Page 21 of Sasha and the Heir

Five

If you said that the smell of marinara was an aphrodisiac, I would agree without hesitation. Now the smell of marinara and the sight of Luca cooking in our kitchen—his broad shoulders pulling at his white dress shirt, his thick thighs and round ass making his pants work as he bent over to take things out of the oven—that was pure seduction.

“Food almost done?”

“Patience, Sasha.”

“I don’t know the word.”

Luca chuckled but kept his eyes on the stove. “How about the word distraction? I have the feeling you know that one pretty damn well.”

“If you want me to leave you alone, let me help.”

Horror-stricken, Luca asked, “And ruin our anniversary dinner?”

“Then be prepared for my distractionary tactics.” I stood from my barstool and fingered the zipper tab on the side of my dress.

Luca stayed where he was but watched me out of the corner of his eye. At the zziiipppp, Luca’s shoulders tensed, and he licked his bottom lip.

“You just focus on what’s important, and I’m going to get a little more comfortable.”

“Sasha,” he warned.

“No, no. You keep cooking, and I’ll be over here doing what I do best.”

Luca hung his head, resting his hands on his hips. He was putting up more of a fight than usual.

I shrugged down the straps, pushing my arms together to keep my dress up, but slouched. “Nothing feels better than taking off your bra after a long day.” With one hand, I unhooked the clasp and pulled the lace from my body. Dropping it on the floor, I sighed.

From his bent position, Luca turned his head, and his black hair fell over his forehead. Hunger of a different kind lit his eyes, and a thrill ran through me.

“I guess I’ll go grab some sweats from upstairs.” I passed Luca, letting my dress drop from my arms. It fell to my waist, stopping at the swell of my hips.

Luca growled—literally fucking growled—and grabbed my hand, bringing me to his chest. “Always ruining my fucking plans.” And then his lips were on me, devouring me. He ran his hands all over my body, squeezing and caressing his way to my ass. Pulling his mouth away, he nipped my earlobe and husked, “Always begging to be fucked.”

I moaned, arching my neck to give him more skin to kiss. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck as he walked me backward until my back hit the fridge. In a matter of seconds, I was putty in Luca’s capable hands.

I gripped his hair by the root and pulled him back until our eyes met. “Fuck me. Please.”

Luca hooked his hand under my knee, wrapping my leg around his hip. The skirt of my dress bunched up to my waist, and cool air kissed my skin.

“I got you,” he muttered into my hair.

In a confusing whirl, I was on my back, Luca on top of me. Instead of fucking me, he was convulsing, the sound of bullets and shattering glass filling my ears. I wrapped my arms around him, and my hands landed in warm liquid. “Luca?” His eyes squeezed shut, and his body went limp, pinning me to the ground. The dead weight pressed all the air from my lungs, and I struggled, taking short, panicked breaths. Pushing the hair from his face, my fingers left streaks of dark red. “Luca!”

More gunshots rang out as I screamed for Luca to wake up, trapped under his weight, unable to get myself free. Blood dripped onto my nose, sliding down my cheeks and into my ears. A trickle turned into a gush, pooling around my head.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t move.

I was trapped.

No matter how much I flailed, I couldn’t get free. With every breath, hot, thick liquid filled my lungs.

I shot up from my pillows, soaked in sweat and panting. Another nightmare. I no longer dreamed of the night I killed Dante. Now I had nightmare after nightmare of Luca dying in my arms. It was always the same. Some pleasant, hornt up memory, then BOOM I’m trapped under a dying Luca, drowning in his blood.

I yanked off the sheets and got out of bed on shaky legs. Luca’s old school alarm clock read 4:12 a.m., but there was no point trying to sleep. I didn’t need to find out how many creative ways my unconscious mind could come up with to kill Luca.

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