2. Luca #2
“Fuck you,” she spits, her voice hoarse, shaking.
I laugh, undoing my belt with one smooth flick of my wrist. “That’s the plan, baby.”
She stiffens as she hears the soft, metallic clink of my zipper sliding down.
I grip myself, running the thick head of my cock along her soaked slit, teasing her, making her squirm.
She shudders, arching against me despite herself.
I drag my lips over her shoulder, my voice a dark whisper.
“You’re mine, Gilly. Every fucking inch of you.”
Then I slam into her.
Hard.
Deep.
Fucking brutal.
She cries out, her fingers digging into the desk, her breath a sharp, desperate gasp.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I don’t give her a second to breathe.
I grip her hips and thrust again.
And again.
And again.
Fast. Rough. Punishing.
She moans, her walls clenching around me, her body betraying her completely now.
“Say it,” I growl, pounding into her, claiming her, branding her from the inside out. “Say you’re mine.”
She shakes her head wildly, her breaths ragged, her body trembling.
I snap my hips harder, pushing her down flat against the desk.
She gasps, whimpering. “Luca—”
I reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing her in slow, agonizing circles.
She shatters.
Her body seizes, a strangled moan ripped from her throat as she comes hard around my cock, her walls clenching, milking me, dragging me to the edge with her.
I drive into her one last time before I follow, burying myself deep, a guttural groan tearing from my lips as I spill inside her, marking her, owning her.
For a long moment, the only sound in the office is our ragged breathing.
Her body trembles beneath mine, her skin damp, her breath still uneven.
I press a kiss to the nape of her neck, my grip loosening just slightly.
Then—before she can move—I pull out and flip her around, pressing my forehead to hers.
Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes dazed and filled with something wild.
Something she doesn’t want me to see.
She swallows hard. “I—”
I catch her chin, tilting her face up.
“You ran,” I murmur. “You hid. But you never stopped wanting me.”
She exhales sharply, looking away.
I smirk, dragging my thumb over her swollen lips. “You belong to me, Gilly.”
She glares at me, eyes burning. “Fuck you.”
I chuckle, gripping her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“You just did, baby.”
She shoves me back, chest heaving, face flushed with a mix of fury and lingering pleasure.
I step away, adjusting my pants, my movements slow—purposeful. I don’t look away as I fasten my belt, as I fix my sleeves, as I watch her struggle with her wrecked clothing, smoothing her skirt back into place.
I reach down, pick up her ripped panties from the floor, and slide them into my pocket with a smirk.
She glares at me, yanking her blouse together, hands trembling as she buttons it up.
Her voice is rough when she finally speaks. “Get out.”
I grin, brushing a hand over her cheek, reveling in the way she shivers.
“Not a chance.”
“There she is,” I murmur.
She blinks. “What—”
“The woman I remember.” My voice drops, rough. “The one who pushed me, fought me, made me want to ruin her just to see if she’d claw her way back.”
Her chest rises and falls too quickly. She hates that she reacted. That she let me break through the walls she’s built between us.
I take a step closer, forcing her back against the desk. “You thought time would change things, Gilly?” My hand drags over her hip, curling around her waist, holding her still. “You thought you could forget?”
Her lashes flutter, her breath catching—just for a second.
Then she scowls. “You’re an arrogant bastard.”
I chuckle, dragging my lips along her jaw, reveling in the way she shivers. “And yet you’re still shaking for me.”
Her hand flies up, slaps me across the face.
The crack of it echoes in the room.
My jaw tightens, my head turning just slightly with the force of it.
Good.
Let her fight. Let her get it out. It won’t change anything.
I exhale through my nose, my fingers curling against the fabric of her blouse. “Feel better?”
Her breath is ragged, her pupils blown, her skin flushed.
She doesn’t answer.
I hum, my grip tightening. “No? Maybe you need more.”
Her fingers curl into fists. “You—”
“I’m not leaving without answers, Gilly.” My voice hardens. “You have my son.”
That lands. That hits.
Because suddenly, the anger in her eyes is drowned by something else—fear.
For herself? No.
For him.
She presses her lips together, and I know what’s coming before she says it.
“I won’t let you take him.”
A muscle ticks in my jaw. “You don’t have a fucking choice.”
Her shoulders tense. “I do. You don’t understand, Luca. You—”
I laugh. A dark, humorless sound that makes her flinch.
She should.
Because if she thinks she still has control over this, she’s delusional.
“You ran from me,” I say, voice low, deadly. “You hid my son from me. You think I’ll let that go?” I shake my head, dragging my knuckles down her throat, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my touch. “You don’t get to keep him from me. You don’t get to keep yourself from me.”
She swallows hard.
“I will burn Miami to the ground before I let you take him,” she whispers.
I grin, my fingers curling into the fabric of her blouse as I yank her closer.
I love when she thinks she can threaten me.
“You don’t have that power, baby.”
She stiffens. “I—”
“You’re mine again, Gilly.” I dip my head, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I murmur my final warning. “And this time, you’re not running.”