her blonde hair falling over her face and brushing the tops of her breasts. "No. No, I didn't. I just..."

I wiped my cheek on the shoulder of my jacket. Then I released her hands, bent down, and lifted her into my arms.

"Luca, where are you taking me?" she asked as I strode toward my room. She'd stopped struggling. She knew she'd taken things too far.

"To your punishment." Holding her close against my chest, I entered my room and kicked the door closed behind me before I set her on her feet. Then I turned the lock.

Her eyes shot around the room. "Luca, please. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, exactly? For not appreciating my help? For hitting me? Or for spitting in my face?"

She stilled, and I watched as the blood drained from her face. She was remembering what happened the last time she'd dared to raise a hand to me. "Luca, don't do this."

"I'm not going to do anything you don't deserve, amore."

She swallowed hard as I took off my jacket and tossed it onto the chair beside the bed. But when my fingers went to the buttons on my shirt, her gray eyes darkened. Her lips parted, and the tip of her tongue shot out to wet her bottom lip. She was not unaffected by me. And it had been way too long since she was naked beneath me.

She stared at my bare chest for a few seconds, then tore her eyes away. "I'm not fucking you."

"No," I told her. "You're not."

She stood, undecided, as she tried to figure out what I meant. Then, just as I finished unbuttoning the last button on my shirt, she shot to the right and tried to run out the door. But the lock held her up long enough for me to grab her and carry her with me to the bed.

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