Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Leila’s POV
Luca stood at my front door, drenched from the heavy rain. His shirt was untucked, his bow tie hung loose around his neck, and his crisp white shirt clung to him, outlining every hard line of muscle.
“Luca, what are you doing—” I began, but he stepped forward without a word. Instinctively, I stepped back as he let himself in.
I stumbled, nearly losing my footing—not because he’d touched me. We weren’t even brushing shoulders, but even those few inches felt like too much. It was the look on his face—the storm in his eyes. Need. Raw, unfiltered desire. And something else…clarity.
“Luca…” My voice broke into a whisper as he shut the door behind him.
“What are you doing here?” I managed to choke out, my breath quickening as I kept retreating while he closed the distance. “Why did you…” I swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t have…why did you call off your wedding?”
“You know damn well why I did it, Leila.” His voice was a low growl, rough enough to scrape against my skin.
“I—Luca…you shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t—” My back hit the wall, and I swallowed hard.
His presence was overwhelming—in the kind of way that made my pulse race. His scent wrapped around me, flooding my senses until speech became impossible. My wolf stirred violently, urging me not to push him away again. I was cornered.
“Luca, your father—”
“I don’t care about my father,” he snapped, cutting me off. “I don’t care about Elena. I don’t care about her father. I don’t care about this wedding. Never did.”
I didn’t think I could ever feel pity for Elena. But now…I kind of did. Watching your fiancé call off your wedding less than a day before it? That had to hurt.
Luca’s hand came up to my face, cupping my cheeks. My eyes fluttered shut as I let myself lean into his touch.
“I couldn’t do it…” His voice was a whisper now.
“I couldn’t marry another woman when you were right here.
And the last thing I want is to make you my mistress, because I could never stay away from you.
You complete me, Leila. You make me feel like I’m not drowning, like I am…
worthy of love. Because I’ve spent my whole life believing I couldn’t be loved.
Not when my own mother left me. And as for my father,” he let out a humorless chuckle “well, you’ve met the man.
“And then you came along…” His eyes burned into mine. The way he looked at me made my wolf leap inside me. The way he looked at me made the thousand and one butterflies in my belly take flight. The way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in his world that mattered.
“The more I think about it, Leila, the more I realize how wrong I was five years ago. You’re the purest soul I’ve ever met—incapable of even a fraction of the things they accused you of.
And I should have done better. I should have believed in our love.
I should have believed in you. I was…” he pursed his lips, his eyes flicking between mine.
“I was just scared you were going to leave me like she did. That you’d wake up and decide I wasn’t worth your love. ”
“Luca…” I shook my head. “You’re wrong.”
“I know now,” his voice cracked. “You’re not my mother, Leila. You’re nothing like her. You’re you—beautiful, kind, affectionate, strong against all odds. And that’s exactly why I love you. Exactly why I never stopped loving you.”
My breath hitched at his confession. Luca was laying himself bare before me.
I’d never seen this version of him—never.
Even when we were together five years ago, he kept his emotions locked away, as if letting them spill would unravel everything holding him together.
But now, he was wide open, his soul stripped raw for me to see.
Admiration swirled in his eyes. Alongside love.
But there was also uncertainty—not for himself, but for me.
“But Leila, I’m tired of this back and forth between us.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m losing my mind thinking about you and the fact that you’re going out with my brother.
” He dragged in a frustrated breath, pulling back just enough to rake a hand through his messy hair.
“I’m tired of you pushing me away. I need to hear you say it.
” His hands returned to my face, his palms warm against my skin.
“I need to hear you say that you want me. That you feel the same way.”
“You know I do, Luca,” I whispered.
“Then say it,” he urged, his voice low, rough. “Say it, Leila.”
I rose onto my toes until our noses almost touched. Then I kissed him—just a small, fleeting brush of lips—before pulling back enough to murmur, “I need you, Luca.”
His eyes flashed, feral. And that was all it took.
He crashed his mouth against mine in a hot, searing kiss that defied any sense of coordination. Pressing his body into mine, he pinned me against the wall, one hand cradling my face while the other claimed my body like it was his birthright.
Need roared through me like wildfire as his hand slipped beneath the sweatshirt I was wearing to cup my breast. I moaned into his mouth, refusing to break the kiss even when he pinched my nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
By now, I could feel the hard bulge of his erection straining against his pants. He pressed it against me with a low, guttural growl, rocking his hips into mine as his mouth devoured me. His fingers circled my nipples through the thin fabric, sending jolts of heat through my body.
The pleasure was wild. The heat of his mouth spread like fire under my skin, every nerve ending alive, every inch of me aching for more. His taste, laced with alcohol, flooded my senses.
Luca dragged his hands from under my shirt and lifted me with effortless strength. I didn’t care where we were going until my ass hit the dining table.
In seconds, my shirt was gone. His mouth latched onto one aching nipple, and my head snapped back with a moan that ripped free—loud, unrestrained. No fear of Ollie walking in. Just us. Just him. Just me.
He tried to be calm. He tried to be gentle. But there was nothing gentle in the way he moved—like a starving man finally off the leash, an animal too long denied.
His free hand nudged my thighs apart, dipping between them until his fingers found my clit through my shorts. My entire body shuddered.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back, chest heaving like he was fighting himself. “I’m trying not to let my wolf take over, Leila. He’ll be brutal.”
“And isn’t that what you want?”
His gaze dropped to my chest, then rose—darker, hungrier. “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to,” I whispered. “I didn’t wait five years for you to fuck me like I’m a virgin.”
He stilled. His eyes widened. “Five years? You haven’t been with anyone, since…”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t. Not after you.”
His face softened, melting into something I couldn’t look away from.
His gaze softened, warm and unguarded, as if the whole world had narrowed to just me.
He reclaimed my mouth in another kiss, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me up the stairs—though “stairs” was a vague blur in my mind.
Honestly, I wasn’t seeing clearly anymore.
Thinking straight? Impossible. My mind was a haze, and all I could focus on was the thought of Luca thrusting his cock inside me.
He tossed me onto the bed, wasting no time ripping his shirt open, the buttons scattering in his hurry. While he undressed himself, I tugged off my shorts, leaving myself naked and sprawled across the sheets.
Luca cursed under his breath as he struggled with his slacks, the fabric catching at his ankle. Seconds later, they were flung somewhere into oblivion, followed by his boxer briefs.
His cock sprang free, and my breath hitched at the sight. I’d almost forgotten how big he was. My thighs pressed together instinctively, heat pooling in my already slick core.
He gripped himself, stroking slowly as he crawled over me. I spread my legs wider, welcoming him as he lined himself up against my entrance. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed in.
“God,” he groaned—and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw tightening as desire rippled across his features. A blissful smile curved his lips, like he was drunk on finally being inside me.
I cried out in pleasure, my eyes stinging with unshed tears at the sheer ecstasy—the way he stretched me, inch by inch, until he was buried so deep I could feel the tip of him graze my G-spot.
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. He pounded 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.