Page 20 of The Secrets We Keep

Sienna wet her lips, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke again. “On your knees in the middle of the bed for me, baby girl.”

Dragging her eyes up to his face, she wriggled back into the center of the bed and shifted onto her hands and knees with her ass facing him. Before she could search for him over her shoulder, she felt the mattress dip with his weight. He ran his hands from her hips to her shoulders, circling the puckered scar there and then leaning down to press a kiss to it.

“I thought it was enough to know you were alive,” he murmured against her ear, rubbing his cock along her slit as his fingers pinched and teased her nipples. “That I could let you have your revenge and walk away.”

He buried his cock inside her with one languid thrust, and she dropped her head between her shoulders with a groan. “But I can’t. You’re mine, Sienna. From the first moment I saw you in that club until your last breath, you’ll be mine.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“It’s just my dumb luck I get a second chance. I won’t be wasting it by letting you go again.”

Dragging his teeth over the nape of her neck, he sat up, gripping her hips and pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming into her again. She rocked her ass back against him, squeezing him until he groaned.

“Fuck, baby girl, your pussy has always been made for my cock. You want more?”

She rocked back against him in response, unable to speak, and he slammed into her again, his hips setting a faster, more urgent pace than his fingers had. Filling her over and over until she was gripping the sheets with white knuckles, meeting him thrust for brutal thrust.

“Luca,” she gasped, her body on fire from the way he was using it, his hands tight on her waist, his cock stroking deep inside her.

His hand slid down to her clit, and he rubbed it in rough, fast circles while he pounded her. “Come on my cock, Sienna. I want to feel you shatter for me.”

She met every deep, grinding thrust with a desperate moan, his name a prayer on her lips as he fucked her until she could barely breathe. He bracketed her clit with his fingers, squeezing roughly, and she screamed his name as she came apart around him.

He pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the loss, letting him roll her onto her back before her arms gave out. He traced his fingertips across her collarbone, over her breasts, circling then pinching each nipple, grinning when she moaned for him.

“You’re trying to kill me,” she croaked when he snaked his hand lower, grazing it over her sensitive clit and making her jolt.

“Do you want me to stop?” His fingers stilled on her clit, his hand moving lazily up and down his shaft the only sound in the room. “Sienna. Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“No,” she said, reaching for him and sighing when he didn’t hesitate to cover her body with his. “I never want you to stop again. I thought I could let you go. I thought if at least one of us got to be happy, that would be enough. But you’re mine, Luca. From the first moment you touched me until your last breath, you’ll be mine.”

He slid inside her in one savage thrust, grinding his pelvis into her clit. Scoring her nails across his back, she planted her foot flat on the bed and met his thrusts with her own, his hips working like a piston against hers.

His fingers dug into the curve of her ass, holding her while he pounded into her hard and deep. Falling back into his arms, into his bed, into his life, might be a mistake. It might jeopardize everything she’d done to get to this moment, but no one had ever given her what Luca did. His heart, his body, his soul. She would die a thousand times over if it meant she got to be with him, even for just a few stolen moments. Nothing else mattered.

As if sensing her thoughts, he dropped his head to the crook of her neck, slamming into her with short, fast thrusts, and whispered, “I’m going to make sure you get everything you deserve, Sienna. Gallo’s blood on your hands. If you want him to beg, plead, scream, you’ll have it.”

“I want it,” she gasped. “I want all of them to pay.”

“They will,” he assured her, grinding against her clit until she shuddered with the contact. “I swear it.”

“Fuck,” she panted, her body pulsing everywhere his skin met hers. “Luca. I want you to come inside me.”

He groaned against her neck, fucking her into the bed harder. “Come on my cock, baby girl. Come hard for me, and I’ll fill your pussy up.”

Sliding her hands into his hair, she arched against his chest, dragging her nipples against his skin, pussy pulsing around him. Every brutally deep thrust of his cock pushed her closer and closer to the brink until her body went taut, and she saw stars.

“Yes, baby girl, just like that,” he growled against her skin, giving her one last vicious thrust and emptying himself inside her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she said, and he chuckled. “That was more intense than I remember it.”

Rolling onto his side, he reached out to wrap an arm around her waist and haul her back against his chest. He kissed her scar again. “Just reminding you who you belong to.”

“It’ll always be you, Luca.” She turned in his arms to face him, cupping his jaw with her hand and running her thumb over his smooth cheek. “Did you mean what you said? About my uncle’s blood on my hands.”

He turned his head to press a kiss against her palm. “Every fucking word. You’ll have him and anyone else. They’ll all pay for what they did to you and your family, Sienna.”

“What if Matteo doesn’t approve?”

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