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“I’m taking care of you right now, Zara,” he says when he pulls away.

“Please? Fuck me. I’m begging you.”

He plants a kiss just above my clit and rises, quickly stripping out of his pants. But he leaves his shirt on. I’m OK with that, since it looks so damn good on him. Especially with the way his sleeves are rolled up.

“So wet and ready,” he murmurs. “You gonna come all over my cock like a good little slut?”

“Yes, please hurry. I need it.” My voice almost sounds whiny, and I don’t know what to do with that. I’m not used to being so desperate for pleasure, but Luke has made me mad with desperation.

He lines himself up with my entrance and slams into me, gripping my bent legs to give him more leverage. I nearly come off the mattress from the force of his thrust. His breathing intensifies as he pushes in and out of me, fucking me at a relentless pace. “Come, Zara,” he orders, his voice strained with need of his own.

I cry out and do exactly as he ordered, coming harder than I think I’ve ever come before.

I don’t recognize my own voice as I yell out his name.

He gives in to his own orgasm with a resounding roar, and we’re shuddering through our climaxes together.

This man is going to completely ruin me.

But my entire body says let him do it.

Chapter 23

Luke

Whenwecomebackdownstairs, I’m surprised to find Matteo, Owen, and Victor in the kitchen with Jeanie and Skylar. Large bags of takeout are sitting on the counter, and beside me, Zara laughs. “Did you have a hard time deciding?”

Skylar giggles as she unpacks the bags. “I wanted stuff from two places, and then Matteo and Victor and Owen showed up with food from a third place. It’s a good thing, too, because we wouldn’t have enough for everyone otherwise.”

I keep my arm around Zara until we reach the large island, where everyone is filling their plates with food.

“I opened more wine,” Skylar says, nodding to the counter behind her where there are glasses and two more bottles of wine sitting.

Jeanie, my newest employee, is lingering in the entry to the kitchen watching us, so I kiss Zara on the cheek and go over to her.

“Thanks for being here today, Jeanie, even though we ended up not needing you. You can go if you want, or you’re welcome to stay for dinner. But I’d like you to stay on call to drive Zara tomorrow if she needs it.”

She sticks out her hand and gives me a firm handshake. “It would be a pleasure, Mr. Bowden. I’ll keep my phone on, and I’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

Skylar and Zara both shout goodnight as Jeanie walks out, and Matteo’s scowl makes me chuckle. The man knows how to hold a grudge.

I stand next to Zara and dish some food for myself. When we all have what we want, Matteo suggests everyone move into the large den near the back of the first floor.

“No Bellamy tonight?” I ask Owen when we end up next to each other on the way to the den.

His scowl is instant. “Nope. Her ‘fiancé’ is in town.” He adds air quotes around fiancé, and I use my free hand to pat him on the shoulder.

“Sorry man. That’s got to be the worst for you.”

Bellamy and Owen grew up together in powerful London crime families, but they fell in love our freshmen year at Yale. Unfortunately, Bellamy’s parents had arranged a marriage for her to unite two families, a marriage Bellamy doesn’t want.

It has strained their relationship a few times over the years, culminating in an epic breakup the summer before our senior year. For the first semester, Owen went wild and slept his way through half the freshmen class, but eventually they found their way back to each other and he convinced her to keep dodging the marriage and move to Las Vegas to work for him at the club. But the marriage is still hanging over their heads and she hasn’t convinced her family to let her break it off yet.

In the mafia world, marriages are often more of a business transaction than anything romantic. My own parents were the product of an arranged marriage, and Jamie tried to arrange marriages for both me and my brother, but when my little sister was born, my mother put her foot down and said no to any arranged marriages. It’s one of the few times I’ve seen her stand up to him.

“Does her fiancé know about Owen?” Zara whispers when Owen moves to the other side of the den with his food.

I pinch her arm and shake my head. “Let’s not talk about it now, lass. It’s a bit of a sore subject.”

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